Page 14 of Cruel Pawn
“No. Traitors don’t get to talk, no matter how beautiful they are.” I dragged up her vest so I could see her tits and left it bunched under her arms, my hands returning to paint bruises across her waist as I snapped my hips, driving my cock as deepas it would fit, then retreating and thrusting, retreating and thrusting. Sharp, hard, rough strokes. I fucked her so hard she’d feel me for days afterward, so hard that she’d ache and be sore and know that exactly who was responsible. So hard she could never forget me.
I kissed her with a brutality I’d never unleashed before, an animalistic need to own and devour that I’d never let loose, and Carmen whined and submitted. I could feel the power in her body, the strength. I had since the beginning. I knew she was a woman to respect, to admire, but with my cock ruining her cunt and my tongue down her throat, she had no choice but to surrender that strength to me. And if she wouldn’t have it over willingly, I wouldtakeit.
I found her clit with two fingers and stroked her hard and fast, the keening noise that escaped her hitting my veins like a shot of adrenaline. Her pussy clamped around my cock, making me fight for every thrust, and we both groaned, our bodies sweaty and so hot we could turn sand to glass.
“Can’t,” she gasped between kisses, dragging down a desperate breath before my mouth surged against hers again.
I didn’t care if she couldn’t. Shewould.
I didn’t let up until she tore her mouth away from mine with a moan so loud, I hoped the neighbours heard it. Her pussy locked down on my cock like a vice, and my eyes grew so heavy as pleasure coursed through me even faster than the drug. It erupted like flames, licking across my body, throbbing like a heartbeat of pure rapture, making my cock dance frantically inside her. I spilled so much cum I began to think it would never end.
Goddamn. I groaned, sliding my arm across her back to deter any thoughts about escaping me as I shuddered through the last few waves. That was… the best damn orgasm I’d ever had.Maybe I should let her drug me more often if it led to sex this hot.
I kept my fingers on her clit as I returned to her mouth for a deep, sucking kiss, greedy for every last taste of her before this all went to shit. If the drug was GHB, it wouldn’t completely take me out, but it would still have an effect on me, and I needed to be out of here before it struck. I didn’t know what my opera planned to do, but it couldn’t be good.
She’d been sent to trick me into letting her close, but for what—to get information out of me, or to kill me? I struggled to imagine my sweet, shy Carmen killing someone. It just wouldn’t fit into a full picture in my head. She lovedAlice in Wonderlandand matcha lattes and was so worried about her baby Mango that she’d gripped my hand without a moment’s hesitation.
“It’s too much,” she whined as I rubbed her clit. “It hurts.”
I dragged my teeth along her cheek and caught her ear lobe, biting hard. “Good. You hurt me first, Carmen. Why did you drug me?”
She shook her head, starting to tremble against me, her pussy tightening around my cock. Shit, I was already getting hard again, but I was running out of time for round two. “I don’t know what—”
I increased the pace until my fingers blurred on her clit and her ass shot off the table, her body arching against me. I ripped the climax out of her, took it by force, because it belonged to me.Shebelonged to me.
Her whole body locked up, shudders working through her stiff limbs as she clamped herself around me, the fingernails of her left hand digging into the back of my neck, hopefully leaving marks.
She crashed hard, slumping into my chest with a shivering exhale. I was still high on my pleasure, on hers; I didn’t think to catch her right hand until it swung towards me. Until cold,ruthless steel bit into my neck anddragged.She was trying to kill me. Really, truly, trying to kill me.
I caught her hand and squeezed her wrist with all my strength until her hand opened, the knife clattering to the table. But the damage was done. She’d opened a screaming cut at least two inches wide, and blood spilled down my chest. Down hers.
Shitshitshit, don’t get distracted by the sight of blood on her tits. Don’t. Do not. Your future wife is trying to kill you, and you need to survive so you can marry her.
I grabbed her wrist before she could pluck another weapon from the knife block. I didn’t speak, couldn’t risk widening the slash. Wasn’t sure I’d be able to speak anyway, as blinding, hot agony spiked into the muscle of my throat and travelled up into my brain, muddying my thoughts. Or maybe that was the drug spreading through my blood stream. Shit, I needed to get out of here.
“You should be disoriented by now,” Carmen muttered, struggling against my grip on her wrists, trying to bring her knee up into my dick. I trapped her legs between my thighs with my rapidly fleeting strength, ignoring my cock as it hardened painfully. I’d never been turned on by a woman fighting me before, but Carmen was different in every way. She drove me to utter madness. My cock no longer obeyed me; it was all hers now. “That was a high enough dose to take down a horse.”
I grinned. She was cute when she was annoyed. There was a little knot between her brows, and her eyes had darkened. I was seeing her as she really was now, all the shields and walls coming down as I’d wanted.
“I wish I could stay, my opera,” I said regretfully, kissing her and not too deterred when shock froze her lips against mine. That was fine; we still had plenty of time for better kisses. When I wasn’t bleeding dangerously all over us.
Slipping my cock out of her hurt more than getting my throat slit. I didn’t want to leave. But I had to.
“So beautiful,” I sighed when she snarled, a high flush of colour on her cheeks. “I’m sorry about this, my opera.”
Her amber eyes widened, so big and full of emotion. Well, shock and annoyance. But I remembered exactly how they looked smoky with pleasure, and it was all I could see. “About what?”
I struck her head with my fist, making sure it would land in the precisely right place. It physically hurt me to harm her, and my eyes stung as she folded at once, falling against me.I’ll send someone round to check on you,I promised as I laid her out on the sofa, wincing at the blood that sprayed all over her furniture.
“Don’t go anywhere,” I murmured, stroking hair from her slack face. “I’ll be right back for you, just gotta get healed up first.”
And maybe when I came back, it might be a good idea to restrain her hands to prevent any more stabbings.
I glanced back at Carmen one last time, wavering on my feet, before I found my phone, grabbed my coat, and stumbled out the door.
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Priya
