He responds with a punishing thrust, pushing the breath out of my lungs. “Tell me you don’t feel this.” His hands grab both of mine, pinning my wrists above my head.
“I don’t feel this,” I lie through my teeth while he licks the tips of my aching nipples.
“Tell me you don’t think about this all the fucking time.”
I shake my head, swallowing back tears. “I-I don’t.”
“You can lie to yourself.” His cock enters me to the hilt. “Youcan try to lie to me.” A harsh thrust. “But your perfect little pussy is giving you away.” I shudder. “The way she flutters around me.” He circles his hips before pushing into me again. “The way she squeezes me like she wants to keep me inside.” I shake my head again, tears now dripping down the side of my face. “The way she’ll come for me, knowing that I own her.”
“You.” A moan. “Don’t.” Another moan. “Own me.”
“Oh, yeah?” Moving one of his hands from my wrists, he lowers it to my clit, rubbing it in quick circles. “Come for me.”
Instead of mouthing ‘fuck you,’ like I wanted to do, my body betrays me by obeying his order. The release takes hold of my body, and my pussy squeezes the length of his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers as I spout profanities, the climax wreaking havoc on my body. “Oh, fuck. That delicious cunt is going to make me come so fucking hard.”
His words prolong the everlasting rush of my orgasm, my pussy still seizing as he pulls his cock out, grabbing it with his fist and shooting his cum over my belly.
On a primal reflex, my finger darts out, runs through the thick liquid, and dips into my mouth so my tongue can lick it clean.
“Motherfucking shit,” he mutters, closing his eyes. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”
“Me? You’re the one who barged in here.” I push him away, pulling the sheet over my body. He runs his tongue over his teeth, and I let out a groan. “I meant what I said.” I poke a finger into his chest. “This. Means. Nothing.” From the floor, I grab his shirt and throw it at him, making him smile.
“Sure, sweetheart. It means nothing.” He pulls his boxers on with an annoying smirk and takes the rest of his clothes.
On his way out, he turns toward me. “Oh, there’s lunch for you in the kitchen.” With that, he leaves, closing the door behind him.
“URGH,” I groan, dropping back down onto the bed.
My memory of our sexual encounters wasn’t exaggerated. No, turns out reality is just like I remembered. The way our bodieswork perfectly in sync, his cock, and mouth, and hands finding just the right spot to blow my mind is downright concerning. I’m supposed to hate him. He made me feel like shit.
And today, he made me see stars.
I groan again, placing an arm over my face. Even if my body doesn’t hate him, my mind must stay on track. He almost destroyed me once, and I’m not sure I would survive going through that again.
CHAPTER 40
Leon
Alex and I get into a comfortable rhythm of cohabitating and sex. I’m in charge of taking Persephone on her walks; but she puts out her food and water. I make us lunch, and she eats every meal, sometimes even in the same room as me. I stick to my office until a buzzing sound hits my ears, acting like red to a bull. Most of the time, she doesn’t even use it as a toy, but as a signal to lure me in, and, fuck, it works like a charm.
Every time, after we’re both spent and satisfied, she repeats the same thing.This means nothingbefore sending me out of the room. The sex is mind-blowing, but the sendoff makes me feel like shit. Luckily, the next step in the plan I made is finally coming together.
Just as I confirm the last few details, a call sounds from my phone. It’s my official phone, not the one I use for the less legal parts of the business. The caller is hidden so I let it ring for a minute before answering.
“Petrovic,” the tense voice says the ‘c’ like a ‘k’. It doesn’t take me long to figure out I’m talking to the mayor.
“Yes?” I don’t say his namealoud.
“I did what you asked me to. It took a hell of a lot of effort, but I got you a meeting.”Fuck yeah.“Tonight.”
Shit.I mull it over for a second, caught between two fires. This is a chance to get our business back. To get revenge for our father and to get everything back on track. But there’s no way I could reschedule what I have planned for Alex tonight. “Can’t do tonight,” I respond, the decision filling me with calm.
“What?” I guess I’m the only calm one in this conversation. “What do you mean, you can’t tonight? I had to cash in a bunch of favors to even put this on the table.” His voice is so screechy, my face winces and my hand instinctively pulls the phone away from my ear.
“I told you. Tonight doesn’t work. I could do tomorrow night.”
