Page 60 of Hysteria Rises
My insides have turned to liquid heat. “Fuck, yes,” I gasp, unable to stop what’s happening.It’s okay. This is okay. It will only feed into what I need him to believe.My body throbs, trembling, as he continues to wring pleasure from me. Inside, I’m so torn.
Desperation is making me do things I know I shouldn’t. And goddammit, it shouldn’t feel this fuckinggood.
His lip curls faintly as he pushes a finger inside me, his gaze locked on my pussy. Oh fuck. This is really going to happen again. And I’m going to let it and take whatever bit of control it provides me.
My breath comes faster and faster as he lights me up from the inside out while I’m gasping and writhing before him. “Oh, god,” I whimper, squirming again as he applies pressure to my clit, slowly making me lose my mind. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Those words come out like an unbidden chant. Arousal clouds my every thought, but when I allow my eyes to wander and connect with his again, I can tell he’s just as overwhelmed by what we’re doing as I am.And that’s where the power of letting him have me lies.
On a tortured growl, he dives down and finally puts his mouth on me. Heat flashes through me as he hungrily licks, swiping his tongue everywhere. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, as his chest heaves. “Fuuuck. So good.”
My heart thumps erratically as he continues to torment me with wicked tongue and dexterous fingers. “Oh fuck,” I cry out, my legs shaking as pleasure washes through me. On an uncontrollable shudder, I gasp, “Don’t stop,” the frantic demand thick in my throat. This is so wrong. So incredibly wrong—but I need to see this through. I have to.
He groans against me, the sound raspy and deep. If he were to leave me here like this, I might die. Threading my fingers through his blond hair, I moan. My pelvis is moving of its own accord, and I’m practically crying in ecstasy as I grind my pussy against his stubble-coated face while he thrusts his tongue deep inside me. He’s everywhere, a ravenous beast, licking and sucking, then thrusting his fingers into my pussy once again.
“Oh, god. I’m gonna—” And words fail me as my body tenses. The orgasm crests, and I come completely undone. My face heats as I coat the lower half of his face in wetness. I lie still for several moments with my eyes closed, thinking about what I’ve just done and wondering if it will help my position here in this godforsaken place. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Conflicted thoughts take up residence in my head. I shouldn’t have been able to let go like that. But in the end, it serves my purpose. I need them to see me as a person. Can I twist the look of hunger that remains in Hayze’s eyes to my advantage?
As I slowly reach for him, his brows raise, and like a jungle cat, he prowls forward, over my body. His lips meet mine, his breath ragged between kisses. “I taste myself on you,” I whisper, then watch the flash of pure lust move over his features. I take advantage of it, slipping my hand between us to run it over his erection. He’s long and thick, his cock like steel as he thrusts forward with a grunt, mumbling something against my lips that I don’t quite catch. With my heart hammering, I really go for it, slipping my tongue into his mouth to explore while I unfasten his pants and work the zipper down.
Groaning, he pulls back, shaking his head. I kiss him again, staring into his eyes at close range, and while I have him distracted, I slip my hand into his pants and begin to stroke his length. His hips buck, and a hiss of agonized pleasure escapes his lips. He’s shaking hard, like he’s about to lose a battle he’s very much trying to win.
In a rush of panic, he grabs my wrist. “Stop.” We stare at each other, but I don’t let go of him and don’t withdraw my hand.
“What’s wrong?” I ask softly, before pressing my lips to his.
There’s a look of agony on his face that gives me pause. And then, he whispers insistently, “This is not allowed. I can’t.”
Before I get a chance to ask what he means, a whisper of sound carries to us from the hallway. Myeyes dart to the door, which is standing invitingly open, and I jerk my hand out of his pants.
My eyes widen as terror floods through me and my heart rate goes through the roof. One look at Hayze’s tight jaw, and I know we’re in trouble. Lightning fast, he grasps the neckline of my gown and yanks it back into place. A second later, he’s off the bed, leaving me to scramble after him.
I move so fast, the room spins as I frantically pull my gown down to cover me and smooth my hands over the bed we’d made together earlier.
Twenty-one stands in the doorway, visibly startled. Her glittering eyes dart first to Hayze, then track slowly to me, head tipping to the side in question. And then… they narrow.
Hayze clears his throat, running a hand over his cheek. “Twenty-one?” he says with a raised brow.
She bows her head. “Excuse me. Twenty-three is needed in the cellar.”
He gestures that I should go.
With my face on fire and worry weighing heavy, I force my feet to move. By the time I get to the door, she’s already started down the hall. I trail behind her, and in silence, we hurry along until we reach the cellar.
Twenty-one pulls me to a stop. Her keen eyes roam over my face, and I wonder what she sees but can only imagine my pink-hued cheeks, bright eyes, and kiss-swollen lips give away what we were doing in that room. I can’t even exhale. My lungs don’t want to function.
A sneering smile creeps onto her lips. “Stay away from Kiefer, and maybe I won’t tell anyone.”
THIRTY-ONE
CROSS
A summons from my father.Wonderful. I grit my teeth, staring at Leif and Fenix in disbelief. My twelve- and ten-year-old brothers shrug as I shift the axe from my shoulder. “You’re sure?” I’m about done chopping firewood, but I definitely had other chores to finish. “Just this morning, he told me that Mal and I were supposed to take care of that tree that got struck by lightning in the storm. It’s been threatening to fall for days now.” With our luck lately, it’ll drop in the wrong direction and take out the chicken coop.
I eye my brothers and sigh. Of course, they’re excited. They’ve only just been entrusted with a few small tasks. One of which, it would appear, is to play messenger boys for our father.
Fenix nods excitedly. “He said he had something he wanted to discuss with you. Now.”
Rolling his eyes at his younger brother’s exuberance, Leif folds his arms over his chest and raises abrow before nodding. “He’s not wrong. He did say now.”
