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Hesitantly, I open my mouth and he takes the opportunity to roughly push his cock inside. My eyes widen because I wasn't expecting this, but I almost moan just hearing him moan, when my lips wrap around him. His grip on my hair tightens and he forces more of his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. Tears start to stream down my face as he guides my head up and down on his cock, using me to pleasure him.
“Fuck, you’re such a good little slut for me,” he pants.
I moan at the praise, embarrassed by how much I love the way he roughly fucks my mouth. My hands grip his thighs, helping me keep my balance as I look up at him through my eyelashes, admiring how he's falling apart because of me. His lips are parted as moans and squeaks escape his throat. His cheeks are flushed with pleasure, and sweat glistens on his tanned skin.
He looks like a dark god.
I moan and squeeze my legs tighter at the sight, aroused beyond belief. He begins to thrust his hips against my mouth while guiding my head down his shaft, loud moans and praises escaping his lips as he does so. I keep my eyes on him as I feel his cock twitch. He closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath.
“Fuck, I'm going to come, my angel,” he moans.
He guides me down his shaft two more times before moaning, and I feel him fill my throat with his desire. He opens his eyes, looking at me with hooded eyes. His chest rises more than before, and he gasps, trying to catch his breath.
His thumb wipes away my tears and he helps me stand. He pulls his boxers and pants back up, not once taking his eyes off me. I freeze, never taking my eyes off him either. I expect himto leave the room without a word because he's gotten what he wanted.
Yet, he doesn't move.
CHAPTER 15
Aelys
He remains silent, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for something. He intimidates me, but I can't tear my eyes away from him. Our breathing has returned to normal, but I'm still aroused, longing for him to finally touch me.
I hate myself as much as I need him.
I have no idea if what Tom said is true. Do I see any good in him? He has been nothing but cruel and rude to me from the start. The only time I've seen him being kind was when he gave my snake his terrarium.
Is he even capable of being good?
I'm jolted out of my thoughts when he takes a step towards me. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, and my lips part in shock at his sudden softness.
“I really hate you, Aelys,” he confides in a surprisingly soft voice.
I frown, not understanding why he's always so mean to me, no matter the circumstances. I want to ask him. I want him to give me an explanation, but no words come out. He sighs and rests his forehead against mine, closing his eyes. Mine widens and I freeze.
“I hate you for making me feel like this,” he begins. “I don't want you, and yet I can't bear the thought of another man having you, touching you.” His jaw tightens and I see his body tense.
I stay silent for a minute before gathering the courage to speak too.
“I hate you too,” I whisper. “You've treated me like shit since you first saw me, and I don't know why.” I shake my head, closing my eyes. “I understand why you don't want this marriage. But I don't understand why you blame me. You act like I'm the one ruining your life, and I hate it. I don't want you either, but I have no choice. The only one who could convince the Dark Mage to cancel this union is you, Mattheo. I don't have a say in the matter, but you do. Do you know why? Because I'm a woman. Women can't speak out against orders given by men. We get killed if we do.”
I step back, my eyes opening to find him already staring at me intensely. I run a hand through my hair. I'm no longer excited. I'm sad and terrified.
Not only do I agree to this marriage to please both my father and the Dark Mage, but also because I would be killed if I dared to say I disagreed. I've always known this, but I've never admitted it before. Not even to myself. It scares me. I feel my chest tighten, and my breathing becomes ragged and uneven. I can't breathe. I bring my fist to my chest while my other hand goes to my head. I pull at my hair, trying to breathe, but to no avail.
I can't.
“Aelys?”
His voice is soft and he sounds worried. Yet I know he isn't. He doesn't care about me. My vision blurs, I feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks. My legs tremble and I drop to the ground, still desperately trying to get air back into my lungs.
“Fuck, Aelys!”
I can't see properly anymore, but suddenly I feel two strong arms pulling me towards him. His body is warm, and I can feel his muscles beneath his skin. I feel him pull me onto his lap, making me straddle him, but I can't see or speak. Everything is blurry and my throat is burning.
“You need to breathe, my angel.”
I want to scream that I can't, but I can't do that either. I'm starting to feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen. My vision is blurring further and all I can hear is my heartbeat.
