Page 69 of The Art of Obsession
Maybe that’s why he wears gloves so often.
“One time, I was practicing my acrobatics but with a large brush. I splattered and smeared paint on the walls in my own chaotic beauty.” He rubs his lips along my shoulders and breathes in the scent of my hair. “I even dipped my feet in it and swung upon those ropes, leaving red footprints like I’d danced barefooted in blood.”
I’d give my ovaries to have seen that!squeals Cherry, flapping her wings.
“It was the first time my art was captured. The second time, I wore a mask. And it was the first night I went viral. And I monetized that shit like mother-fucking manna from heaven,” he laughs, grinding against me, turning the plug until I orgasm again, my whole body narrowing to the molten heat surging through me like rivers of stars.
“Cal!” I beg him, needing him to come.
With a deep growl, he tugs me hard, snapping the ribbons and hauling me into his arms. Facing away from him. Still blindfolded. The ribbons slip. And Cal lifts me and slams me down on his cock. I scream as he bounces me on his dick like a maniac, my tits shaking and swinging. He bites down on my shoulder, wraps his arms around me, and fondles my breasts.
“Christ, I love your tits,” he murmurs in my ear before kissing my neck and kneading the mounds. “Perfect fit for my hands.” He captures my nipples, twisting and turning, erupting more pleasure inside me. Can one die from too many orgasms?
Cherry giggles.They don’t call them “little deaths” for no reason.
“Cal, finish it, fucking finish it!” I shriek.
Still holding my breasts, Cal drives his hardness up, fucking me, pounding me up and down.
“Years later, after I’d hit six figures following my first global tour, I went back. I had the goddamn clan raided. But I didn’t stop there. I put on the mask and killed every man who’d ever spilled innocent blood in the name of their sick beliefs. The children… I made sure they went to good homes.”
“Oh, god, please,fuck,” I gasp and clench all around him, my inner flesh set aflame.
Finally, Cal snaps, jerking in rapid-fire bursts until his cock slams to the hilt. I come with him, exploding all around him, feeling it all. His past, his present, his darkness.
I feel everything.
We collapse onto the bed in a whirlwind of ragged breaths. Cal removes the blindfold, and I blink, my eyes adjusting and meeting the sight of his wickedly beautiful face.
His piercing gaze locks onto mine and he cups my sweaty cheek. I close my eyes. “Now you know the man behind the mask. So, tell me, Little Quill, for research purposes… what do you think?”
“I’m…undone,” I gasp out.
He cups my mound, and I wince but then realize he’s withdrawing the butt plug. As soon as it’s out, I fall against him, unable to do anything but curl into a little ball in his arms, feeling smaller than ever beneath the gravity of his history. I’m exhausted—physically, emotionally—and I know why. He’s become the weight I carry, the shadow I can’t shake. Heavy is the head that holds the crown, but heavier is the throne that holds the king.
And Raidyn Callum, Acheron, the God of Art, is every inch a king.
28
“Lock everything down. ”
Chapter Playlist:
“Monster” - Skillet
CAL
For the past two weeks,Everleigh has settled in comfortably. Well…almost comfortably.
I’ve never shared my history with another living soul. She did not give me compassion or pity. Instead, she gave me what I wanted, what I needed. She gave me her silent consent, her surrender, herself—as I gave her myself.
Since the night we turned a corner, I’ve taken every meal with her, giving her no chair. But she gives as good as she gets. Whenever she’s on my lap, she wiggles and squirms, tormenting my dick. So, I’ve taken to sitting her on the floor for discipline…clothed in nothing but the lush heart upon her chest. And her burning cheeks and flaring nostrils from how she stews.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” I’d clicked my tongue and gripped her chin. “If you persist in baiting me, Little Quill, I assure you, I play this game much better than you.”
“Funny,” she’d snorted. “I didn’t realize baiting was so effective on a supposedly seasoned predator.”
“Predator vs prey implies the predator has her in his jaws and can do with her what she wants. Like a shark smelling blood…” Heat still fills me at the memory and how I’d brushed my knuckles along her sensitive mark. The mark that is healing well along with mine.
