Page 55 of Twisted Truths

I try not to let any of that show in my face when he looks at me before lowering himself face down onto the table. I crawl under the table and see that he’s fitted his cock through the opening. Liquid fire erupts in my belly. I know it’s Obsidian I take in hand, but I can’t see him. I’m one step removed from him, and there’s something so tawdry about it that it makes my core tighten.

With my fist wrapped around his girth, I slide my hand down his length and bring my mouth up to the crown. I suck gently on it and whirl my tongue around the tip, continuing to stroke him with my hand. Then I pull back and run my hand all the way down, spreading my saliva over his entire length.

I work him like that, every so often changing my stroking pattern so he won’t know what to expect. When I bring my free hand up to his balls and squeeze, he moans loudly enough that I can hear him over the music.

He can’t thrust in my mouth like this, but I know if this table weren’t here, he would be. Knowing he’s at my mercy makes it even hotter. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled by him.

Hearing Obsidian moan again urges me on. I keep jerking his stiff cock while I bring my mouth up to his balls, sucking one then the other. He barks out a curse, and I can tell he’s close from the usual tremor in his voice right before he comes.

The power trip pleasing him gives me is nothing I’ve ever felt before. Never would I have thought I could bring a man like Obsidian to his knees, but he is absolutely at my mercy. When I glance away from him and see people in the crowd fondling themselves or each other, the power skyrockets inside me.

I redouble my efforts, returning my mouth to his dick and using my hands to play with his now slippery balls. It doesn’t take long before his precum touches my tongue.

“I want to come on your tits.”

Pulling my lips away from him, I jerk him until he comes with a fierce bellow, then I squeeze every last drop out of him.

I’m not even the one who came, but my breathing is ragged, my adrenaline high. When I feel him pull away, I release his shaft and remain where I am until his hand appears below the table to help me out from under it. I take it, and once I’m standing in front of him, his gaze dips down to my chest.

“Always such a good fucking girl.” He swipes through his arousal with two fingers and brings them to my mouth.

I open for him and hum around his finger at the salty taste of his release, not diverting my gaze from his dark one. Then before I know what’s happening, he’s dipped down and lifted me over his shoulder.

It was hot the first time he did it in the tower, but it feels even more so now as I see the feet of the crowd part around him as we make our exit. At first, I think he’s taking me to one of the rooms down the hall—he mentioned that he has his own private room—but when I see the stairs appear, I realize that’s not the case.

We enter the manor. I hear him swing the large wooden door closed behind us, and he only takes a few strides before he says, “Fuck it,” and he lowers me to the floor. “I can’t wait until we get back to my room.”

Before I can say or do anything, he spins me around and plasters me against the wall. We’re in the middle of the manor, I’m half naked and he’s totally naked, yet I don’t want him to stop. All I want is him and whatever he’ll give me.

Obsidian rips my bottoms from my body, lifts one of my legs under the crook of his arm to spread me, and with one brutal thrust, he’s inside me. I cry out, and my hands grasp aimlessly at the wall as he pounds into me.

“What are you doing to me? What kind of spell have you put over me?” he seethes into my ear.

The sound of him slamming into me echoes down the hallway. He pushes his free hand into my hair, wrenching my head back and forcing me to meet his dark gaze.

“What is this?” His pupils are blown, and fear and disbelief mixes with lust in his eyes.

“I don’t know,” I admit. “I just know I can’t get enough.”

He cries out and releases my head, fucking me so hard, I’ll be sore for days. He’s feral, unstrained, and animalistic. Having his way with me is about nothing more than sating his desire. Exerting his dominance over me. And I love it. I love it so much that I come without him ever touching my clit.

I cry out, my body spasming between him and the wall. With one last savage thrust, he fills me, snarling at my neck right before biting down, sure to leave a mark.

It’s wild and untamed and perfect.

Chapter

Twenty-Three

ARIANA

Obsidian slides out of me and leads me through the manor by the hand, all while his lust spills down the insides of my thighs. It’s only now, after we’ve finished, that I’m worried and embarrassed that we might run into someone from the staff. I certainly wasn’t worried about it while he was fucking the life out of me.

Thankfully, we reach his room without seeing a soul. He doesn’t bother closing the door, going straight to the en suite, and turns on the shower. Concern swims in his gaze when his eyes meet mine.

“What’s wrong?” I step forward and rest my hand on his chest.

He pushes his hand through his soaked hair with a wince. “I was too rough with you. I’m sorry.”

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