My fingers tightened around his shoulder, my free hand tangling in the sheet as pleasure coiled tight in my stomach.
I was at the edge now, burning, teetering. I was falling apart around him.
I was close. So close. And then…he pulled away.
“No, please,” I whimpered, shaking my head.
He smirked.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, positioning his cock between my thighs. “Remember I said we’ll be doing this all night? I’m just getting started here.”
He fisted himself in his palm, the thick head of his cock dragging through my slick folds, coating himself in my arousal.
“Ready?”
I didn’t get a chance to prepare a reply as he thrust in, slow and deep, stretching me out inch by inch because no matter how many times he fucked me, I could never truly take him at a go. He was so big.
I felt every ridge and every pulse, a loud moan tearing from my lips as I clawed at his back, my nails dragging against the flesh, heels digging into his toned ass.
Zaghan let out a shuddered breath, his fingers flexing around my throat, forehead pressed against mine. “Fuck, little witch. You’re a fucking goddess. So perfect.”
He pulled out, only for a moment before he slammed back into me, harder than the last thrust, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through me.
His pace was slow but deliberate, each thrust designed to make me feel every inch of him, to remember how much I loved to have him inside me no matter how much I tried to disagree, drawing out every little gasp and moan I tried to swallow.
“Now, tell me,” he murmured against my lips, his dark voice a mixture of command and plea. “Tell me you miss this, baby. Tell me you miss my cock pounding into your tight pussy, throbbing against your slick walls, filling you up with my seed, just the way you like it.”
I clenched around his silky length, my body answering before her lips could.
“Fucking say it!” he growled, his thrust punctuating his words, deep and devastating.
“I–” I swallowed hard, my pride warring with a need I couldn’t curb, not when I was so full of him, not when I could feel him throbbing inside me, just the way I liked it, indeed.
But when he angled his hip just right, hitting that spot that always made my toe curl, I shattered around him. “Fuck, I missed it. I missed you.”
His lips curled, his groan satisfactory. “That’s my fucking good, girl.”
Then he picked up pace, fucking me like an animal starved, raw, and hard, leaving me teetering on the edge. He fucked me as though he was determined to make up for all the days we spent apart. And I let him. I let him use me the way he pleases.
I let him ruin me.
45
BETH
Controlled. Dangerous.
~His obsession is a sickness. It will eat into your bones and rot you from the inside. The longer you stay locked up in this castle, the harder it becomes to remember who you once were before him. But there’s a cure. A single stroke of blade, a whisper of steel against skin, and you will be free~
My fingers ran daintily across the words written on the paper, my mind reeling.
My thoughts had been fear when I saw the first note some days ago. I couldn’t help but think this was something Zaghan was orchestrating. He did have a thing for twisted games. Maybe he was testing me to see if I would betray him.
But the more I thought about it, the more that theory didn’t make any sense. He only came home at midnight the morning Ireceived the first note. How could he have left me the note if he wasn’t even in the country?
Then my second thought was hope. Now that was a dangerous, fragile thing. What were the chances that someone else was aware that this wasn’t a happy marriage? That I was nothing more than a prisoner in this castle?
That could mean I wasn’t alone, right? That someone else saw me. Cared about my freedom and might help in setting me free. But then again, hope was a double-edged blade. And timelessly, I had been cut by that blade before.
