“Now…you’re going to tell me who had access to your pussy while I was on my deathbed.”
I shake my head.
He pulls out his dick, looking between my legs. He pumps himself a few times.
“Tell me, Adela. I know no one can make you feel like I do.” He strokes himself, crawling over me. “I know you fucking love me, baby, and I want to protect you, so you’re going to tell me…” He presses his dick against my entrance.
I inhale, trying to pull my legs together. The rope doesn’t give.
He slides right into my wet pussy. My clit throbs as he starts thrusting against me.
“Cody,” I breathe, feeling him everywhere at once.
“I know, baby. Fuck, you’re tight.” He grabs my face between his palms. “Now you’re going to tell me who had you.”
“No.”
He slams into me. It’s pleasure and pain mixed together. “What the fuck is his name?”
I don’t answer him. Instead, my body keeps building itself. Between him begging me for my secret and trying to pull it out sexually, seeing the genuine frustration on his face turns me on.
“You’re not going to like what I do next.”
“What are you going to do?” I challenge as if I don’t know how dirty and degrading he can get.
He grabs my face, pushing into me as much as he possibly can, and I feel like he’s stretching me. It starts to hurt.
“Okay,” I mutter, and he releases the pressure but doesn’t stop moving.
He pushes his fingers against my clit and rubs. “Cody,” I moan. I try to touch him. “Untie me. Please.”
He pulls a string, and my wrists fall free. I reach up to his face and pull him down to kiss me. I pull back and mutter, “My legs now.”
He leans back and tugs them free. I wrap my legs around him as he pumps into me. His hand finds my clit again, and he’s forcing my body to lose control. I start shaking, panting, begging, and he doesn’t stop moving his hand.
“You’re going to tell me after you come, baby. Understand?”
I nod, holding onto him. He continues his speed, and I fall to the bed when my orgasm takes over my entire body. I arch my back, feeling the release of the last two months come undone. All my fears, all my questions, all my doubts release in this single moment under Cody’s spell. My body’s still arching when the tears start falling down my face.
He starts to come, and he watches me from above. He glances down between us for a moment and then back at my face. He pulls out and takes a breath. He uses a towel to wipe me, and then his eyes are back on mine, full of questions.
“Who is he?”
Chapter 49: Beckett
Theodoesn'tanswerwhenI knock, so I let myself in.
It’s dim in here.
The living room is empty. The kitchen is empty. His laptop is open on the desk.
I drop my keys on the counter.
I'm about to call his name when I hear him down the hall.
I walk down and push the bedroom door open.
There he is.
