Page 38 of Shattered Empire (Shattered World)

In fact, over the past two days, it had been making me its bitch.

Apparently, my body thought I didn’t need it, because it sure as hell hadn’t shown its face in the last four hours. Sighing, I glanced over at the neon red lights of the hotel alarm clock. Midnight. I had to be up in five hours. Groaning, I slung an arm over my eyes.

This sucked donkey balls.

I was still wired from today. Being back at the house I grew up in left me unsettled and with far more questions than answers. I wished Matthias was here. He would know what to do. Or at the very least, I would have someone to talk everything out with.

There was a constant ache in my chest every night when I lay awake, wishing for the warmth of his body beside me. Behind me. On top of me. What a fucking fool I was. The man was planning on divorcing me. I had his empire on a technicality.

But that didn’t mean I could easily forget how he made me feel. How his hands had played me like a violin.

Leaning my head back farther, I melted into the feather softness of the pillow. Even with him gone I could feel the ghost of his touch on my skin and in every part of me. My senses were branded with the familiarity of his touch.

Letting out a small, breathy sigh, I ran my hand leisurely along my body, mapping where he had been. My hips jerked, and wetness pooled between my thighs at the gentle touch of my fingertips I pretended were his. Every neuron singed with electricity, my body remembering what my mind wished it could forget.

“Forget the food,Krasnyy,” he whispered in my ear as he bent me over the kitchen table. The cool marble of the countertop sent a shiver through me as my nipples pebbled even further at the juxtaposition of the cold marble and his hot mouth breathing down the side of my neck. “The only thing I’m fucking starving for is you.”

The hand on the back of my neck kept me subdued as his free one glided down my back, brushing one of my ass cheeks before snaking around and gripping the soft nest of curls just above where I needed him. I jerked as he yanked on the sensitive hairs, the sensation sending a spike of wanton desire shooting through me.

“Matthias,” I pleaded breathily. “Please.”

“You want me to lick this cunt, baby?” he asked, his fingertips teasing my clit. I thrust my hips forward, but his fingers simply danced away. The countertop pushing into my stomach prevented me from moving any farther. He was in complete control.

As always.

“You want me to make you come?” He nipped at the top of my ear. My body shivered.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Matthias…”

He left soft kisses down the back of my neck and shoulder. Nipping at the skin every now and again, causing me to cry out before he laved the wound with his tongue. His hand left the back of my neck as he knelt behind me. I turned my head to look, but a sharp swat to my ass put me back in position.

“Eyes forward, Ava,” he warned. “Don’t make me tie you down.” My cheeks flushed, and I bit my lip at the thought of being entirely at his mercy. “Oh, my kinky little slut likes that, huh?”

Shit, why was him calling me a slut so hot?

Fuck.

Matthias chuckled and dragged his nose along my center, inhaling deeply. If I wasn’t so turned on, my body thrumming, I might have been embarrassed. He growled, the sound making my pussy clench, and then dove in.

Gasping, I gripped the edge of the countertop when his mouth latched directly on to my already swollen clit. There was no gentleness, and he certainly wasn’t taking any prisoners as he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive bundle of nerves until I was a writhing mess.

“Oh, god.” I swallowed hard when his index and middle fingers slipped inside me. My back bowed, hips jerking back against his face, begging for more. Matthias hummed his approval as I pushed back against his fingers.

“That’s it, Red,” he growled. “Fuck yourself on my fingers while I suck on you.”

With a loud moan, I did just that. I fucked myself wantonly on his fingers, feeling him curve them inside me as I did so, stroking my inner walls while he tongued my clit. He added a third, stretching me even farther. The pain melded with the pleasure as I pushed back harder and faster, my moans filling the empty, cavernous kitchen.

“That’s it, baby,” he urged me forward, the wave of euphoria just beginning to crest. I was so lost to the sensation of his fingers and mouth that I barely heard his zipper. His mouth left my clit, but his fingers were still working overtime. “Now,” he breathed in my ear again, “scream for me, little whore.” Without preamble, he shoved himself inside me in one long, hard thrust. Buried to the hilt.

“Matthias.” I was lost to an endless sea of bliss as my euphoria crested. He rode me through my high, his grip on my hips bruising as he set a brutal pace.

“Fuck,” he gritted, jaw clenched. “You feel so fucking good, Red. I want another.” One arm snaked forward, and he tugged at my clit again, the nerves oversensitive.

“I can’t,” I cried. Tears tracked down my face at the stimulation that felt so good, but at the same time was pushing toward the edge.

“Yes, you can,” he snarled. “Be a good little slut and come for me again. Grip me tight, baby.” One more tug, and a hard, bruising slap on my ass, and I was a goner. The coil in my belly snapped, and I once again plummeted into the depths of ecstasy like I’d never known before.

I screamed his name, my fist pounding on the counter as he held me down. Wave after wave crashed over me as stars lit up my vision. I had never come so hard before.

---