Page 45 of Dark & Deceitful

“I-I…” Words stutter from my lips, but I die a painful death when I can’t think of a response that won’t break character. Instead, I sink my nails into Dark’s forearm and scream inside my head for him to stop, to cover me up, to let me go. But as I apply pressure to his arm, his fingers start to thrust in slow, torturous pleasure as the palm of his hand presses down on my clit.

The bastard kisses the side of my face. “I’m sorry,” he utters as the steel rod against my back bucks, and he fucks me in front of everyone. Plunging his digits in and out of my core, Dark puts on a show, giving Darmond and his group of sickos exactly what they want, what they expect.

Eyes rake my form from the deck. I sense them like ghostly fingertips brushing my skin against my will.

“Let go,” Dark encourages.

I can’t.

I’m mad at him and myself for this. For everything.

The top of my dress is ripped down, exposing both of my breasts to the crowd. The cool, salty breeze caresses my nipples, setting them to stone. My center clenches around Dark’s fingers.

“That’s it, babe. That’s it.” He squeezes my throat until my head spins and the world blots out. Heat coils in my pussy, coaxing, coaxing, coaxing that special spot to come.

“That’s it,” Dark rasps again as I go limp in his arms. Only then does he release my throat enough to let the blood flow freely, and I’m a goner.

Slamming his fingers home, my back arches off Dark’s chest as a scream rips from my throat. Wetness gushes from my pussy.Quaking in his embrace, Dark doesn’t relent. He plays my body like a fiddle and fucks me harder, beating that special place like a maestro.

Someone gasps nearby.

The sound barely registers over the pounding in my ears.

“Another,” the bastard declares.

And I obey.

A Pavlovian response, my body bows to his command as a tidal wave of ecstasy tears another scream from my broken soul, and I come and come and come with his fingers inside me and his palm grinding against my clit.

“Fuck.” Sinking his teeth into my shoulder, Dark grunts as his body thrusts like it has no control over itself. Air bursts from his nose as he trembles, sending violent ripples through us both. The fingers inside my pussy still as the thighs beneath me stiffen and wetness soaks through the back of my dress.

I just…

I….

I exhale an emotional breath.

The hand around my throat drops to cup my breast as Dark nuzzles his nose to the mark on my shoulder and the brands around my neck. “Fuck.” He kisses me everywhere, sweet pecks of satiation, as the body beneath me goes lax as if he’s been tense all day, and coming in his pants was just what the doctor ordered.

I can’t believe… never mind… it doesn’t matter.

Head resting on his shoulder, I stare up at the wooden ceiling as my ex plays with my nipple and draws his fingers out of my core to rub my clit.

I gasp.

He laughs like a menace.

“Wanna go again, babe?”

I shake my head. No. Definitely no. This was enough—too much. Later, when we leave the yacht and return to our lives, we’ll have words, heated words. Until then, I’ll play the part. I’ll smile and be the submissive pet. I’ll be Dark’s. Tomorrow, when we’re riding home, I can break. Because this, him touching me, reminding me of what we once had and what he stole away, will wreck me. I sense it brewing below my breastbone. It aches. The wound, mostly scabbed over and healed, has been ripped open. Now, it’s gaping. Bleeding. I hate him for it, now more than ever before. How could I have ever been so stupid?

FOURTEEN

Cutting steak into bite-sized pieces, Dark stabs a succulent bit with his fork and raises it to my lips. Smiling like I’m smitten with him and his gentlemanly ways, I slide my lips sensually across the tines and draw the steak into my mouth. I chew thoughtfully, and he stabs another juicy, medium-rare piece for himself. Playing the dutiful pet, I turn in his lap to pat his lips with a white cotton napkin as he chews.

“Thank you.” He smirks and leans in to press a simple kiss upon my mouth. My eyelids flutter at the connection, the sizzle, the flutter in my belly. Not done, Dark draws his tongue across the seam. I gasp, core clenching as he hums in deep, hungry satisfaction. “You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he mutters.

The compliment soaks into me like a sponge, into places it doesn’t belong, and for a moment, I believe it’s genuine. For a moment, it’s just us, our lips, and our dinner. The others drinking, feeding, and fucking their pets are background noise to the heat of his body seeping into mine and the wisp of his breath fanning over my lips as mine part to taste where his tongue touched. Shyness mixed with a thousand other unwelcomed feelings burn my cheeks as Dark turns me in the chair with littleeffort and drapes my legs over his lap to give him better access to my mouth.

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