“Please, answer me,” he croaked.
I gritted my teeth, his beseeching eyes undoing me.
“No,” I spat and pursed my lips to stop their tremble. It wasn’t a lie, but I also wouldn’t tell him I’d kissed his brother. It would be a death sentence for Alex.
He expelled a hard breath, body shuddering. The knot in my throat throbbed.
Instead of shoving away from him, I softened. He groaned, his hips pumping to bounce me. Now that I wasn’t fighting against the pleasure, I rolled my hips, taking his thrusts.
I pressed my hands against his chest and slid them to his shoulders, my fingernails grazing his skin. His pumps picked up, the glide commanding and possessive.
“Mine,” he growled, head tipping back, causing the veins in his neck to strain. The dark strands kissed his pale forehead. I met his intense gaze. He growled again, and I flexed my channel around him, making him groan. The move elicited a shiver up my spine.
Another release hit me. It wracked through my body, clamped my pussy, and my fingertips went numb. He gasped and pushed onto his elbows.
My palms slapped on his muscled stomach to stop him, but he kept moving forward, forcing my nails to dig into his skin. I continued to push at his shoulder until he gave in and lay back on the floor, his head pillowed by my dropped blanket. Once on my knees, his knot rubbed against my clit. A shiver crested down my spine, and I whimpered, my channel gripping him.
He sucked in a breath, his eyelids becoming slits.
“Fuck yes, Princess. Take my cock.” My sex squeezed around him at his delicious words. I rolled my hips again, taking his girth all the way. I loved how he felt. He always made me so turned on. I inhaled, breathing him in, losing myself in his moans and gasps.
I cried out, a wave of release wracking my frame. My body curved forward from the force of the orgasm. My legs twitched around his waist. I slitted my eyes to find him watching me with his lips parted.
He squeezed his eyes tight, tipping his head back so his neck strained, veins bulging. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel so delicious squeezing my cock, Josephine,” he growled, sending shivers through my sex. I cried out, grinding down. “I belong to you, my love.” He mumbled and muttered nonsense while he pumpedhis hips hard and fast, bouncing me and causing my brain to become a scrambled mess.
A sliver of sanity speared my pleasure. If I continued, I would drown in him. I exhaled, stiffening my thighs until they squeezed into his sides. I leaned forward, slapping my hands on his chest. His lips parted.
“Will you be honest?” I asked, my voice breaking. I’d lost control of my sadness, and it made it into my voice. His breathing hitched, feverish eyes opening to settle on me while his eyebrows furrowed.
“I’ll tell you whatever you want. I’ll be whatever you want, Princess.” His fervent promise hit my battered, broken heart. I needed to get a hold of myself.
“Don’t call me that,” I bit out, trying not to let my temper get the best of me. Hurt was prevalent in my gut, and I didn’t want to give him more of me when he’d already taken most of me. I leaned forward, sliding my hands up to his neck. His cock twitched inside me, rippling pleasure through my senses.
I had to talk faster, because I was about to come again.
“Tell me where you’re hiding Cierra,” I murmured in his ear. A shiver crested over his body.
“Who?” I lifted until my hands were on his belly, then rolled my hips while flush to his pelvis. He groaned, his lips parting.
“Cierra, where is she?”
He blinked a few times.
“I don’t—You think I’m hiding her?” His shock was obvious, and if I wasn’t mistaken, there was hurt laced in his words.
I only stared at him. Trust wasn’t something I could give him anymore.
“I don’t know what’s real.” The words felt ripped from my soul.
“I would never . . .” He opened and closed his mouth, obviously at a loss for words, and his alarm was clear. There wasno subterfuge, and he only gawked. My gut told me this here, this vulnerability he displayed, was the truth. But I still needed answers. “Will you do something for me?”
“Always, Josephine,” he blurted, desperation tinging his voice.
“Close your eyes,” I whispered.
The corner of his lips turned down, but he closed them. I grabbed the vase on the center table and swung the ceramic down on his temple.
It shattered on impact, and he grunted, his head drooping to the side. Bracing myself, I hoisted myself off, trying to ignore how my channel clasped his girth.
