Page 87 of Kings of Lust
And I needed to take all measures so that it wouldn’t surface.
No matter what.
A large grin set to rise over his face, trailing a finger from over my lips to down between my legs to skim the center of my panties. He wasn’t exactly mirroring the motions of the man from over the glass wall since the guy was already on his knees, exploring the depths of the brunette’s core with his tongue.
Instead, Brax didn’t kneel. It was probably tough for him, physically because of his gunshot wound, yet also at a mental level because of his rank and attitude. But he did have a plan. He always had a fucking plan. With a swift move, he lifted me higher on the table, pushing my thighs to fully part so I could welcome his stubble against my panty line.
Maybe the gesture gave him pain as his nostrils flared in a smothered annoyance, yet I couldn’t really think about him in the moments. At least, not any longer, knowing him to be responsible for inflicting on himself every second of pain, but mostly, the psychological torture he was uselessly subjecting himself to.
The devastating force of his tongue coursed through me, drawing with every rise and fall lines so heavy that sent electrifying jolts to the depths of my being.
I wanted to scream and whine and curl and twist, surrendering as the humblest prisoner to his subjugation, but no matter how much he worked to get me there, I didn’t fall into ecstasy. Although I did a hundred times inside my mind, in the deepest corners of my body.
My face was removed of any facial expression, defying his every attempt and trying my best to demolish every sensation that could be further born within him.
My cold as stone attitude didn’t go unnoticed. It only drove him further.
He slipped two fingers to grind in an impossible arousal of senses. He was giving his best and I could barely hold on to my ignorance mask. My muscles were contracting and my brain was nanoseconds away from popping a vein from all the unreleased pressure. I don’t know how, but my head fell somewhere on my right, catching a glimpse of mymirrored reflection.She was in ecstasy. Her eyelashes batted between open and closed while her lips cried out, forming a large circle.
Brax noticed her too, and I could read the slight annoyance tugging at the corner of his eyes. He was failing to bring me there, despite his best efforts.
If only he’d known the truth...
But I was never going to tell him. Instead, I found something much more interesting to say ‘Do you want me to fake a moan? I’m not sure where ourdealstands regarding that.’
‘She didn’t fake it two weeks ago when I fucked her,’ he groaned in a confession that just made my manufactured indifference kick in harder. I knew he said it because I made an attempt of bruising his manly ego. But I also knew hewasn’tbluffing. ‘Face down,’ he ordered, whirling my body to face the cushioned material while he guided my hands to raise above my head and catch onto the edge of the table ‘You’re going to need to hold on.’ The underlining of his voice so dangerously vindictive it was instilling a silent fear deep down to my bones. But I didn’t let it show. I just turned my gaze towards the window where the brunette was eagerly waiting for her partner. I was far from doing so and the thought that she was as eager to wait for Brax a few weeks made my stomach churn with painful repulsion.
I had serious issues. Jealous of her for sleeping with a man I hated, equally infuriated with myself, and yet at the same time, needy to evaluate the competition. Yes, I wasthatmentally fucked up. She probably had the same leverage as Irina, thenever say noone. That made her perfect for the job, and at the same time so terribly wrong for hopes of a moral backbone. Not that I still had one, but I kept tiny slithers of hope that I could stand straight again.
The incursion to my soul didn’t take long as Brax’s palms dug into my hips and I felt him stretching me to my limit in just one painful move. So different from the last time. Like my mind was asking my body to refuse him. He felt rough. Possessive and ruthless. Moving as he was trying to break me and punish me to the deepest extent.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked through clenched teeth, feeling him studying his every gesture, deliberately aiming to hurt me. Though I knew the answer well before he said it. I could feel it in my clutched fingers buried in the table’s plush.
‘Making you regret what you said earlier,’ Brax rasped quickening his velocity as my anguish seemed to gradually bring him pleasure again. He was feeding off his monsters to the point they would become one step away from feeding off him. I could hear his breath pacing, making his chest rise and fall with a hindered agony, fighting against the pain his wound was still provoking.
He was trying to dominate me, but no one was there anymore. It was like he was knocking at the front door of an abandoned houses. And that infuriated my king to his very last limit.
I strived to hate his intrusion within my body. Numb myself in all possible senses. Numb him out of my mind! And as a twist of fate, I had every chance of succeeding, at least succeeding in covering up all traces of pleasure.
I watched in satisfaction as the brunette in the next room was stumbling on her breaths, instants away from giving in to ecstasy. That was exactly what I wanted. Make Brax boil with the impossibility of getting me to that point. I didn’t even need to know him to see it was a competition for him. And his mirror reflection was winning as his muscle mass had just slightly fallen over the brunette in the last flickers of ecstasy.
‘You’re fighting it, aren’t you?’ Brax recognized my tricks as I had just made him lose at his own game. He wasn’t going to give up. Far from it, especially since I knew his incoming ecstasy was impossible to set back.
Deciding to go in for the kill, he stretched his hand into a fist full of my hair. My clenched fingers immediately lost all grip as I was arching my back with an unbearable curve. He was rushing for something only he knew. A spot that was dragging me to dance on the line between pain and unbearable ecstasy and with each thrust he was setting it more and more alive.
The last drop of the powers of suggestion was draining through my cells, scattering under the sensual stamina of his moves. And then my body was raised higher at the same time he leaned further to whisper something so undeniably true in my ear, ‘You can’t help yourself with me. No matter how hard you try.’
He never retreated, just remained there fighting against me with a few more thrusts as he was sensually biting on the back of my neck. That was until I felt my core contract with the unstoppable thrill of orgasmic pleasure. I muffled all sounds and shrieks. Maybe I even muffled the beat of my heart, but no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t stop the jolts wrecking my inner walls and entrapping him in a vise.
‘Good girl,’ he groaned through that tightening feeling, finding his release for the second time that night.
The words didn’t matter any longer. He could do no further damage to me because there was literally no room left for anything more.
We weren’t going to hold hands and cuddle after we were done. That part was clear from the start on both sides. It made no further sense to stay any longer. Besides, that was the normal moment when his tramps usually left.
‘Are you done with me?’ I asked, gathering my clothes from the floor and putting them back on.
He didn’t seem to be in any hurry, just pulled up his pants and took a seat on the sofa to enjoy one of his well-deserved cigarettes.
