Page 99 of Tethered Souls
Maddox pops his head out of the window to yell, having clearly just got back from his date with Alexis. He actually did take her to the ballet, and though a part of me wonders how that went, that curiosity quickly vanishes.
Because Varius is nearly on me.
“Don’t leave the car there!” Maddox yells in annoyance, but I’m already on my feet, now bare, the heels gone, and running for the trees.
I can hear him chasing me, his footsteps thudding on the winter ground. He’s close.Realclose. I dart left around a tree, a sudden turn that’ll hopefully throw him off, but he grabs me around the waist and swings me back around. He cages me against the oak. A glint of metal flashes in the thin space between us as our breaths mix in the cold air.
My skirt is cut open. His hands are on my ass. His cock is already out. Lifting me into the air, he impales me on his eight-inch monstrosity. I cry out as I wrap my legs around him. He pushes in deep, all the way to my cervix, bruising it without mercy. Punishing me for teasing him.
“Answer me, Micha,” he growls.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I lean forward and bite him through his shirt. He groans as he slams me into the tree, fucking me hard and fast. The bark rubs against my skin, the pain of the scratches colliding with the tears of my pussy as it’s stretched fast and hard as he brutally owns it.
“Didn’t...lie,” I pant before crying out. I dig my nails into his neck. “You damn...neanderthal.”
“When it comes to you, yeah I fucking am,” he growls. “And you better” –he slams into me, hitting the back of my pussy– “fucking” –he pulls out– “remember that.” He slams back in, and I scream in both pain and pleasure.
“If you everthinkabout another man, I’ll kill him.” He picks up speed, his jealousy driving him hard and fast and making me hot. “If you ever flirt with a man, I’ll cut off his fucking cock.” He grunts as he rails into me. “Even if you never conceive, little monster. Even if we can’t marry–”
That last word comes out on a hiss and makes something inside me shiver.
“I’m going to kill anyone who makes you wet.”
His cock damn near feels like it is entering my womb, and I close my eyes as the sensation overwhelms me. He tears at the straps of my dress, yanking them down so he can palm my breasts after ripping off the clamps. I cry out from the sharp pain. He kneads me, squeezes me, easing away a bit of the sting.
“And if a waiter so much as slips you his number, his balls will end up on the godsdamn menu.”
My eyes snap open as I stare at him. I didn’t even notice the waiter being overly friendly at dinner. And he sure as hel didn’t slip me a number. “He didn’t –”
I cut myself off as he holds a scrunched up napkin to my face. I don’t need to unfold it to know there’s a number on it. No wonder Varius has been in a fucking mood. “I didn’t know,” I say, my heart slamming against my ribs just as fast as his cock’s pounding into me.It’s dangerous to fall in love with a dangerous man...
“I know,” he growls. He presses the napkin to my pussy, right over the tattoo he’s just given me. “Now scream for me, little monster.”
Changing his pace, he goes from fast tohard, and I’m damn near crying in only a few thrusts. My eyes close. My lips part, and I squeeze my legs tight around him. The sound of a ringing phone, of a call going out rather than coming in, causes me to open my eyes. He has his phone up near my mouth, and a familiar voice answers. The waiter from the restaurant.
“Hello?” he asks hopefully.
My cheeks heat as Varius continues to rearrange my insides. I bite my lip to try to stay quiet, but I can’t. Each thrust pulls another cry from me, another whimper, another moan, another scream. And soon I’m forgetting all about our other audience.
Even when the waiter screams in high-pitched agony, and I know someone is cutting off his balls.
My nails digging into Varius’ back, I orgasm around his cock. He grunts as he buries himself deep, though still not able to go all the way in, then growls as he comes. I can feel the hot spurt of his seed filling me up, and I close my eyes as I bask in his attention.
He hangs up his phone, then slides it back into his pocket before hauling me up the tree. His lips come down on mine, hot and possessive and demanding that I open for him, that I soothe the temper raging through him.
Parting my lips, I take him into my mouth and kiss him back. He bites my lower lip, and I shudder against him.
“Tell me who you belong to, little monster,” he growls against my mouth.
Chucking my feminist card over my shoulder, I kiss him softly and say, “Varius fucking Shadow.”
Thirty-Four
HIM
If I’d known that waiter would end up taking his own life, I would’ve fucking done it for him. He was lucky all I took was his balls. Had he flirted with her openly, though, I would have taken everything right there on the godsdamn table and then fucked her beside him while he lay dying. But he was respectful while he served us. It was only when he thought I wasn’t paying him any attention, my eyes on my phone, that he tried to shoot his shot.
Annoyed still three months later, I click off the article about his suicide, then push my chair back in my office. My phone rings, and I answer it after seeing Talon’s name flash on the screen.
