“Can you stop listening to your own voice for once and hear mine?” My tone was surprisingly sharp and cutting, and his eyes flashed with rage. “Please,” I quickly added in a softer voice.
He inhaled sharply, blinking against the water on his face. “You are too far away,” he murmured lazily. “I can’t hear what you’re saying.”
I rolled my eyes, stepping closer. He didn’t give me a chance to retreat as his hands seized my waist immediately, pressing me against the cool, glass wall. One arm braced above my head, the other snaking down, slipping between my thighs.
“Convince me,” he whispered against my damp skin, his lips hovering over my hard nipple, teasing. “Tell me why I should leave you behind when you’re still going on dates with your former lover, huh?”
His fingers finally slid inside my slick wall, his thrusts slow, deliberate, yet it still made my breath catch. Then his mouth latched onto my breast, nipping, biting, sucking.
“Start talking, Elizabeth,” he murmured, curling his fingers inside me.
“Please,” I moaned instead, the plea slipping from my lips before I even knew what I was begging for. Was it for him to stop? For his cock to be inside me right now instead of his fingers? Or for him to let me stay?
“How do I trust that you won’t spread this fucking thighs for other men while I’m gone, hmm?” His thumb circled my clit, a low growl settling in his throat as if he could barely stomach thethought. “On a lonely night when you are craving my cock, will you let another man shove their dick inside this pussy?”
My eyes snapped open, meeting his dark, burning gaze. “I’m not–” I squeezed my eyes shut, anger stirring in my chest. “I’m not a whore.”
My quiet rage made him smirk, and he leaned in until his lips brushed mine. “But you’re, Elizabeth. You’re my whore. My pretty, little slut…” He watched, deceptively amused as my glare only sharpened. “…who is addicted to my tongue, my fingers.” Then his lips brushed my left ear as he whispered, “My fat cock.”
His arms tightened around my waist, lifting me up.
Instinct took over as my legs wrapped around him. And the moment I felt the hard press of his cock at my entrance, I braced.
“And as my whore…” he groaned, thrusting inside me. “This pussy will always be ready for me, only me.”
“I–” I gasped, my head slamming against the glass as he pushed through my wall, pleasure detonating through me, ripping me apart and putting me back together all at once.
“I need those pretty eyes on me, baby.” He slammed into me with ruthless precision, the unfamiliar word he suddenly used–baby–ringing in my ears. “Watch what your sweet pussy fucking does to me,” he panted, his body trembling against me. “Can you see? How utterly undone I am pulsing inside your perfect cunt?” He pulled out only to thrust harder, catching a gasp in my throat. “Can you fucking see your fire consuming me?”
“Oh god,” I whimpered, my nails digging into the ink on his back, legs trembling around his hips.
“Zaghan, Elizabeth,” he corrected, the name torn from him like a curse as his rhythm turned brutal, unrelenting. “That’s the god you must pray to. Not the one in church. But the one that’s claiming you right now. The one that owns your every breath. The one you have offered yourself to so beautifully.” His fingers flexed around my throat. “Say my name.”
“Zaghan,” I whimpered, tears streaking down my cheeks.
“Louder, baby. Let the sound shatter this glass if it has to. Say my name as you worship my cock.” His pace quickened, his muscles tensing. “Say my name as my cum licks out of your sweet pussy.”
“Zaghan,” I choked, shattering around him, my hot releases gushing out, dripping all over his length, splattering on the wet tiles.
“Fuck,” he drew out, voice guttural, hips jerking violently. His muscles tightened and he followed, spilling deep inside me, hot and heavy. “You’re killing me, Beth Fraser,” he murmured, his breath hot as his head dropped on my shoulder.
I panted, my arms wrapped around him, fingers tangled in his hair. We stayed like that, the water splattering down on us, heartbeat syncing.
Then he murmured, “Five days. You have five days to convince me to leave you behind.”
He lifted his head from my shoulder, then lowered me gently until my legs hit the floor. His fingers tipped my chin up, claiming my lips in a kiss. A kiss that shouldn’t have tasted this good but did anyway. A kiss I shouldn’t have enjoyed yet did.
“Five days, Elizabeth.”
36
BETH
Everyone wanted a puppet.
“You know, I still can’t seem to shake it off.” My grip tightened around the strap of my backpack, my steps slow as we walked down the hall.
“Shake off what?” Kenzo’s eyes never strayed from his phone’s screen. We were about to make an arc down another hallway, a little inch closer and he would bump his head into the wall.
