Page 74 of Grave Obsession

“What?” What the hell does that mean? “Nox?” my voice wavers, betraying the fearless persona I'm trying to project. The bastard ignores me, disappearing from my field of view. I try to inch my body up closer to the cuffs for a better range of movement, but I’m yanked back down. The metal is pulled taught against my skin, the small bite of pain feeds my arousal and I know that should be concerning, but I dismiss it.

His gloved hands skim up the inside of my thighs, fingers hooking into the band of my panties and sliding them down, tossing them aside. Nox brushes his thumb over my clit and I chase the sensation. Back and forth, he sets a slow and tantalizing pace. My nipples are throbbing for attention, I need more.

“You ready to talk yet, sweetheart?” He is met with my silence as he plays my body like a fucking expert. I will remain in control. He will not get the satisfaction of making me moan and writhe for him while he tries to extort information from me with the promise of an orgasm.

“Always so defiant,” he mumbles to himself and I resist the urge to smile. His fingers effortlessly slide inside me and I have to fight not to arch into his touch. With each pump of his digits, he pushes me closer to release. My hips start to rock in time with his thrusts as my willpower begins to crumble. He plants gentle kisses up the inside of my thigh, and then, as his thrusts become harder, he sinks his teeth into my thigh. My eyes roll back from the mix of pleasure and pain. He must see it because right as I'm about to fall into bliss, he ceases to touch me completely.

I take a deep, steadying breath, trying to recentre myself when his voice meets my ears. “Were you thinking about the other guy?” he asks seductively.

I close my eyes and turn my face away from his.

“You were, weren’t you?” His voice deepens and it’s like I’ve been doused in cold water.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. The guilt threatens to fucking drown me, and right now I’d let it.

“If you want to cum, you will tell me everything,” he growls. I don’t think this orgasm is worth losing Nox.

“Lennox, I can’t.” I'm praying he doesn't press the issue, but I know he won't give up until he gets what he wants.

I hear the clink of his belt coming undone and the fly of his work pants descending. Holy fuck, is he going to fuck the truth out of me? I will not tell him that I want him and another man while he’s balls deep inside of me.

He spreads his body out over mine and I feel the hard length of his erection slide through my wet slit.

“Oh…fuck,” I moan.

“Is this what you want, baby?” he taunts, coating his cock in my arousal. He's grinding down on my clit and teasing the crown at my entrance. I can’t think straight. I’m too focused on the feeling of him everywhere except where I ache for him.

“Please,” I whine

“Tell me what I want to know.”

I hold my breath as he notches the tip at my core but doesn’t sink inside me. This is fucking torture. He begins the same maddening sequence again, over and over until I can’t take it anymore.

“Fine,” I huff, completely exasperated. I can’t hide this forever. The shame suffocates me daily and I can’t live like that anymore. I just hope he still wants to be with me after I reveal this secret I've been keeping. He slows the movement of his hips to a glacial pace and my brain starts to function again.

Nox plants a searing kiss to my lips then rests his forehead against mine. “Tell me,” he pleads.

“I want you both,” I whisper.

I wait for the disgust to roll off him in waves but it doesn’t come. He doesn’t move an inch.

“What do you mean?”

What do you mean, what do I mean? It’s not like I’m speaking another language. He raises his head to look into my eyes and it’s comparative to gazing into my soul. Both men hold a half of my heart and I know I’ll never be whole without both of them.

“I want to date both of you.” My voice is so quiet, but I know he heard me. He stops breathing and I wait for the verbal lashing to commence. He has asked me before why he wasn’t good enough and I expect to be berated the same way, but it doesn’t come.

“Aren’t you already doing that?” he snaps.

He isn’t wrong, but hearing it is like a knife to the gut.

“At the same time,” I mumble.

“What was that?” He shifts his hips and starts to drag his erection back and forth over my clit. This can’t be happening. He cannot be happy to hear I want them both at the same time.

“I want you and him at the same time,” I say, a little more confidently this time.

He hangs his head and groans as I feel his cock get impossibly harder. Did he…like that?

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