“I want to see you bouncing on my cock.” He bit my shoulder, and I squeezed my eyes closed. “I want to see these beautiful tits do the same.” His hold on me tightened to the point I could barely fully inflate my lungs. “I need to hear you scream my name, love.”
Silas’s hand tangled in my hair as he crawled onto the bed, holding me as if I were a feather in his arms. He leaned against the headboard, and I settled into his lap and rose, my pussy hovering above his dick. He reached into the nightstand for a condom.
“You don’t need that,” I said, tone serious but pushing those dark thoughts from my mind. They weren’t welcomed here. Not now.
“No?”
I shook my head. We both knew the rigorous testing involved as members of the order. Disease wasn’t a concern.
And on my end, neither was pregnancy.
He nodded, trusting my word, and smoothed his hand over my hips. It was then I looked at him, really looked at him, beyond the haze of lust, and saw the bruises, the fresh and old blood streaking different parts of his body.
“What are we doing here, Silas?”
“Fucking. Now, shut up and sit on my cock.”
I slapped him, and he grabbed my neck and pulled me close. Our eyes fixed on each other as the tension in our faces dissipated, replaced by easy smiles.
“Sit,” he growled over my lips.
“I still hate you.” I let my body fall over him, his dick stretching me so damn good. “I’m still going to kill you,” I murmured, throwing my head back as I sank until he bottomed out inside me.
“I can’t think of a better way to go.”
My hands were on his chest for leverage as I found my rhythm, and he lifted his arms above his head and held the edge of the headboard, giving me free rein.
Silas watched me work him with such ferocity it set my skin on fire.
“Next time you sit on my cock, I want to be in that tight ass of yours.” He rested against the wood, jaw tensing with every stroke. “That’s my good girl.”
“I’m not…a fucking…good girl,” I rasped, trying to find my voice as I was coming undone.
He grinned and brought his hands to my breasts, a thumb on each nipple.
“You’re right. You’re my whore.”
Another crack of my hand connected with his face, and the corners of his mouth pulled wider. I wasn’t surprised to feel his hand around my throat again as he pulled me in for a savage kiss. Biting and sucking, licking and lapping. I knew what I’d look like in the morning. Bruised and angry and properly fucked.
“I’m no one’s whore,” I breathed, goading him as he was now bucking into me with hard, feral thrusts.
“Not anymore, because this sweet cunt of yours will be ruined.” His voice was strained, words coming between grunts.
One of his hands was on my hip, the skin around his grip white. I knew he was close. So was I. Pleasure rippled from where we were joined to the top of my head and down to my toes—every thrust sending us closer to sweet oblivion.
“I’m going… to come.” I managed to cry out. “If you stop… I swear, I’ll—”
Blood flow slowed as he squeezed my throat harder, thumb now pushing on the knife wound he’d given me earlier. The mixture of pleasure and sweet pain was euphoric. I wasn’t sure if I was passing out or my brain was short-circuiting, but as my pussy began to contract around his dick, I was floating.
“Fuck…Si. Fuck!”
Silas had complete control of my body. Pounding up into me while also slamming me down onto his cock. Until his grunts were loud in my ear. Until bloodied sweat coated both our bodies, and he growled my name over and over until we were left heaving, sated, and absolutely filthy.
Fourteen
LENI
Steam billowed from my mug as I held it to my lips, pausing as I watched the sunrise over the city. Its rays stretched across the sky, reaching out and pushing back the last pockets of darkness. Despite having spent the better part of the evening getting bent over the bed—not to mention the strenuous mental and emotional chaos from the last couple of days—I didn’t feel as exhausted as I probably should. Maybe there was just so much on my mind. All the voices, the complications…the questions without answers. All of it refused to quiet.
