Page 27 of Cruel Pawn
He sucked on my throat, and I climbed higher, the sounds pouring from me louder than anything I’d made before. The vibrations, the piercings, the sheer force of his thrusts—they were going to kill me. My body strained to contain so much pleasure.
He circled the vibrator on my clit, and I was gone. I came so hard the whole world went black.
14
Arden
Ihated to wake my girl, but she needed to eat, and her food was going cold. I laid a reverent path of kisses from her lips down her throat, across her collarbones, over the swell of her perfect tits, and down her stomach. She woke with an adorable little sound when I mapped the shape of her hip bone with my lips, then sat back to look at my masterpiece.
Her legs were still splayed so I could fit between them, and the most delectable pussy I’d seen in my entire life was still slick with her desire, plump and just begging for my mouth. But the sight of my cum dripping from her well-fucked cunt, a tantalising trail that spilled from her hole and down her tempting little asshole… goddamn, it fucking ruined me. I bit my fist, my cock roaring back to life, but some of my cum was escaping onto the bed and I couldn’t have that.
“What are you doing?” she asked in a sexy, husky voice, rubbing her eyes as she looked down her body to where I knelt between her thighs.
“Putting this back where it belongs,” I answered, and guided my cum back inside her with two fingers. Her sharp intake of breath made my cock jerk, and arousal tingled through me. “One more, my opera,” I groaned, and sank down between her thighs, my mouth finding her clit and fucking hypnotised by the taste of her mixed with the taste of me. “Just one more,” I pleaded.
By the time I was done with her, she was a trembling, whimpering, beautiful mess, and the sheets were ruined but I didn’t care.
“I’ll heat this back up for you,” I said, kissing her clit one last time and having to physicallydragmyself away to reheat her food. “I had to guess at some of your favourite things since you don’t keep a diary and everything you post online is so… superficial. Like none of it is real and it’s just a cover.”
She groaned from across the cottage; I assumed in agreement. None of those profiles were really her. The real Priya was there in her watch history, the books she reread on her kindle—almost always non-fiction except for Alice in Wonderland—the delivery food she ordered, the articles she read, the websites she visited behind the safety of her firewalls, her weekly food shop, the apps she used most frequently, and the porn she watched when she thought no one would ever find out.
“You can’t keep me here forever, Arden,” she murmured.
I groaned, my cock jolting. “The sound of my name on your tongue should be illegal, pretty girl.”
“Arden.”
I moaned.
“I mean it. What are you planning to do—keep me chained up here until I die?”
“Nope.” I popped the bowl into the microwave and turned to face her as it roared to life. “Just until you don’t ever want to leave.”
“Never gonna happen.”
“Don’t fight me on this, Priya McFadyen.”
Her eyes narrowed. “That’s not my name.”
“Not yet.”
She tried to throw her arms up in exasperation and growled at the chains. “I tried to kill you. Iwould havekilled you if you hadn’t stopped me.”
“I know,” I said dreamily, running my fingers over the raised scar on my neck, a pathway that had become familiar in the last three months. “Did you see the hearts?” I bared my throat, arching my head so she could see the pink and red hearts that now surrounded the partial slice.
“Yes, you psycho, I saw.”
I snorted.“Yourpsycho. All yours, now and forever.” I fussed at the chains keeping her locked up until a length of it pulled free, giving her enough freedom to lift her arms and little else. I’d had a long, long time to plan how I’d keep my girl locked up, and I’d tested the chains over and over. She wouldn’t get free, no matter how her eyes brightened at the extra slack.
When the microwave pinged, I delivered the hot food to my future wife and hovered, anticipating her reaction. Her eyes slid shut at the first bite, the tense line of her shoulders softening. When she opened her eyes again it was to slide a suspicious look my way.
“How did you know my favourite meal?”
I grinned, thrilled with her reaction. “Ways and means, my pretty opera. Ways and means.”
She scowled but focused on her food. I made a throaty sound and placed a pillow on her bare thighs, lest she burn herperfect skin. The constant nakedness would probably become a problem, but fuck it was a pretty picture just for me.
“What is that?” she hissed, letting the spoon clink into the bowl as her eyes laser-focused on my leg. I glanced down and sighed when I saw the black fabric darker in a path at my thigh.
