My mark? What does he mean?
I don’t get the chance to wonder—not when he rubs three fingers along my drenched labia and clit. But a bolt of terror strikes me when he parts one cheek and traces a wet finger around my anus. “No!” I whimper, tears seeping into the blindfold. “It hurts, please! Rory, don’t!”
I hear the drawer opening again. The sound of a cap removed.
“Let me tell ye a secret, Lass.” Rory’s voice turns silky and low. “You know I’m a kinky bastard.” He thumbs my anal ring, slicking cool, oily fluid there, soothing the inflamed flesh.
“Oh, god!” I cry, clenching all my inner muscles.
He rises until his hot breath coasts across my face, his beard and mouth rasping along my lips. “But I don’t just take ass.” He moves back, stations his hands on my reddened cheeks, then growls low, “Ieatit.”
One flick of his tongue to my anus. That’s all it takes for me to choke on a scream. Rory didn’t exaggerate. He goes deep, burying his face in my ass, tongue flicking, licking, and tracing the pink rim. I gulp, unable to deal with the mania overcoming me. My flushed body shudders. I can feel his feral hunger as he devours me, his form of worship.
Oh, god, he’s worse than Jude. Worse than Seth or Vincent. Worse than Raphael in some ways.
“Love this hot, little arse,” Rory groans, the sound reverberating into my puckered ring. Two fingers swipe my pussy lips and rub my clit. One slicks oil deeper, cooling the swollen flesh before he injects one finger into my entrance. “That’s right, Firecracker. Suck me in,” he murmurs before slowly easing his tongue into my burning asshole to lick the tender inner ring.
I explode. Violent bliss rips through me in one exquisite, crushing wave at a time. I jerk, hips rocking uncontrollably as the orgasm hits me from all sides, slamming me into a dark, hot sea of pleasure. Rory licks me through it, drawing it out until I’m shaking and boneless from the bliss. Tingles of heat drown me.
I’m still hovering in the aftermath, the echoes of liquid heat filling me when Rory unlocks all the chains, including my collar. He also unlocks the cuffs…but only one. After casting the spreader bar away, he slowly removes the blindfold, wet with my tears. My limbs fall slack onto the bed.
Rory’s indigo eyes greet mine, a carnal gleam betraying a vicious need. The dominance is intense enough to shoot pulsing jolts of desire through me. Because Rory is the best at winding me up, pushing me to that glorious edge where I just want to let go. Unlike Jude, nothing about Rory is intimate. He’s intoxicating. Crazy, consuming, and punishing.
“Don’t ye look at me like that, Lass,” he warns with a sadistic smile and rubs a finger along my cheek, collecting a tear. My fluids, the oil he used…they all coat his beard. “Might think you want my cock.”
I tense. “Never,” I spit.
“Your loss.” Tilting his head, Rory spreads that grin right before he grips my jaw and slams his lips against mine in a searing kiss, forcing his tongue inside and giving me the taste of the oil and…myself.
Then, he pulls away, shoving off the bed. The kiss was so brief, it spins my head and makes me wonder if it was real. I try not to look at his cock swinging longer and harder than before as he moves about the room, blowing out the candles one by one, snuffing the room in darkness. The scent of smoke curls in the air, but it’s not enough to drown out his masculine musk, which hits me right before he crawls back into the bed.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I resist the urge to whimper when he tugs my hips back until his pelvis hits my ass.
“I like to cuddle.”
“You’ve got to be shitting me.”
“Nah, you took care of that the other night, my laxative Lass.” He loops one arm around my neck, then rests his palm on my right breast.
“Ugh!” I groan, then tug at my one handcuffed wrist. “Are you going to unlock this?”
“No.” He rubs his head in my hair. “I sleep like the dead. Can’t have ye wandering off now, can I? Raphael would tan my hide. And it’s already covered in poison ivy.”
“Yeah, you’ll be covered in welts by morning.”
“Hmm…” he purrs against the side of my neck. “Like you.”
I roll my eyes, but can’t help my smirk at the inside joke.
“How’s that bad blood between us, Briella?” He squeezes my breast.
I huff, tossing my hair back. “Still just as hot, black, and rotten as ever.”
“Mmm, that’s my good girl.”
“What if it never changes?”
He groans deeply into my hair and strokes my stomach with his other hand. “Guess ye’ll be sharing my bed until it does.”
