Page 27 of Mind Maze

I love how she begs to come over and over, chanting it like it’s a song.

My favorite song.

Her body seizes up and her pussy starts clenching around my fingers. I bite her ass cheek as she comes hard, her arousal soaking my fingers. It runs down my palm, over my wrist, and down my forearm under my dress shirt. This girl is messy. I fucking love it.

And that’s where I begin to unravel.

My careful control starts peeling away from me, leaving a raw, hungry beast in its wake. The lines between real and pretend have long been obliterated. I want to claim her—to erase my damn brothers off her body and make sure it’s only me who’s left over.

She’s still spasming with her orgasm when I pull my fingers from her body. With haste, I rise to my feet and tear at my belt. The last time I so eagerly wanted to fuck, I was a decade younger, aching to lose my virginity. Now I can’t get my pants undone quickly enough.

I need inside her.

I need inside her now.

My cock flops out of my boxers the second I have them shoved down my thighs. It smacks her on the ass, along her crack, and she cries out in response. With my hand that’s covered in her juices, I wrap my fingers around my cock and slick it up. Then I press my other palm into her lower spine as I guide the head of my cock to her wet pussy.

We both fall deathly silent as I slowly push into her.

The constricting tightness of her body is even better than I imagined. Her pussy strangles my cock and it takes effort to push all the way into her. I’m about to start thrusting, knowing I won’t last long, when I hear it.

A sob.

The word no.

This time she means it.

Romy

Nonononononono…

Gareth holds me down and takes, takes, takes.

The scream is lodged in my throat, but I choke on it. Bile burns my tongue and I gag. It’s then the intrusion stops and the horrifyingly huge thickness is pulled out of me.

Caius?

Did he come to save me?

I’m forcefully rolled onto my back. Tears blur the man before me. I swipe at him with my fingernails. Though dull and filed short, I manage to poke him in the ear, earning a grunt of pain. Then he grabs hold of both hands, pinning them to the bed.

“Look at me, love.” A growl. “Dammit, fucking look at me.”

I blink, sending tears racing down my temples, and fixate on his eyes. Dark. Furious. Concerned. Caius?

His face is shiny around his mouth. There’s a wildness in his eyes I’ve never seen before. Somehow, it comforts me like never before. The terror that’d been clawing at me is now gone. All I want is his touch and comfort.

“Gareth?” I choke out, jerking my gaze past him.

“Dead. He’s dead, remember?”

The memories come flooding back. Caius killed him for me. I’m not on the yacht. I’m in a hotel in New York, safe with Caius.

“Oh,” I croak, more tears filling my eyes. “I’m so stupid.”

He snorts out something that sounds like disagreement. Then he hooks an arm beneath me, pulling both of us fartherup the bed. His cock, sandwiched between us, throbs angrily. I almost giggle at the absurdity of our situation.

I said no and he stopped.

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