Page 153 of An Unexpected Ascension
Every bit of his mouth against my skin feels slimy, horrible, and just terribly wrong. Yet, I let it continue.
“Tell me, Nemesis, did you enjoy my touch just as much as you do now?”
He mumbles against my pebbled flesh assuming the goosebumps are my body’s way of expressing pleasure when really, it’s absolute disgust. Like how an arachnophobe finds a spider crawling down the length of their arm. Tingles light up along the back of your neck and spread across your body.
I nod my response. At this moment, my mouth is too untrustworthy to speak anything other than my true feelings towards this monster. So, instead, I grant him a lowmmmmm.
It seems to satisfy him enough. Perhaps too much because his pace begins to pick up. He rips off his white shirt, the buttons popping from the force and grabs both sides of my face. Angling my head up towards his, he looks into my eyes.
“Stunning. It’s such a mystery how I managed to forget eyes like these.”
Without waiting for a response, he crushes his lips to mine and demands entry. Rage consumes every part of my being, and it takes all the effort I have to stop myself from shoving him off of me.
I remind myself that this is exactly what I had in mind. I am leading, and he’s only falling for my trap, but that knowledge doesn’t tamper the way my heart beats twice its normal pace.
Taking a lungful of air, I will the beating in my chest to simmer as so I don’t give myself away.
Aurelius grips the skirt of my dress and bunches it up to my hip. His breath now hot and heavy while his kisses grow more aggressive.
I slip my trembling hand in his pocket, feeling for the key and only finding the bulge of his unimpressive cock. In response, he pushes his hips forward and grinds against my leg while his fingers crawl towards my center.
Panic consumes me the closer he finds himself to the apex of my thighs and I all but dig my fingernails into his wrist. He mustn’t notice because it does nothing to stop him.
Unable to search his other pocket without being obvious, I pushagainst his chest instead, breaking the kiss. I force myself to focus, to push past the perspiration beginning to dampen my skin and feign a confidence I wish I truly felt.
“You must really not remember.” I glower at him.
Hazel eyes, glazed and greedy, drink me in. I’m not sure what he finds, perhaps his idea of a scorned lover ready to prove herself. Either way, I continue to tell myself it’s all in the plan.
“Then make me remember,” he growls, dipping in and biting the lobe of my ear.
I shove at him, my hands involuntarily committing the biggest betrayal. It causes him to stumble back a few steps. There’s a look of confusion that colors his face until I force myself to smirk.
“Strip,” I tell him.
He rears his head and scoffs.
“I said strip.”
“I know what’s happened. You’ve mistaken me for my brother.”
He chuckles, combing a hand through his hair, his lustful haze dropping to a simmer.
Thinking quickly, I shrug. “What if I have? You’re here now, aren’t you?”
A slow grin stretches his tanned face. I don’t need to say another word. He answers me by unbuttoning his brown pants, shoving them to his feet leaving himself bare.
“Step up to the bed,” I demand and watch him do just that. “Face the bedpost.”
He hesitates a minute but reluctantly obeys my impromptu demands. With the string from his vest, I grab his arms and wrap them around the post, tying his wrists together.
“What—”
I pinch his ass, forcing an emasculated yelp from the God. Balling up his undershorts, I stuff them into his mouth and whisper in his ear.
“If you’re a really good boy, you’ll get a special treat.” A shiverrolls over him, the tiny hairs on his flesh rising like his cock. “Now, stand there until I say otherwise.”
He nods and emits a muffled agreement while I take slow, quiet steps towards the pants he dropped on the floor. A boldness begins to resurrect at his excitement. My plan coming to a close end. Reaching down, I search the other pocket and sure enough, a golden key awaits.
