Page 20 of Reign of Psychos

He pushed me to the edge and then backed off. Again and again, and fucking again. I wasn’t sure I liked this version of Dario. He was an asshole.

“Please!” I whined. “Let me come!”

“Not yet.” He moved up my body, taking the time to worship my breasts, licking and sucking my nipples. Over the last week, they’d become hypersensitive, and each swipe of his tongue had me whimpering in frustration.

Just as I was about to punch him in the face, he sat back. The shirt came off and then his fingers moved to unfasten his jeans, but I reached out to stop him.

“No.”

“No?” His expression froze, the heat in his eyes fading rapidly. I almost smirked because it was obvious he thought I’d had a change of heart. I hadn’t, but it didn’t hurt to make him think that after all his shameless teasing.

“No, that’s my job.” I pushed his hands away and gestured at him to stand. He did as he was told and waited while I crawled over the bed and got on my knees for him. Being submissive wasn’t really my thing, but I wanted to do this for him.

My last attempt at giving him a blowjob hadn’t been a huge success, but I’d learned a few tricks since then, thanks to expert tutelage from Kyril.

He stared down at me as I unfastened his jeans and yanked the zipper down. Seeing how hard he was for me made my mouth water. I needed to taste him, feel him in my mouth, swallow his pleasure.

A soft groan told me how desperate he was for some relief. How much he wanted me.

I pulled his jeans down, and he quickly stepped out of them. His boxers were next, leaving his cock standing proud.

When I swiped my tongue over his weeping crown, he hissed. Both hands cupped my head and pulled me closer, encouraging me to take him inside my mouth. I opened wide and did exactly that. The salty flavor of him burst on my tongue. Delicious. Perfect.

He was thick and oh-so hard, almost too much for me to take, but I’d had a lot of practice lately. More than enough to let him slide deeper without gagging.

From the way he exhaled in surprise, he wasn’t expecting that. I smiled around him and used my tongue to caress his crown before pulling away.

“Fuck, Thea,” he groaned. “I’m not going to last five fucking minutes if you keep this up.”

“Good,” I mumbled around his cock. He tried to push me away, but I held firm, and with a few last sucks, he came hard down my throat. It was a struggle to swallow it all and some of his release slid down my chin.

“You missed a bit,” he smiled before scooping it up with his finger and pressing it between my lips. “Damn, my cum looks good on you.” Such filthy words. Then his smile faded. “You were supposed to come first,” he said petulantly.

That provoked a laugh. “I could have if you’d not decided to tease me earlier.” I was still pissed about being edged. “It’s not dawn yet. We have time to correct your mistake.”

He grinned, pushing me back on the bed. His dick was already hard again, but instead of sinking into me as I expected, he settled back between my legs and did what I wanted him to do the first time: make me come all over his face.

It didn’t take long, and before I’d had a chance to come down from my high, he pushed inside me. His thickness stretched me, hitting all the sweet spots, obliterating any remaining doubts I might have had about him, aboutus.

With each sensuous roll of his hips, every brush of his lips against my neck, and caress of my breasts, I was gone. Catapulted into a haze of pleasure. Uncaring of what lay ahead.

This was all that mattered. The two of us, back where we belonged, with each other.

11

Dario

Bright sunlight hurt my eyes when I woke up. I knew immediately I’d missed my flight. Fuck. But also, fuck it. Leaving her was not something I could do.

Thea was in danger if she stayed this close to her father’s base of operations. Sooner or later, someone would recognize her and report back to Francesco. For all we knew, Torrance was already on his way, ready to shoot me dead and kidnap Thea again.

I wasn’t about to let that happen. Not now she’d forgiven me. I’d rather die than let him take her from me.

She lay curled up on her side, breathing softly, her back to me. I could have stayed here, in this bed, forever. Just the two of us in our own little bubble. Like it used to be when we spent hours in the small chapel on her father’s estate, hidden from Torrance.

Back then, all we’d done was talk. At least in the early years, while we were both still kids.

I missed talking to Thea. Not having her to share things with had cut the deepest. Maybe now things would be different. I wasn’t stupid enough to think she’d choose me over the others,but as long as I had a share of her, I would try to curb my jealousy.

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