Page 94 of Ruling Scar
“Ladies,” he says, but never breaks eye contact with me. He holds out a hand.
I cast a wild look at my friends. Ren shrugs, but lifts a brow, silently telling me she’ll support me if I say no.
I take his hand, letting him lift me up. I glance back one more time and Ren holds up a pretend phone to her ears. “Call me if you need to,” she mouths.
Elijah holds my hand firmly, taking me back down the same hallway. I assume we’re leaving, but he opens a door.
I keep walking, not understanding. “But?—”
“You wanted to experience a sex club.” His voice implies danger. “Who am I to stand in the way of that?”
Before I can say anything, he drags me into the room.
“Elijah, wait.” The door slams shut and I stumble into the small viewing room from earlier. No, not the viewing room. The room where the acts occur.
He pushes me to the center of the room, zipping my dress down before I even notice his hand moving. It pools on the floor, cold air hitting me along with the horror that in ten seconds flat I’m naked.
And standing right where others can see.
He shoves me down on the bed.
“Wait, no.” I can’t tell if there’s anyone on the other side of the window, but my skin flushes at the thought as I cross my arms over my chest. “What if?”
He stands at the end of the bed, parting my legs. I try to close my knees, but a firm hand and a firm voice stops me. “Yes, Leonora. There are people in there. Yes, they will watch me fuck you. You screaming in pleasure will turn them the fuck on and you’ll learn to live with the knowledge that if you want to play with the devil you’ll get fucked by the devil.”
There is no slow and sweet assault. He cups my pussy and tsks under his breath. “You’re already wet.”
His fingers skim my pussy through the material of my panties and my stomach tightens with a thrill.
“Elijah,” I plead, glancing at the window.
He tears my underwear off, shoving it into my mouth with so much force my head jerks back.
“You asked for my cock,” he purrs, at odds with the darkness swirling around him. “But first we’re going to play a little game. Let’s see how many times our audience can see you come.”
He licks my cunt, tracing my clit before he shoves his tongue into my pussy. Elijah lifts my pussy to his face, beforemoving my legs over his shoulders. I’ve never felt so open. I’m completely naked, the cold air stimulating my already sensitive nipples as I arch my back. My fingers bunch into the covers as I blink back a sudden onslaught of tears. My head turns toward the window, before turning back, trying my best not to let them see my crumbling face.
Elijah sucks and licks my cunt, and the feeling builds in my lower belly. It washes over me, stronger than ever before. But he doesn’t stop. His tongue tortures my clit and I moan against the underwear stuffed in my mouth.
Lifting his head, he shoves a finger inside. “I’m claiming this hole tonight, Leonora. All of it and all of you. And when you think you’ve had your fill, I’m going to build the pain up again just to prove to you that I’ll always give you pleasure.”
His finger curls and my hips buck. In response, he drives another finger inside me.
“But know this.” I’ve never seen his eyes so wild. “The next time you decide to be a brat, this is where we’ll end up. Right here. Your pussy will be sore and your ass red and you’ll help everyone on the other side of that window reach their own pleasure.”
I close my eyes, but his fingers are ruthless. I tense, another orgasm sweeping over me.
He’s got a hold of all my senses. Especially when he bends over, his fingers still plunging inside me, and swirls his tongue around my nipple. He bites. Hard. And my hips buck.
“Desperate for attention.” His voice is guttural and I keep my eyes closed, holding on for dear life. He bites down again and my hand slaps into his hair, trying to tug him off, it hurts so bad.
The bastard doesn’t care. His fingers thrust inside me over and over again, and he bites down harder on my nipple. My core tightens.
I want him so bad, my hips rock, meeting his fingers. More. I want more even as I clench around his fingers, a third orgasm washing over me.
He removes his fingers, crawling up my body. He traces my gagged lips with my arousal, kissing the corner of my mouth. His lips brush against my scar.
“Beautiful,” he whispers, his nose brushing the shell of my ear. He places kiss after delicate kiss all along my throat and jawbone.
