Page 97 of Paper Thin Love

I want to cage him.

“You’re such a pretty little devil.”

“Then make a deal with me.” I offer, feeling my body start to heat up hotter than the water.

He grins, and his hard cock presses against my core; even the water can’t hide the velvet texture of it rubbing against my skin.“Why would I do that, little fox?” He guides me back, inch by predatory inch. I gasp when my back presses against the wet tiles. I have no patience; I need him inside of me. Now. He knows it too, thus his need to make me suffer and wait.

His hand slithers down my body, fingers advancing between my opening as his eyes turn muddy with dark desires that will soon be awarded.“I already own every part of you.” He twirls his fingers around my opening, creating a sucking, wet melody that can be heard over the shower. I used to be embarrassed by how my body responded to him, how wet I became. Dash taught me how to be comfortable in my skin.“You have nothing to offer me because I took it all from you. Willingly.”

Oh no, you don’t.“You can’t push me away, Dash; you said it yourself. You took it and claimed it. You own me. We’re stuck together now. If you die, I die, so don’t bother trying to make me hate you.”

“Youwillhate me.” the confession almost gets lost in the water droplets.

I sink onto my knees; it’s the only escape I have, bowing in front of a king.“My king.”

Droplets curl over his high cheekbones, dipping into the shallow contours of his angled face before they drop down, falling onto my round cheeks.“What did you just say?” His jaw clenches.

“When we made our deal, you asked me who my king was. I told you I didn’t have one.” Gently, I grab his cock; my small hands shake as I begin to stroke it. I find his eyes and then tell him,“I do now.” I’m loyal to him. My tongue darts out as I lick his length; his thighs shake, and his abs clench, revealing more muscles.

“Mila,”

I hum and moan as I suck him deep, pulling more and more of him into my mouth, gliding my tongue over his velvety hardness. After a few minutes, I watch as a king shatters. All it takes is a queen bowing down to him. I trusted him, and eventually, he trusted me.

Then he’s on his knees pushing me down, so I’m lying on the shower floor. He spreads open my thighs; the palms of his hands feel rough and firm as they press into my soft flesh. It's such a turn-on that I begin to arch my back as my toes curl against the wet floor. He holds my legs open and then pushes them wider till my knees press against the floor. "How far can you bend till you break, little fox?" His voice is deep and throaty. He scoots closer, shoving his body between my calves to ensure they can't close but rather are forced to stretch open for him, too.

"Try me." I tug my hips up, doing a full horizontal split for him. Perks of being so flexible.

"Fuck," he hisses as his eyes roam over my lower body.He licks his lips and slides his hands from my thighs to my ass, digging his fingers into me as he lifts me higher. His hot breath fans over my sex till his lips press against my opening, kissing it gently, driving me wild!

“You like that, little fox?”

“Please?” I buck my hips.Get your mouth back on my body!

“Please, what?”

I could drag this out, but I’d never survive. My heart is so frantic; I should be responsible and call an ambulance to come to my aid because I know once we are done, he’s going to kill a part of me.

“Please make me scream your name.”I pant as I lock eyes with him.

Snap! He moves, having lost all control as he begins to devour my sex with his mouth.

The tickling sensation of the water pelting me along with his tongue and lips coaxing me to euphoria is… mind-blowing. I wiggle against the floor, but it’s so slick it provides no purchase as my body spasms with an orgasm.

My eyelids flutter open, trying to blink away the haze as my lips smile lazily, but then the water stops covering me because Dash is suddenly on top of me, being my shield, sliding his massive cock inside of my swollen wet walls. We don’t speak; we can’t. All we can do is moan, but then he swallows it, savoring it in his memories.

I do the same. Only the water showering us escapes our hungry lips. It’s just us, his hands on my body, his lips over mine, his cock inside of my body. It’s slow, then fast, too fast, so he slows down again, trying to stretch this out like a master candy maker pulls taffy: long, slow, heavy, sweet and decadent. Sinful.

Eventually, it all comes to an end. Then, the water washes away our filth and love.

After all, that is the definition of our relationship: filthy love.

We land on his bed, angry, hungry, full of a desperate need. My legs fall open, hips jerk up, seeking him between them. There is an emptiness in my chest when he’s not inside of me.

“Mila,” Dash grabs my face, stilling me on the mattress. His eyes are like a ocean of ever changing currents: fear, hate, longing, desire. It all mixes and clashes in a turbulent flow.

I softly caress his cheek, cupping it. The moment my fingers make contact with his warm skin, he shuts his eyes as if in pain.“Let me love you.” I whisper.

The left side of his lip tugs up.“You can show the devil love. That doesn’t mean he can reciprocate it. He’ll watch. Learn. Trick you into believing what he gives you is love.” His eyes slowly open, mine close to hide my tears.“It’s not love, Mila. It’s all a trick, a deception. A lie. I can never love you because there is no place for it in our world. Love is a weakness.”

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