3. ARTEMIS
“Ow,” Donovan let out as I laid on his chest and bit the skin beneath his nipple.
Our bodies were intertwined on his bed, much more comfortable than the one I’d been given, under a white sheet that offered little warmth, but Donovan ran incredibly warm, and I’d missed the way his cuddles felt, even if my hatred of him had been reduced to a pissed off annoyance.
“I promised myself I’d make you pay,” I said, going in for another bite, sucking his skin into my mouth and praying the outcome with some nasty purple bruise of a hickey.
“I think what we just did made up for it,” he said. “Don’t you think?”
Another bite later.
“You’re still a little brat,” he said, yanking my head back with a hand through my hair. “I couldn’t take you with me where I was going.”
I grabbed his cock—chubbed with unwiped cum—or precum wetting his tip. “No calls, no texts, not a single message via pigeon, or smoke signal,” I said, with each one, my grip tightened.
“Baby,” he said. “If you’re trying to turn me on, keep doing it.”
“I’m not your baby,” I said.
“Then why are you trying so desperately to suck on my chest?”
“I told myself I would carve my name into your back.”
He thrust his cock in my hand. “You want me on top this time?” he asked. “My back is free real estate, go ahead, carve your name, but if you do, remember how you I liked to punish you.”
My legs twitched tight as my cock pulsed between my closed thighs. “And what if I tell you that I acted up because I wanted those punishments,” I said. “You can cage my cock as much as you want, you can plug my ass with your GPS monitor, you can even chip me like I’m your property, but I’m writing my name in your back.”
“Guess we’re already shaking on it,” he said with my grip on his cock as the handshake.Donovan pinned me down at my chest, my legs resting over his shoulders, and with one of my hands on his cock, and the other pushed to his chest. “Maybe we can seal it with a kiss instead.”
“You stick of booze and desperation,” I said, there was a slight smell of it on his breath.
“You want me to swish some mouthwash?” he asked. “That’ll be extra.”
“What extra?”
“Charge,” he said. “I’m not charging you though, I’m charging Mercy.” He pulled away, letting up on me and my legs to flop down onto the bed as he stood, his cock in full rocket mode, no assembly required.
“Wait. What?”
“Mercy brought me in, she had you across from me,” he said, walking to his ensuite. His ass as hairy and bouncy as I remembered it. “She wanted you to work on your issues with me, so that’s what I’m doing, but I don’t work for free, Artemis. I thought you knew that”
I pulled the white sheet over me. “I’m not letting you fuck me for money,” I said.
“Already done,” he said.
My fault for through myself into his arms like old times, but my body had that effect around him, we were magnets, all it took was a single bounce right into his arms. He’d onlybeen wearing a towel, and my sweatpants was a single article of clothes—no underwear, I know, classy.
“How much?” I asked.
“I don’t know, what’s the going rate for a hot stud like me?” he asked before swinging at the bottle of mouthwash. He spat and walked back, but my eyes were fixed on the constant motion of his cock, swinging like a pendulum. “I’d say at least a couple thousand, I’m virile, and I even let you mark me. That’s gotta count for something.”
Gripping the white sheet around myself, I shook my head at him. “Why did you leave?”
“I told you, I had to,” he said. “Things happen in my life, you knew this, I told you there was a lot of stuff you weren’t prepared for, and what I had to do meant giving you up.”
I pressed my tongue against the back of my teeth. The idea that I was so easy to give up brought something out in me, it was painful, and he knew that. I’d already bled my soul out to him, and either he knew that and he was using it, or he as just some numbskull with a big dick and only enough blood at any one time to fill that or his brain. “You’re an asshole.”
“I’ve never pretended to be anything else, Art,” he said. “You knew this, I don’t know what you expected from me. We had fun, I helped you out, we made money, and then I left you. You had plenty of money, you could’ve gone anywhere.”
