Page 28 of Invoking Ruin

She shakes her head as much as my grip on her hair will allow. “You’ll hate me if I let you do this.”

Another hint. One born of her conscience. I suspect, as a god, her sense of right and wrong is somewhat limited. She barely batted an eye at all the dead people we left behind, but I’m very different. Vita cares what I think of her.

“I swear, I won’t hate you, no matter what I discover. Not for this night, at least.” I can’t promise I won’t hate her for anything else she may or may not have done, and we both know it. She stares at me a long moment, and I wait, not touching her any more than necessary to embrace her. Her arousal resonates through me, a heartbeat in my fingertips.

Then she gives a shaky nod. “I always want you.”

The confession is more than I expected, but not exactly a surprise. Is this goddess obsessed with me? I’m beginning to think she is.

But I have her consent. I cup her breast just to hear the noise she makes, savoring the gasping little whimper before she swallows her beautiful voice down.

She didn’t even ask the terms of the game, but as I flick my thumb over her pebbling nipple, I’m not sure she cares about the logistics.

I would draw it out, make her wait, if only her arousal didn’t feed my own into a frenzy. If I don’t get inside her, I’m going to come right here like some school boy.

I kiss my way down her throat, nipping at her leaping pulse. I need to be careful. If I lose myself in this, in her, I’ll never get the answers I seek.

This is still a tactic I’m employing, it’s not purely about pleasure.

I pull my hand from her breast and work it between her thighs. She clenches down on me as I thrust two fingers inside her, her cry vibrating against my lips.

Gorgeous creature.

Far too close to coming, though. I press my thumb against her clit and hold still, enjoying the way she squirms. “Not so easy, Vita. You haven’t earned the right yet.”

And I don’t know how I do it, how everything between us works so well. The pulsing, beating heart of her pleasure thrums against my fingers. I flex them and her pleasure flows into my hand, resting in the tips as they keep fucking her cunt in slow, easy strokes.

She lets out a whine. “Sandro, please.” Her hips grind down against me, but it’s no use. She won’t get off until I allow it.

Fuck, but it’s a heady feeling, watching her struggle, listening to her pleas. I could get used to this control, come to crave it.

“Who am I, Vita?” I ask. “Who are you?”

She shakes her head, her hands on my shoulders. I twist my fingers inside her, my thumb rubbing her clit.

“You want to come, don’t you?” No matter what I do to her now, she won’t come. Not until I let her. She must realize it. Must realize I’m in control here.

And this is only a taste of the powers I apparently possess.

“Chaos, Sandro, please.”

I pull my hand free of her, and she cries out at the loss. My cock strains for her, each throb like a beacon call. I want nothing more than to lift her up and sink inside her. But not yet. Not if she’s going to keep resisting me.

“Tell me why, at least,” I say.

Vita licks her lips, taking a deep breath. “You’ll remember eventually on your own. What good would it do you to know right now? What, are you going to look up the names I give you on your phone? You don’t need to see what mortals think of you, nor what they think of me.”

She arches her hips off the wall of the shower, tempting me to come back to her. This goddess has always had the upper hand with me, and I’ve reduced her to a desperate, needy thing.

She grabs my hand, pulling it back between her thighs, and we both moan at the slide of my fingers against her slick flesh.

I should stop touching her, since she’s determined to keep batting aside my questions. It’s hard to stop though, and she knows it. The triumph in her eyes is plain to see.

“You must really want to come,” I taunt her, scrabbling to take back the control she wrested from me.

“So do you,” she points out, her eyes on my cock now. It jerks under her gaze, dripping with precum as it practically begs to sink into her wet heat.

I bury three fingers inside her, and she cries out, her thighs clenching tight to keep my hand there.

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