Page 117 of The Duplicity of Thieves

“Did I do something wrong?” I look up at him over my lashes. His jaw is tight and twitching with that insane amount of self-control coursing through his veins. I push my hand between us, rubbing my palm on his cock.

He snatches my wrist. “No.” Whether it’s an answer or a command, I’m not sure. His free hand traces his name emblazoned on my chest. “They love you.”

“What about your parents?” I venture to ask.

“You were worried?” He’s surprised by it. “They’re smitten with you already. Especially after that bold display. I imagine my mother will try to steal you away for herself the moment you set foot up there. As for your punishment,” he continues, dropping my wrist. “Since I can’t do anything here, I’m going to torture you with my words.”

Oh, fuck. The intention behind it is so hot that a cold sweat breaks out along my lower back.

I try to clear my throat. “How is that?”

“Josie, Josie, Josie.” He rolls his eyes over my body ravenously. “Look at me.”

I hold his gaze defiantly. He picks up my hand and thumbs the wedding ring there. “I’m going to make you come without even touching you, love, and I’m going to watch.”

His face is smug. My breaths are already ragged, and my sensitive nipples are as hard as glass. If this dress didn’t have a bodice, they would be poking through like knives. Each brush against them almost makes me feral, like I’m a dog in heat. There's sweat and arousal making my thighs slick.

“I imagine that you’re soaking wet. Starving for me.” His breath tickles my cheek, but he doesn’t kiss me. He doesn’t dare touch me. “I’ll bet it’s running down your leg, waiting for me to lick it up. My mouth is watering at the thought of tasting you. You’re delicious, love. Do you know that? Like the juiciest dark cherries, ripe and soft.”

I don’t move a muscle. I can’t. I’m doing everything I can just to keep standing. He puts one hand on the wall next to me, holding himself an inch away. His form has an magnetic field around it, and it crackles like lightning, dancing along my skin.

“I want to drink you, Jos. I want to eat your pussy like it’s my last fucking meal. I want to kiss your clit and nibble at it until you can’t fucking stand.”

I close my eyes and groan, squeezing my thighs together as tight as I can.

“I said look at me,” he growls. My eyes open unwillingly, lids heavy, and lock on him obediently.

“Later tonight, once we’ve done our part here, I’m going to take you home and torture you. I want you to feel what it’s like. I want you to know how it feels to be in your presence. I can hardly think because when I do, all I remember is what it feels like to be deep inside of you. Do you remember, little devil?”

I’m the definition of hot and fucking bothered. There’s a ringing in my ears, and I swallow. I feel a phantom of him inside of me, digging into that sweet spot. My mind is reeling, only able to recall different memories of Aedon fucking me into oblivion. Oh yeah, I remember.

A breeze wafts through the stairwell and my dress flutters. Suddenly my underwear is too tight. My clit pounds and screams at the slightest brush of the fabric. I am going to come in the most unsatisfying way, and it is going to make me crazy. Aedon knows it. He can see it in my eyes when I realize what’s about to happen.

“I want my hand wrapped around your throat while you’re wrapped around my dick. The way it feels when I’m seated inside of you is intoxicating, warm and wet. The way your eyes roll into the back of your head, and the way you say my name, like I’m a lifeline, and not the one who’s shoving you over the edge into ecstasy. You’re tight, but when you come you squeeze around my cock mercilessly. That’s why I can’t control myself.”

I’m whining and sweating, and I don’t even know where I am. One more word and I’m going to come. He's going to get exactly what he wants.

“Coming inside of you is fucking divinity. It’s my religion. You’re going to take my cum later, Jos, all of it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Aedon,” I moan loudly.

“Good girl.”

That’s all it takes. Two little words to push me over the edge. My knees give out, and my body shivers with a quiet painful orgasm. It’s too wet, dripping down to my ankles. Aedon holds me up, staring into my eyes. My hips buck begging for something to touch me but the only thing there is my lace underwear. I soak myself and everything else known to man, I swear.

“Aedon. A-Aedon. Please, please touch me, please,” I beg, practically weeping as I come.

“Shhh, love. Shhh.” He kisses my forehead and sweeps a sweaty lock of hair out of my face. Once I’ve been reduced to a sexually frustrated puddle, panting and whining. He releases me, starts up the stairs, and turns back to me casually. “Are you coming, love?”

Coming inside of you is fucking divinity. It’s my religion.

I manage to take his hand.

I want my hand wrapped around your throat while you’re wrapped around my dick.

He leads me up the stairs, out into the open air. The force of fresh oxygen does very little to clear my mind.

“Did you hear the gasp!?” Vivian rushes me. My nerves are fucking shot.

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