Page 26 of Cruel Pawn
“Really, Priya?” He held up his fingers, shiny with my body’s betrayal. “If you’re not mine, why are you soaked for me? Why is this pretty cuntweepingfor my cock? Hm?”
My stomach tangled when he ran his tongue over his fingers, making an obscene show of licking up my arousal, moaning in a way that made me throb. But he’d already shown his hand, so I ignored the deep ache between my thighs and smiled. “Oh that? That’s for Freddo.”
Ugh, who named themselves after a chocolate frog? The man literally disgusted me, but I was convincing enough for Arden because the flash of jealousy in his eyes was like a bomb detonating. He surged forward like an arrow fired, his body as taut as a bowstring as it covered mine. My eyes fluttered, the heat of him, thetouchlike a benefaction. God, it felt good. But my eyes flew wide in the next moment when he grabbed mythroat, his fingers pressing into the sides in a way that had my head filling with static.
“That pathetic excuse for a man isdead.”Arden’s face was a mask of cold rage as he hovered over me. “He’ll never touch you again, never kiss you, never look at you, never evenbreathein your direction. He wantedmyfuture wife, so he learned the consequences. I sawed his dick off,” he told me with a brutal smile that gave me butterflies. “Made sure he stayed alive for the whole thing. By that point, I kneweverythingabout you, my pretty little poison, so I took a page from the book of your favourite show.”
“My… how do you even know this?”
“Watch history, my love,” he replied, kissing my cheek. Warmth exploded from that point of contact. I swiftly hid how it affected me. “You watched Hannibal almost every day since you moved into that flat. It’s amazing what you can find when you know someone’s IP address.”
Fuck. I really needed better security. A whole damn team. Maybe Silvio’s hacker guy.
“You watched Hannibal?” I asked, narrowing my eyes on Arden. The jealousy was still there, but it was softened by the obsession I remembered. The obsession that had invaded my brain for three months, reminding me how it had felt to be wanted. No,neededwith every fibre of his being. The dangerous part was after three months of thinking about him, indulging my memories of those days together, replaying every little moment together, I was perilously obsessed withhim.“Because of me?”
“Better than that.” His smile widened, showing me a hint of the man I remembered. “I made a doner kebab out of Frederic’s dick. A really tiny one—you didn’t miss anything, my opera. I saved you from a very sad, disappointing sexual venture.”
“I was never going to sleep with him. You made a kebab. From his dick.”
“Yup. You—” My words seemed to compute in his brain because his hand shot to the waistband of his sweatpants and within a fucking second, his cock was out, then buried balls deep inside me.
My groan was uncontrolled. So loud that my face heated. Arden invaded all the aching, desperate places that had begged for his presence for months. I let out a string of curses as he immediately set a feverish pace.
“You never planned to sleep with him,” he said in a rush, his hands grasping at my hips, so hot that the shape of him must be forever burned into my body. He yanked me closer, as close as the chains would allow, and hit a spot so deep that my back arched. My inner muscles locked around his shaft, that bright burst of discomfort and pleasure blending into something critical. Essential. Calamitous. “Because you know you’re all mine. This body, these tits, this pussy, this ass, all fuckingmine.”
“Well, let’s,” I panted, “not get carried away.”
“No, let’s.”
He ground his cock into me with every thrust, hitting that deep place that meant I felt himeverywhere.I couldn’tescape, couldn’t help but feel the ruinous pleasure-pain mix that promised I would never, never forget this feeling. It carved through me, raked unbearable pleasure across my inner walls and—
“Arden,” I gasped, my hands curling into fists where they were chained to the headboard. “What is—what is that?”
His grin filled his whole face, his brown eyes alight with madness. “I wondered when you’d notice. I’ve had a lot of time to think about us while we were apart, my pretty girl. Endless hours to consider how to make everything as perfect as it can possibly be. How to watch those beautiful brown eyes of yours roll back as many times as physically possible.” He ground into me, angling his cock so it stroked a specific spot, and it wasso intense that tears rushed to my eyes. “It’s called a frenum piercing. Well,six.I got you a Jacob’s Ladder, my opera. It’s supposed to enhance your pleasure. What do you think?”
I choked on a moan, my head thrown back as he repeated that exact angle two, three more times, and I splintered into light and stardust and pleasure.
“All those pretty sounds,” Arden sighed, his hand flexing around my throat. “I’ve missed them, Priya. Missed you. Missed being inside you. I didn’t get to feel this perfect cunt come around my cock nearly enough times. But now we’re back together, and you’ll never get away from me. I want those noises to fill the cottage over and over and over.”
The second my inner muscles relaxed enough for him to keep fucking me, he took me like a man possessed. I couldn’t keep my eyes open, had to screw them shut to endure the madness, the intensity, the pleasure that was so much, too much all at once.
“Do you want to know how I know you’re mine and only mine?” he asked in a voice roughened with gravel. Even that made my back arch before he’d even spoken. One of his hands was at my breast now, slowly rolling my nipple until it burned, until I squirmed, until I was so slick around his cock that arousal dripped out of me. “Iwatchedyou. I watched you pretend for that depressing wilted lettuce of a man—”
A twisted laugh burst from my chest.
“—but when he went home, when you were alone at night and stroked this needy pussy with your pink vibrator, when you slid it inside your aching hole and found that spot you love so much, the one that makes you moan just like this…”
I tried not to, but he ripped the noise out of me, raking his new piercings over my inner muscles until my eyes crossed and I began to float.
“When you found your pleasure, it wasmyname you cried. Not his.Mine.”
Oh god. He—how? Did he install cameras in my home while I was out? Did he watch me through my own security cameras?
A sudden shock of sound made me jump, nudging his cock into that deep, killer spot inside of me. My whole body spasmed. It felt so good that I didn’t recognise the noise for a moment, but it became very apparent that he’d turned on a vibrator—my vibrator, a panicked stare revealed. When he pressed it to my clit, not letting up his pace inside me at all, I squealed.
“Arden, I can’t, I can’t.” It was overwhelming. Terrifying.
“When will you learn, my pretty little opera?” he murmured, kisses scattering across my hot cheeks, trailing down my jaw, finding the sensitive spot on my throat at the same time his hand tightened around it. “You’re not in charge anymore. You don’t decide if you come or don’t. You don’t decide anything about this dangerous body, or this flawless mind, or the beautiful soul that’s my perfect match. It’sallmine, pretty girl. I control every part of you now. So, if I want you to come around my cock again, you have no choice.”
