Page 12 of Cruel Pawn
I was still dazed from my orgasm, still hazy-headed and far too willing, when he stripped off his trousers and thrust inside me. I was so wet that he slid all the way, his hips flush with mine. My eyes widened at the stretch, the fullness, the absolute insanity of the feeling. Clearly it had been too long since I got laid. That was all it was. Not a life-altering moment where the world splintered into before and after. But god, the slide of his thighs against mine, the stroke of his chest over my nipples, the way his hands clasped my hips and held on hard as he withdrew, so fucking slowly, to slam back in… it felt lifechanging.
He withdrew from my lips only far enough to lock eyes with me, his dark and lit from within, like his pleasure was so strong it had to physically manifest. “That’s it, Carmen. You hold onto your future husband while he fucks you into another orgasm.”
Oh shit, it wasn’t pleasure glowing from him—it was ownership gleaming in those dark eyes. Possession and obsession so vast I hadn’t seen it until it was too late, and he was balls deep inside me. Alarm burst to life, but it was crushed by a warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest. Oh, I wanted it, loved it, craved affection so dark and intense that it would either complete me or kill me. Arden was more dangerous to me than I’d realised. I was grateful he’d be dead by morning, that—
A cry burst from me when he curved my thigh around his hip and thrust in an angle so callous and pleasurable it should be illegal. His low, smug laugh needed to be banned immediately.
“Is that the spot, my pretty opera?”
Stop calling me that,I wanted to snap. But fuck, fuck, that reallywasthe spot, and I could only sink my teeth into my bottom lip as my face burned, and nod.
“I think my future wife’s going to come again, isn’t she?” he asked in a low, velvet voice that caressed my senses, crawled into my brain, and made itself a permanent home there. I’d never had sex like this; never known itcouldbe like this. I wasn’t sure I’d survive it.
The next thrust stroked the length of my body with his, setting all of me burning and tingling, my body so completely alive. He did it again, keeping that wicked angle inside me, and I bit deeper into my lip until a bead of blood welled up.
The sound that came from the back of Arden’s throat made me feral. I snapped my hips up to meet the next thrust, my eyes flashing wide at how close that single thrust pushed me. Then Arden’s teeth closed around my bottom lip, tugging it from between my own teeth so he could capture it, his tongue licking over the tiny wound, lapping up my blood with a sinuous motion that echoed the way he moved within me.
“Arden,” I breathed, my voice high and unrecognisable.
“I know, pretty girl,” he said with a rough kiss. “Your pussy’s clutching my cock so tightly, you must be close.”
I nodded fast, my breaths deep, heavy, rapid.
There was a darkness to the way he watched me, and my heart thundered at the sight of it.
“Come for me, my opera, and make me come so I can fill you up with cum. All of this is for you.” He thrust harder, a declaration and warning.
“What?” I gasped. “No.”
“Oh,yes,my future wife.” His hands found my wrists and pressed them into the bed as his hips bore down on mine, thrusting so fucking perfectly that I couldn’t remember my objections. Did it even matter when it felt this good? “I’m going to fill your perfect cunt to the brim, and you’re going to take it all like a good girl.”
His thrusts grew rougher, obliterating whatever thoughts I had left, and all I could do was writhe under him and plead, over and over.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Your lips might say no, but this pussy isbeggingme to fulfil my promises. I never break a promise, my opera, so when I tell you I’m going to breed this throbbing, dripping cunt, that you’re going to marry me, and we’ll live happily ever after, you know I mean it.”
My next moan was almost a sob. He released my left wrist to sweep his thumb over my clit, and the world fell apart. I had a vague notion that I was crying out his name, that I was screaming it as he fucked me like a madman and spilled inside me, but there was only blinding light and stars and pleasure so intense my whole body shook as I came back down.
My breath caught on my next inhale, then again, a shivery instability in my arms that I didn’t recognise. A tightness formed in my chest that wasn’t quite my regular anxiety.
“Come here, my opera,” Arden said in a voice so tender I thought I must be dreaming. “You were so perfect for me,” he murmured, gently withdrawing his cock and tucking me into his chest, his arms secure around me. “Everything I dreamed of and more.”
His lips feathered across my temple, and a rough sigh expelled from my chest. What the hell was happening? I felt completely out of flux, shaken and… needy. And what I needed was more of those forehead kisses, his arms tighter around me, the steady thump of his heartbeat against my chest. This was a travesty.
“My dream girl,” he praised, stroking his fingertips up and down the bare arch of my spine. I melted against him like ice cream on a scorching summer day.
Arden rearranged us so I was splayed on top of him, my head on his chest at the perfect height for more of those sweet kisses,and I let out another deep sigh, the shaking finally easing its grip on my limbs.
He wasn’t supposed to be holding me as I trembled under a rush of foreign and unwanted chemicals in my brain; I was supposed to be ending his life right now.
But his next kiss to my temple lingered, like he’d noticed how much I loved them, and my eyelids grew heavy.
I’d kill him in the morning.
8
Arden
Waking up in the arms of my dream girl would have been a whole lot better if my dream girl was actually in my arms. But a smile still pulled at my lips as I stretched in her bed, her sultry, floral scent buried in every fibre, clinging to the air. I hoped it sank through my pores and made me smell like her for the rest of my life. I swore I could still taste her, the addictive heaven of her pussy forever branded into my taste buds. I wanted another taste.
