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A god didn’t resist what he wanted.
I leaned forward and grabbed the back of her hair, tightening my grip, then quickly unzipped my pants, letting my cock spring out. I shoved it in her mouth until she gagged. I expected her to bite me, and when she didn’t, I bent down and played with her nipples. She cooed, pressing against me until I twisted them so hard that she tried to pull off of my cock, but I didn’t let her. I kept my hand tight in her hair, pulling her in, my cock in her throat until I heard the gag reflex kick in again. Then I relaxed a little, giving her an inch to breathe. Once she gathered herself, her lips still on my shaft, I shoved it back down again, holding the back of her head.
“Bite me,” I said. She gurgled a word and looked up at me, her mouth still stuffed with my cock. “Did I stutter?” I growled. “I said ‘bite me,’ bitch.”
Her teeth pressed into me timidly. “Harder.” She pressed her teeth together, but still, I wanted more. The primal craving kicked in. “Harder!”
She bit in as hard as she could, and all of the blood surged to the head of my cock, giving me a head rush, and I growled so deeply that our bodies shook as one. I realized then, that this wasn’t about being a god anymore. I controlled Ellie’s fate like a god controlled a mortal’s, but that was only one facet in a larger world we had created together. Ellie had found a way to snake herself into my soul, corkscrewing herself in until she could never be untethered from me. As a goddess herself, she had forced me to see how powerful she truly was, how she could render me speechless with her vulnerability and stun me with her strength. And I wanted all of that for myself.
Using her hair as reins, I pulled her back and forth, the twinge of pain from her teeth still lingering on my skin even in her wet, warm mouth. She spread her legs and started rubbing herself through her pants. I cursed myself for not stripping her naked before we started, but I wasn’t going to stop using her mouth now.
“That’s it, you dirty bitch,” I said. “Sucking my cock like a hungry little whore.” She moaned, and I used her mouth, glaring down as her hips wiggled and she started to get close to orgasm too. I tightened my grip, shoving my cock into her throat again and again until tears bled down the sides of her face.
And with that, we came. What we had was dangerous. Neither of us could resist the urge to destroy each other.
And I knew it would ruin us both.
CHAPTER 12
Ellie
Wil’s hands skimmed my lower back as he went behind me into the kitchen. Everything inside of me connected to that point of contact, making it feel as if he could burn a hole right through me. Soft pajama pants rested on his toned hips, and with no shirt to speak of, his abs were rippled like a model from a catalog. His dark hair and eyes contrasted with his features so that he was gorgeous, but normal. No one would suspect that he was part of a crime family.
And for a few minutes, life felt that way.Normal. There wasn’t a voice anymore. And that worry that held onto my heart, the need to know where Julie was, had been soothed for the time being, because I knew that we would find her together.
“Why don’t I cook us breakfast?” he said.
I raised a brow. Wil had a fully stocked kitchen, one that Maddie came to refill regularly, though I had yet to see him cook. My guess was that he usually ate at Jimmy’s. Wil kissed my cheek, then motioned for me to sit at the dining table, which had a view of the kitchen. I watched him.
Was Wil really going to cook breakfast for me?
It was weirdly normal. If anyone walked in on us, seeing what looked like a man cooking for his girlfriend, they would have thought we were a regular couple. But that was so far from the truth.
Still, I couldn’t help but think of him like that. The longer I was with him, the more the voice dimmed, as if it could no longer fight the power Wil had over me—at least when we were around each other. So it was less work. Less draining. Because Wil made me forget.
Wil laid bacon into the frying pan. The coffee pot dinged, and he poured two steaming mugs. He caught me staring at him, and brought a cup over, placing it on the table in front of me. I thanked him, blushing under his hot gaze.
“Take it off,” he said. He gestured at my clothes. My chest burned, thinking of being on display for him. Here it was, the part that separated us from ‘normal.’
“I knew there was a catch,” I said, my voice teasing.
“Nothing is free,” he winked.
As he cooked—bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, hashed browns, even cut up some fresh fruit—he kept an eye on me, his eyes lingering on my breasts, my waist, my hips. And one point, I considered playing with myself, seeing if he would cook faster or give up entirely, but by the time that thought crossed my mind, he brought the plates to the table. I went to put on my shirt, but he shook his head.
“No clothes,” he said. “I want to see what’s mine.”
I blushed, the color creeping across my cheeks and neck. No one had ever wanted me like this. He didn’t care if I was posed in a certain way, or if I was relaxed beside him. He wanted me naked. And he just wantedme.
I almost expected him to fondle me as we ate, but for the first few minutes, we ate in silence. I gave an occasional interruption to murmur how amazing everything tasted. I was grateful; it had been years since someone had cooked for me, maybe since my parents died.
“What happened to the woman?” I asked. “The woman from the woods.”
“She’s hanging out with my brother, Axe,” Wil said. I had a feeling ‘hanging out’ was a euphemism for being tortured, but I didn’t say that aloud. “If he weren’t so concerned with her being a spy,” he continued, “I’m sure she’d be living in the main house with Derek and Gerard, but Axe is suspicious. He’s convinced that someone is after us.”
“Us?” I asked.
“Yeah. My family.” He shrugged, forking a knife full of potatoes. “We’ve got plenty of enemies.”
