Page 31 of Endless Love

A shudder runs down my spine at that light touch.God,it feels so fucking good. Just that—the softness of her lips pressed against the tip, her warm breath against my sensitive skin, the promise of her tongue touching me. My hips arch forward, pushing myself between her lips, and she slides them over the head of my cock, sucking hard enough to make my eyes roll back in my head before she slides back and releases me with a sharppop.

“Tell me what you want,” she breathes, her fingers rubbing along the thick, throbbing veins in my shaft. “Tell me how you want me to suck it, Ivan.”

Stop this. You should stop her.The thought rattles around in the back of my head, but I can’t think clearly enough, not past the sensation of her fingers around me and her lips sliding over my cockhead again, her tongue flicking out to tease the underside.

“Like that,” I gasp hoarsely. “God, you’re already so fucking good at it. Like you know what I want. Just like that, baby.Fuck?—”

Her lips slide over me again, hot and tight, taking me in over her wet, warm tongue. I feel her wrap it around me, sliding over my length, her lips tightening as she moves down and my tip pushes into the back of her throat.

She looks up at me, eyes wide, and I swallow hard, one hand reaching out to grab the edge of the sink. My knees feel weak, my entire world narrowed down to the eight stiff inches between her lips, and how fucking good her mouth feels on me.

“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.” I press my fingers tighter around the back of her neck, and I feel her shudder. I feel hermoanaround my cock, and that’s what sends me over the edge.

I don’t have time to warn her. I feel myself go stiff, that heat unfurling at the base of my spine as my balls tighten, and my knees nearly buckle as the pleasure bursts through me with the force of an explosion. I feel my cum spurt out over her tongue, feel her take me deeper as her throat tightens around me, my cock throbbing in her mouth with every jolt of white-hot sensation. She sucks, hard, and I moan helplessly as she swallows it all down, trembling as I feel myself spill into her mouth.

She looks up at me, eyes wide and damp as she swallows every drop of my cum, and then she pulls back, her tongue sliding over the too-sensitive flesh and making me shudder as she lets go of me.

I feel almost dizzy as the pleasure ebbs, the desire to sink down and collapse, washing over me. It feels like relief, like I could sleep for a week now, but I see Charlotte wipe her mouth with the back of her hand, an action that’s so blatantly filthy that it’s arousing in and of itself, and as she starts to get up I know exactly what she’s about to do.

She thinks she can back me into a corner, tempt me into telling her to suck me off so she can put more distance between us, so she can tell herself that I’m nothing but the man who lied to her to get her to fuck him and then leave. But I’m not going to let her do that.

If she’s going to make me face the darkest parts of myself, I’m going to do the same thing to her.

As she gets up and turns to leave, my hand shoots out, and I grab her wrist, yanking her back.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

15

CHARLOTTE

Ican still taste him on my lips, thick and salty, as Ivan yanks me back from the door and into his arms, holding me against his chest with one arm as his other hand slides around the back of my neck. His eyes bore into mine, hard and lustful and angry, and his fingers tighten around my nape as his mouth comes crashing down onto mine.

The feeling of him gripping my neck jolts through me, heat blossoming through every inch of my body as he turns me sharply, pressing me back against the sink. His tongue pushes between my lips, forcing itself into my mouth roughly, as if he doesn’t care that I just swallowed his cum. As if all he wants is to taste me, even if it means tasting himself, too.

I can feel myself starting to tremble as he kisses me, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, his body pinning me to the sink. He knew what I was doing from the moment I told him to tell me to get on my knees. He knows me too well, better than he should, andmaybe, I think as Ivan devours my mouth, making me moan as he nips at my bottom lip,maybe it’s because whatever dark part of him sought me out is in me, too. Maybe that’s why I went looking for what I found, in the first place.

He was right in saying that I was trying to put distance between us. I was doing the same thing earlier, too, when I broke up what could have been a sweet moment by reminding him of Venom. I don’t want to care for this man. I don’t want to feel more for him, when he’s stripped so much away from me. When he’s so fucking confusing that I don’t know if I hate him or if I’m falling in love with him, because the man who ruined my life also seems like a man who wants to begood.

I wanted to reduce him back to that. Someone who just wanted me for sex. Who didn’t care if he ruined my life in the process. But by doing that, by pushing him over that edge, I just reminded myself of how much I want him, too.

His thick, rasping voice telling me to get on my knees turned me on. His hand on my neck made me ache, made me wet while I knelt there, and gave him every bit of pleasure I could imagine how to give. And when I made him moan, when I felt him come in my mouth, that momentary feeling of power, oflustwas so good that I wanted to keep going. To beg him to give me what I just gave him.

So I tried to run, and like every other time I’ve tried to run from him, he wouldn’t let me.

And now, he’s going to make me admit what I want, just like I did to him.

Ivan runs his tongue over my lip again, teeth grazing over it before he pulls back. “You made me tell you what I wanted,” he growls, his hand holding me firmly in place. “So you’re going to do the same thing, Charlotte. Don’t think you’re going to get away with reminding me of the things I fantasized about, and then not have to do the same.”

He spins me around so that I’m facing the mirror, and the look on his face sends a shiver down my spine. The hand not on my neck slides down my back, over my shirt, down to the edge of my hip. “You wanted to make me come and then walk away.To pretend that you could reduce me down to my basest desires and pretend that you have none of your own. But when I pull your jeans down, Charlotte, I know what I’m going to find.” His hand slides around to the button in front, thumbing it loose as his fingers rest against the zipper. “Are you wet,milaya? Are you going to try to tell me that you’re not dripping for me?”

I sink my teeth into my lower lip, refusing to answer. Wanting to find out what he’ll do. This is one of the games we played, too, when he was Venom, and I was his dove. A game of asking what he’d do if I fought him. How he’d punish me. And that dark, secret part of myself wants to find out.

What if I stopped being ashamed of it? What if I admitted that I want Ivan, the bad and the good, the liar and the romantic, the devil and the angel? What if?—

He slides down the zipper, slowly, teasing me. His gaze holds mine in the mirror the entire time, taunting me the way I taunted him.

“You’re going to watch me while I make you come, Charlotte. And you’re going to tell me how much you want it while I do it. Now answer me. Are you wet for me?”

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