Page 100 of Deceit

I lift one of my hands out of the water, using my thumb and forefinger to trace the outline of her jaw before coming to her lips. The water from my thumb wets her lip, making them all the more tantalizing as I speak.

“Don’t you know the line between hatred and obsession is extremely thin?”

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t speak, instead she moves closer. I’m not sure if she can tell that she’s doing it or not but either way, I wait for her. I let her come to me until she is a hair’s breadth away.

My hand falls to the back of her neck, cupping it tightly to make sure she won’t try to flee from me. Letting her go was never an option, but now? With her straddled in my lap, her breath mingling with mine and lust and desire for me drowning those pretty little eyes. No, now she’s tied to me forever.

She leans forward just a little bit more, forcing the water to move around us and our lips to gently bump together. Thatbump is all it takes for my self-restraint to snap in two. Much like last night, I smash my lips against hers, having no time or patience to be soft or gentle. Not with her. I want to break her in half and then kiss the pieces back together. I want to force tears to pour down her face from choking on my cock, and then I want to lick them clean. Pain and pleasure, blending together in an addictive combination that will intertwine our souls for all eternity.

Her lips move against mine, all too willingly, all too giving. I have no choice but to take it all. Take absolutely everything I can, after all, it’s mine. Every inch of her. Mine.

Our tongues tangle, though she is easily subdued. Her head tilting back, granting me the pleasure of tongue fucking her mouth as she begins grinding that soft pussy against my cock. I lift my hips, giving her the friction she needs as she continues humping and grinding against me. Her breathy moans spilling into my mouth as I continue to devour her.

Every movement of her body against mine, every whimper and tremor. It fuels something inside of me, something dark and unruly. Something fucking feral for her.

I feel her begin to shake in my hands and her movements stutter before she begins to scream. I tear my mouth away from hers, sinking my teeth into her shoulder as her screams ricochet through the woods around us. It only intensifies the harder I bite, and it makes my cock ache and twitch that she enjoys the pain I give her.

Her screams and moans slowly dissipate, and I release my hold on her shoulder before I begin covering it with kisses. Softly, I kiss and lick away the pain I gave her, giving her a new feeling to hold onto. A new one to associate this mark with. My teeth indented perfectly into her creamy skin, it’s no question what that bruise will look like in the coming days.

Good.

I want her to bear my mark. I want the world to know that she is mine and I am hers.

The logical side of my brain is screaming at what a terrible plan that is. About how discretion and patience are the only way I’ll be able to save her from the impending fate she is awaiting. The primal side of me beats its chest in pride, ready to mirror the action to the other shoulder and every square inch of her fleshy body.

Amazingly so, I restrain myself, my eyes coming to hers. She lets out a shaky breath, but she doesn’t say a word, her brain working a million miles a minute as she begins to overthink and spiral before me.

Not allowing her to do so, I press a tender kiss against her lips, one I’m even impressed I could deliver. When I pull away, a little bit of that panic ebbs.

It’s a start.

“I’m with Ronan and Liam. I can’t….we can’t…I—”

“Do you want me, Siren?” I ask, rubbing soft circles against her skin beneath the water.

“I can’t,” she practically whimpers, like it pains her to say it as she closes her eyes.

I tighten my hold on the back of her neck, squeezing the sides and forcing her eyes to flash open.

“Do. You. Want. Me?” I repeat.

Her chest is practically heaving, her eyes racing across my face.

“Yes,” she breathes out softly.

It’s music to my fucking ears and for the first time in years, I feel a thud come from inside my chest. I thought the organ in there had died long ago, with no chance of revival. Apparently, all it took was a perfect Siren to bring it back to life.

“Then that’s it,” I say simply, like nothing else matters.

“I won’t leave Liam and Ronan.”

“I didn’t expect you would,” I say, though I had hoped. “I understand you need to explore your feelings with them. As long as I’m the one inked into your soul when all is said and done.”

She looks hesitant, like she doesn’t want to promise me that. I don’t like what it does to me inside. I want her to agree, to profess her love for me and at least agree that when she tires of them we can go on and live our perfect life together. She doesn’t though, and it takes everything in me not to blow the fuck up.

“I need to talk to them…I don’t know if they will be okay with this,” she says, worrying her lip between her teeth much like she was earlier tonight.

My thumb pulls it free, sucking the abused lip into my mouth before releasing it with a pop.

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