Page 86 of Mind Maze

“I know. I’m trying. I just get so pissed, you know?”

I do know. It’s horrible. My trauma from Vivienne isn’t as fresh as Kaitlyn’s, but it hurts nonetheless. I’ve been psyching myself up to read more of that awful woman’s journal, but I’m afraid. The little bit I read before was painful.

Think of something else.

Don’t think of her.

My mind is happy to oblige.

“Wake up, love,” a voice murmurs against the shell of my ear. “You’ve been humping my leg for the past thirty minutes in your sleep. I can’t ignore it anymore. Feel how hard you make me.”

Caius guides my hand to his cock. It’s hard as he said and the slit on the crown is slick with pre-cum. My insides are raw and sore. I don’t know if I can take him again.

“I’ll suck you off,” I say sleepily. “You can teach me how.”

He groans as if this idea is enticing. “Another day. Believe me, I’m going to hold you to it. Right now, I need inside of you. How else will I mark you as mine?”

My skin prickles and my core throbs with desire. “I’m sore.”

“I’ll get it nice and wet first, okay?”

“Mmm. Okay.”

I can’t see his face in the dark room, but I feel his lips as they kiss down my chest to my stomach. He lingers there, teasing my bellybutton with his tongue and then he goes to the place I really want him. No longer shy with this man, I crudely part my thighs, giving him all the access he needs.

His mouth is wickedly skilled. He doesn’t need to see in order to pleasure me. It’s as if he can do it on instinct. His breath is hot on my sore, tender lips, making me tremble. I groan when his tongue starts lapping all the sensitive skin there.

“Oooh,” I whimper. “That’s nice.”

He chuckles. “I’m going to make you beg for my cock. I’ll get you so worked up you won’t care if it hurts. You’re going to want my dick inside you.”

His words are a turn-on, but it’s the quick flicks of his tongue followed by the harsh sucking on my clit that has me losing it.

As my body ignites with fiery need, I know he’s right. The soreness doesn’t feel like a factor right now. All I want is to come.

“…didn’t use to always be that way.” Theo shakes my shoulder, rousing me. “Finish drinking your coffee. You’re falling asleep. My story isn’t that boring, babe.”

Warmth floods my cheeks. I did drift off but not to sleep. I’d been thinking about last night.

“Sorry,” I say with a fake yawn. “Last night was rough.”

It was at the event, but then it was rough because Caius made it his mission to wreck my body. After he licked me to oblivion, he was right. I begged for him. He didn’t disappoint and easily slid into my primed body. The kisses he gave me tasted like sex and desperation. I loved every second of it.

“You’re drifting again.” Theo shoots me an annoyed look. “Finish drinking. You stopped. You need your caffeine.”

I know he’s right. I pick up my cup that I’d rested on the bed beside me and chug until I get a brain freeze, which makes my already sore head throb furiously. Theo laughs when I make a face.

I smack at his arm. “Don’t be a dick.”

“We should go to breakfast. Drink up. When you finish, I’ll take you someplace good.”

Breakfast sounds good. It also sounds like a lot of effort. I yawn, this time a real one. Definitely need to drink more. When I polish off the rest of my drink, Theo claps as though he’s proud.

“Go shower, woman. I’m starving.”

Sleepily, I force myself out of bed. I grab real clothes this time—jeans, sweater, bra, and underwear—and head for the shower.

The shower does nothing to wake me up. In fact, I think it makes me more tired. I stand under the hot spray, letting it relax me far too much. I’m swaying when someone pounds on the bathroom door.

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