Page 138 of An Unexpected Ascension
“So what? That didn’t stop you the first time.”
“No, but it’s stopping me now.” He steps backward, putting space between us.
A frown mars my face as he distances himself.
“Why?”
He combs an inked hand through his hair, sighing heavily as if the idea of walking away from this is the hardest thing he’ll ever have to do.
“Because you’ll regret it in the morning and I’m tired of you hating yourself.”
I take a step toward him.
“I’ll always hate myself, Lynx, but it won’t be because of you.”
A slow smile creeps up on his face. He continues moving backward – not for the door, but the chair near the hearth in my room. With each step he takes, I take one too.
“I won’t lie. I like the sound of that. At least the part where I won’t be the cause.” He lowers himself seamlessly into the purple velvet chair before shrugging off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. He tosses them to the ground, then pulls me toward him by my hips. He kisses the bone protruding from each one while he unsheathes the blade from my left thigh. “As for hating yourself, well I guess I’ll just have to love you for the both of us right now.”
“If you... love me—” I swallow the words down, “—then please, don’t be gentle. I need to feel something. Anything other than gentle.”
With a tantalizing stare, he slips the blade between the fabric of my panties and my skin, ripping it in one brutal yank. The black lace falls to the floor at my feet, and I kick it away.
My skin pebbles against the sharp tip of the dagger as he trails it slowly from my mound up the center of my stomach and to the fabric of my brazier, quickly ridding me of that too.
Standing naked before him, my nipples pebble beneath his gaze.
“Take off my belt.” With eager fingers, I unfasten the leather from the gold metal prong, tugging the belt from the loops in his slacks. It hits the floor with a clank. “Now, my pants.” I obey, sliding them past his raised hips until they pool at his ankles. He kicks them off along with his shoes and sits in the velvet chair in his black undershorts. “Keep going, Angel.”
I do and my mouth waters at the sight of his naked body on full display. Black ink caresses every contour of his body. From his legs up to his neck. It’s like the darkness from Hell has wrapped its shadows along his flesh and stayed there, seeping deep into his soul.
Sitting on my knees, I stare up at him from between his thighs. Amusement glitters back at me swirling between a navy-blue sea.
“Stand up and lay over my lap.”
“What?”
“Now.” He barks, his tone deep and demanding.
I straighten on my feet, then lean over his lap with my stomach and chest resting on his thick, muscular thighs. A loud slapping noise echoes through the room as his hand comes down, striking my ass.
“Fuck!” I squeak, the suddenness of the assault eliciting a shocked curse.
In response, he shoves three fingers into my mouth and down my throat until I’m gagging. Drool leaks out of the corners of my mouth just like the tears now trickling down my face.
“Don’t make a fucking sound. You’re going to take everything I have to give you like a good little angel, got it?”
I nod, and he spanks me again, the force of his hand against me shoving me forward on his lap. All I can do is whimper and take it, just like he demanded.
That rough palm of his rains down on the sensitive flesh of my ass until it’s raw and angry. Every inch of me he’s touched feels like I've been seared by a flame, my skin feverishly hot. Then he stops.
I wait.
Six, seven, eight...
Counting the seconds that tick by with nothing but his fingers stretching my throat, I begin to wonder if he’s done with me. If he’s changed his mind, but by the count of ten, my scream is fighting past the intrusion in my mouth.
With his other hand, he forces two fingers into my center, slipping in easily with the slickness of my arousal. He fucks into me with those fingers of his, relentlessly summoning an all-consuming orgasm. I can feel myself dripping, spilling down the insides of my thighs.
