“You’ve been a good girl tonight, Jewel,” he murmurs over the sounds of the shower. “You deserve a reward.”
All I can do is moan my appreciation.
Elias adds another finger, tapping against my G-spot with unerring precision on each thrust. As he holds my gaze with his, he extends his tongue to flick it over my clit.
“God, Elias. You’re so fucking hot,” I whimper as my body twitches from the onslaught of pleasure.
That signature cocky smile returns to his face.
“Show me how much you like this, Little Sapphire. Flood my mouth with your sweet juices.”
He must be done speaking, because as soon as the last word leaves his sinful lips, he presses them back against my weeping cunt. He takes my clit into his mouth, sucking rhythmically, in tune with the thrusting of his fingers. His other hand grips my thigh, his fingers digging into the soft flesh there so hard, I know I’ll have bruises for days. And I’ll love seeing them every time.
It doesn’t take him long to get me there—he’s that damned good.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moan repeatedly. “You’re making me come.”
He’s now practically hammering against that bundle of nerves inside me.
“That’s it,” he hisses against my pussy. “Feed me, baby.”
His words send me over the edge. My body clenches as a powerful wave of pleasure engulfs me, and I feel myselfstarting to squirt. I look down in time to see Elias lapping it up, too far gone to feel embarrassed. Everything he does only turns me on.
When he wrings the last tremor from me, he shuts off the water and wraps me in a soft towel. He carries me to the bed, bridal style, and when we’re lying on our sides, facing each other in the near dark, I almost don’t feel like ruining the peace. But he’s looking at me expectantly, waiting patiently…
“When I was a kid, an older cousin didn’t take no for an answer,” I say in a rush, not wanting to chicken out halfway through. I close my eyes, but Elias’s hand on my cheeks makes me open them again.
“What happened then?” he asks, no judgment in his voice.
“I told my mom and dad,” I say, my throat suddenly feeling thick. I thought I was over this. Well, at least somewhat. “They told me to stop making things up.”
A low growl rumbles from Elias’s throat, his fingers twitching against my face, but he doesn’t say anything.
“Told my uncle next,” I continue. “He slapped me and said if I ruin his son’s life, he’ll ruin mine. That I probably seduced him.Sick little whore.”
“Motherfucker,” Elias hisses, his rage a balm to a sore wound. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“Could be dead already.” I try to sound like I don’t care, but I’m not sure I manage. “I’m not sure what he loved more, Special K or cheap hookers.”
He snorts, then scoots closer, intertwining our legs. “It wasn’t him you hurt, then?”
“Nope. See, Rick, my cousin, got real ballsy over the years, seeing what he can get away with.” I clench my fist, recalling the last time he slipped into my bed. “I was fifteen. It was Christmas, and the family was staying at my uncle’s big, beautiful house. My parents, grandparents, and my mom’s sister with her family.”
“Your cousin tried to hurt you while they were all there?” Elias asks with a dangerous rumble.
“He sure did. And I knew he would; he’d been dropping hints all evening. So I took my aunt’s fabric scissors and waited for him.”
“That’s my girl,” he praises, swiping his thumb over my cheek.
“Yeah. Stabbed him in the ass as he crawled on top of me. He started squealing like a pig. Everyone ran in.”
I grin, thinking about the expressions on their faces. My mother and father looked embarrassed. My uncle was furious. His wife seemed to be ready to check herself into a facility. Aunt Sarah was the only one who seemed angry for me, glaring at Rick and her brother.
“What did they do?” Elias prompts, bringing me back to the present.
“Well, Rick was naked in my bed, half on top of me, with scissors poking out of an ass cheek. Hard to claim I was making shit up with the proof bleeding right in front of their faces,” I say bitterly.
“Let me guess,” Elias mutters. “It got swept under the rug.”
