Page 29 of Dark Desire
“They’re a little busy right now.” I didn’t miss the amusement in his tone. He was messing with me and enjoying it way too much.
I lifted my head and spat at him. “Fuck you!”
He groaned loudly, his hand working his cock more furiously. “You fucking wish.”
My eyes widened when the first signs of how close he was started to show. His tree-trunk thighs shook and his green eyes dilated as he stared at my pussy. I forced myself to keep my legs apart, but it was so hard to do when he let out a loud roar and cum spurted out of his cock onto his stomach. I froze, completely mesmerised as it kept coming, ropes and ropes of it covering his abs. He panted heavily, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. I’d never been more turned on but also stunned into silence. I didn’t think he’d actually make himself come. I thoughthe was teasing me, tormenting me and then he’d cave and get his ass over here.
After catching his breath, he finally pulled himself up to stand, his cock still hard and jutting out of his jeans as he held his hoodie up to save it from the cum coating his skin. He walked towards me and I swallowed, my eyes not knowing what to focus on. When he finally reached my side, he glared down at me, all that fire raging behind them. I yelped when he roughly grabbed a handful of my hair and forced my head off the pillow.
The next words out of his mouth nearly made me combust.
“Lick it off, witch.”
Chapter Eleven
Her pupils dilated in equal amounts of shock and arousal before they flickered down to my cum-covered abs. I tightened my grip on her hair impatiently until her mouth dropped open and her tongue darted out. Leaning over her, I stared down through the eye slits of the mask as she took one long lick of my stomach. I growled with possessive need. My hands twisted into her soft curls as I struggled to hold myself back at the feel of her tongue on my skin, at the sight of her devouring my cum like it was the most delicious appetiser.
Fuck.I was already losing my inner battle to kill this woman and rid her from my life. Instead, desire was saving her, letting her continue to breathe because I couldn’t seem to do it without having her first. She was meant to be mine, no matter how much I hated it. My dick was solid once more and throbbing to claim her. The monster within me was clawing to the surface of my skin but not for the reasons it should. I needed to destroy her, but right now, there was only one way my body and mind would allow me to do it.
When she’d licked me clean, I dropped her head back to the pillow and glared down at her perfect face. Not an ounce of shame mirrored her expression as she licked her lips and stared up at me with those honeyed eyes. As if she were waiting for some praise. I wouldn’t give her any yet.
“Filthy fucking witch,” I growled, grabbing my cock and gripping it painfully for being such a needy traitor for this woman. “You love the taste of me.”
“Yes,” she answered without pause. I narrowed my eyes on the T-shirt she was wearing, hating that it was restricting me from seeing those gorgeous curves. Picking up the dagger again, I lifted it to her chin. She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes sparking with fear but not enough to dim her arousal. Using the dagger, I ripped the T-shirt in half from her chin to her navel and let it fall to her sides on the bed. Her large tits rose and fell with her rapid breaths and I watched with fascination when her perky nipples hardened even more when I ran the flattened metal blade over them.
“Please,” she begged, her whole body squirming, causing her bound wrists to tug at the bars of her headboard. “You said you’d make me come.”
My lips curved up on one side into a sneer behind the mask as I trailed the tip of the blade down the centre of her stomach to her pussy. “You come when you have proved yourself to be a good girl. You’re not there yet.”
She didn’t like that answer. The anger in her eyes sent a wave of excitement through me. I started pacing around her room, looking at all her belongings and searching for anything that might give me any clue as to who the fuck this woman was. There was nothing personal at all. I ripped open her bedside drawer to find a large device with a rounded head. I picked it up, turning it in my hand before switching it on. The power of its vibrations roared through my hand and up my arm.
“What’s this?” I growled, my mind already filling with ideas.
“It’s called a wand,” she panted. “A vibrator. For pleasure.”
Infuriating possessiveness rocketed through me at the thought of her using it to give herself pleasure without me. This woman was mine. From now on, I owned every inch of her until her final breath—even her pleasure. I grabbed my belt from my jeans and yanked it out violently. She gasped at the sudden action and then lifted her head to watch me wrap the belt around her thigh.
“What are you doing?” she asked with alarm when I shoved the ‘wand’ between her inner thigh and the leather belt, holding it in place so it rested against her clit. She moaned instantly at the pressure, even though it wasn’t turned on yet, and her head fell back on the pillow.
“Let’s see just how much you wantmeto make you come, or whether you settle for that thing.”
“What?”
Tearing my jeans off my legs, I straddled her body and positioned myself just below her chest, fisting my swollen cock.
“If you come from that, you won’t come from me tonight.”
“Oh my gods! You are such a fucking asshole!” she shouted as I reached behind and turned it on. The vibrations filled the room, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. I grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at my mask as her body squirmed desperately.
“Don’t fucking come and I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Do you always get off on being a sick, dominant prick?” she spat at me, fury blazing like fire in her hazel eyes.
I chuckled darkly. “You have no fucking idea. But you’re about to find out.”
I grabbed her heavy tits and pushed them together, smothering my cock between them. A deep groan caught in the back of my throat as the soft flesh pressed against my hard, throbbing cock and I pistoned my hips forward.
“Fuck,” I roared as I let myself fall into desire, fucking her tits slowly. I saw the frustration and determination not to give in to her own pleasure on her face. She closed her eyes, refusing to watch my cock between her tits because it would send her over the edge as she moved her legs desperately to try to keep the vibrator away from her clit.
