Page 136 of Under Your Scars
“Fuck, angel, look at you,” he whispers against my throat. “You’re so beautiful when you’re desperate to cum. Is that what you want? Want to cream in your panties while you rub yourself on my thigh?”
The filth of his words only makes me want it more.
I shift again so that I’m straddling his lap fully and grind myself onto the considerable length at the front of his pants. He groans and throws his head back against the post. I grind until he’s panting and bucking up against me. He wants me, bad. I can see it in the way he bites his lip and I feel it with every pass of my center over his.
He sinks his teeth into the flesh of neck. “Angel, show me some fucking mercy and ride me harder.”
“Why should I?” I whisper, and he bucks up against me, causing me to moan again. “This isn’t about you.”
“Yeah? You like being in charge?” he asks, his face red as he grits his jaw. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and opens them again as if he’s delirious. I bury my face into his neck and moan. I’m so close, and I don’t have to say it for him to know. “Go ahead. Cum for me.” He bucks against me, but I force myself to freeze.
“You first.”
I can hear the earth spinning with how silent it is. Christian glares up at me with frustration, roughly tugging against the restraints holding his arms in place. “You want to repeat that, Elena?”
“I said,you first.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.” He laughs at me like a fucking sadist, before attacking my lips with his own. “Naughty girl. You want me to cum in my pants, is that it?”
“Yes,” I moan, throwing my head back as I grind on top of him harder.
“Not fucking happening, angel.” He bucks his hips against mine. “Unless you plan on letting me sink my cock into that perfect cunt, you better cum and you better do it now, or I can’t be held responsible for what I do to you.”
“You can’t do anything except sit there and take it.”
He gives me a wicked smile. “Good girl,” he growls. “Such a good fucking girl. Do you want to know the most important thing to remember when it comes to control?”
I nod, and with his unimaginable strength, he pulls against his restraints so hard that the plastic snaps, falling to the floor while I stare at him with wide eyes. I gasp when he grabs my neck with his left hand to tug me closer, my fingers now trembling over the trigger of the gun.
“It’sanillusion,” he whispers against my quivering lips. Then, he moves his finger over mine on the trigger of the gun, and he makes me pull it.
I shriek in fear and shock, but he’s still staring at me, his artificial green eyes sparkling with adoration and pride.
The gun wasn’t loaded. He knew that.
He let mebelieveI had the power, and it’sliberating.
Thisis the man I fell in love with. The man who takes what he wants. The man who doesn’t respect my boundaries because he knows them better than I do. The man who pushes me because he knows my strengths even more intimately than he knows how to exploit my weaknesses.
The man who would burn the world for me without so much as a second thought if I asked him to.
His love and his devotion have corrupted me.
I grab his cheeks and look into his eyes as intensely as he’s staring into mine, and against his lips, I mewl, “I love you.”
I begin to grind on his lap at the same moment I crash our lips together in a frenzy of passion and lust. His hands tangle in my hair, keeping my mouth pressed to his as we swallow each other’s moans. He’s so hard underneath me, and my body is screaming to feel him again. The mere thought of his thick length inside me sends me careening over the edge so fast that I don’t even realize what’s happening until I cry out against his lips in pure euphoria.
I cum so hard I nearly go blind, burying my head in his neck and whining in pleasure. His hands rub up and down my back in soothing lines as I ride out the aftershocks of my first orgasm since I was taken. My panties and leggings are completely soaked through.
When I pull back to look at him, I catch his gaze as he licks his teeth and smiles triumphantly.
“How do you know me better than I know myself?”
“Because I see more than you think I do. And I see an angel who just got her wings.”
CHAPTER 40
THE SILENCER
