Once.
Twice.
Harder the third time.
She cries out and rocks into my touch, her pussy swollen and bright red like a juicy cherry.
“You love sucking on that thing, don’t you, Dove? I bet you wish it was a cock instead. Who knows…” I run my knuckles across her sensitive pussy, caressing where I caused pain. “Maybe I’ll call Hawke to do that part while I fuck your pussy and push that hook into your ass. Would my little wife like that?”
My words make her groan, and it’s all the answer I need. I know she enjoyed it that night when I held her down so Leon could lick her pussy and make her come. We talked about it afterward. She enjoyed it more than she was confident to admit. But as much as I’d love seeing her come undone under my command, there’s no time for it now. Just another thing I’llnever be able to experience with her because of what I did. Her imagination does the work for me, though—I know that because my fingers slide across her slippery pussy easily as she continues to wet herself like the perfect little slut she is for me.
I unzip my pants and take my cock out, positioning myself at her entrance and feeling the way her soft pussy pulses around me. My head dips back as I reel back my control, refraining from slamming into her. I want to feel everything. I want it all.
“Remember the day I picked you up from work and held my fingers in your cunt the entire ride? I wanted to do the same with my cock. Wanted you to sit on my lap, with my cock buried deep inside you for hours. Just so I can feel you there the entire fucking time. How you clench around me. How you squeeze my cock like a needy little whore.”
I dig my fingers into her soft hips, knowing it’s going to leave bruises. The rope keeping her hovering above the floor straightens more as she pulls on it with her hands. She sobs quietly, ashamed while arching her pussy back toward me, offering herself to me like a sacrifice. I fucking love it.
“We’ll have to leave that for another time,” I say, knowing full well it will never happen.
The way she sucks on that metallic hook has me desperate to ram my cock to the back of her throat, but I refrain from that too. Everything in due time. First, my cock inches slowly into her tight cunt. She’s so warm inside, like a goddamn oven. Her channel pulses around me, stretching and making space for me until my pelvis makes contact with her bare ass. I fist my hand in her hair, pulling her head back. Then push my hips forward, fucking her slowly and increasing my pace when my impatience runs out.
I’m fully dressed in my combat uniform and she’s almost completely naked save for the sheer layer of silk that covers bitsand pieces of her upper body. It’s how I love to see her. Bare, wet, and ready to take me in every single hole she has.
Her cute little whimpers echo in my ear, together with the wet sounds her pussy makes when I fuck her. I take the hook out of her mouth, and a huge gasp of air leaves her lungs.
“Jesus,fuck.Oh my God,Rowan,” she cries out.
“Language, angel. Look at where you are,” I say, motioning to the rest of the church. “Wouldn’t want you to be dragged down with me into the dark now, would we?”
My cock slides in and out of her with ease now, and I press the hook against her asshole, waiting to insert it when I’m done coming in her cunt. I don’t want to hurt her, even if she told me to stop holding back. She’s still too weak for the depraved things I have in mind for her.
One last thrust brings me over the edge, my cum spilling inside her warmth where it belongs. She’s started taking her birth control again, and I got too excited at the thought of throwing it away for her and replacing it with sugar pills. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it knowing the reality that awaits us after the wedding. I push the thought away from my mind, wanting to focus on the now. Because now, I have her. Now, she’s all mine.
“Hold it in, angel. Don’t let a single drop out. Is that understood?”
“Yes. Oh, God. Please…”
“You’re wasting your breath asking God for anything right now. He’s too busy watching to listen to you pray.”
Her legs shake and spasm as I bring my fingers to her clit and massage the area. Naturally, my cum slides out of her, making her sloppy and slippery as she rocks into my touch. Her first orgasm flashes through her small body. The ropes move with her, and I push the hook all the way into her ass this time.
Then I simply back away and admire what I’ve done. My cum is slick on her swollen pussy, dripping down her thighs and gleaming like early morning dew. She hangs like a broken doll in the middle of the church, her arms spread above her head as I watch—I watch her with carnal need and curiosity, waiting to see how much more of me she’ll need before the subdrop hits. It makes my lips curl into a wicked smile, knowing it still hasn’t. She’s such a good, patient girl for me.
I take out a cigarette from my pocket and use a church candle to light it on. I quit smoking in high school, but right now I need to watch something burn. To remind myself of what I’ve done: that Dove is here, and I have a long trail of sins to account for saving her life.
twenty-four
Dove
I’m getting married tomorrow, and I can’t wrap my head around the fact.
Last week I was coughing up blood, thinking I was going to die. And before that, I was living in a basement cell with chains wrapped around my limbs like an animal. Everything happened so fast, and though the weight of it all still presses down on me every day, I’ve never felt more alive. I’m more than ready to take down those bastards and spend the rest of my life with the man I love, right here in this house.
Oddly enough, I feel stronger than yesterday. I can breathe a little easier, and I’ve eaten my breakfast without throwing it up.
But I see the way they all look at me—Sterling, and Cole, and even Saint. They expect me to curl up into a ball and spend my time crying in my room like the victim they think I am. I don’t blame them for that.
The truth is, I’ve never given them a reason to consider me strong. That I could rise above anything if I wanted to, if I had a good enough reason to fight for. I have plenty of reasons now. The woman they remember is dead. She died in those tunnelsbelow Salister’s town, and now… now I’m reborn from the ashes of my wrath. OfRowan’swrath.
