“What’s wrong?” I muttered, opening my eyes fully and surprised by my edgy annoyance. Whether from being woken or the relentless arousal pursuing my sanity, I wasn’t sure. Turning my head, I met his gaze. Even in the dim lighting I could see he was fighting the temptation. Staring up the gorgeous man who’d stolen my heart for years, I wanted him to smile in the morning but not because of Lorenzo’s threat.
Without breaking eye contact, I shifted my hips slightly, causing a subtle friction against the thick bulge in his briefs. For just a beat his fingers pressed into my soft skin, enough to make my hips shift again. A slow hiss passed through his clenched teeth, leaving me confused. Either his resistance was crumbling, or his anger was growing. My pulse kicked up a notch, threatening my seduction.
Gripping his hand, I brought it to my breast, guiding it in a slow caress over my bra. He didn’t stop me and when I ground myself against his erection once more, his grip on my breast tightened. I moved his hand downward, letting the rough feel of his palm heighten the burn between my legs and soaking my panties. What began as a tepid warmth at the base of my spine, steadily grew into an ache that was almost uncomfortable. I parted my knees slightly and guided his hand toward the edge of my panties. His fingers grazed over the slick folds of my pussy and I let out a sharp gasp. God, it had been so long.
As if in some erotic trance, Rayden watched me writhe under his touch yet made no move to continue on his own. When I draped a leg over his, giving him wider access, he let me and when I moved his fingers to glide over my clit, my hips bucked hard. Still, he watched me, let me have my way with his hand, that uncomfortable feel now blossoming into the start of an orgasm I could feel inching along my spine. Pressing down on his hand, I guided one of his fingers to slip through my folds into my pussy. I gasped at the same time arched against him.
“Rayden,” I cried out, my orgasm just within reach.
“What the fuck are you doing, Zena?” He pulled his hand away and vaulted off the bed leaving me stunned and my mouth gaping in the shape of the perfect what the fuck moment.
He flipped on the bedside lamp, casting the room into a myriad of shadows. Moving to the foot of the bed, he turned his back on me. My emotions a battle between half arousal and half annoyance, I slid off the bed and walked around to him.
“Rayden,” I touched his shoulder. The force of his spin had me staggering back.
Eyes lacking the innocence I once knew and now laced with an unerring menace I didn’t recognize, stared at me. He took a step forward, forcing me to take another step back.
“What’s wrong, Zena, did you miss me?” he seethed, fury rolling of him in waves.
And for just a moment, I accepted it was a mistake coming up here, thinking he’d want me again. I took another step back, unsure what he might do. His shoulders stiff, his clenching fists turned his forearms into a rippling menage of cords. Again, I found myself wondering what he’d do to me right now. Given the island seclusion he’d get away with it too. I could shout, scream maybe but I knew Lorenzo wouldn’t come and he’d make damn sure the live-in staff didn’t either.
“Cat got your tongue, Zena?”
“Please, Rayden,” I stuttered. “I can explain.” I retreated as he advanced. The back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and arms flailing, I sat down hard on the mattress, my body jostling with the impact. Rayden was on me before I could breathe. With his palms pressed on either side of me, he caged me in, his face hovering above mine. A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw, his exhales suffocating my inhales.
“Explain what exactly? How you let me think you were dead? How you lied about fucking another man?” he growled. “How you made my heart bleed thinking I’d wronged you?”
Stunned by the ferocity in his words, I cowered, pinching my eyes shut and pressing my head into the pillow. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Rayden.”
“But you did, didn’t you? With Lorenzo fucking Rossi,” he hissed.
I shuddered, squeezing my body tight to keep from shaking. I’d seen Rayden angry, seen him fight men bare fisted, but this was the first time I’d felt fear. This was different. He was different. Opening my eyes, I squinted at the face taut with anger moving closer, thinned lips inches from mine.
“Tell me, Zena, did you like it? Did you enjoy fucking him? Did it feel good having his cock shoved inside you, letting his cum flood your warm pussy?” His tongue snaked out, licking the seam of my lips. I trembled. “Answer the fucking question?” he barked.
“No.” I winced falling flat on my back. Using my elbows as leverage, I scooted up until the top of my head touched the headboard.
He crawled over me, his knees and hands on either side of me, locking me in place once more. “Why did you come here tonight?”
“I-I.” The words wouldn’t come because I wasn’t sure what I could tell him that would ease the pain, calm him down. I could do it before, now, not so much.
“I’ll tell you what you came here for.” I startled when he moved higher, all the way up until he pushed down his briefs and his cock hovered above my lips. “Is this what you want?” He rolled the head over my lips, painting it with his precum. Unconsciously, my tongue darted out to lick the salty liquid. “Answer the fucking question? Do you want to suck my cock?”
“Yes.” It was a gamble because I wasn’t sure what he wanted from me. My gaze searched his expressionless face, reminding me of Lorenzo’s hardness.
“Then suck it, Zena and if you make me come, I’ll make damn sure you’re sucking me for twenty-four hours straight.
My eyes widened at the threat and before I could react, he flexed his hips, shoving his cock into my mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged around the stiff girth, my eyes immediately watered as my lungs begged for air.
I wasn’t sure if it was my groan or my mouth squeezing around him that had him pulling out and slamming back in just as quickly. Swallowing was impossible and I realized it was intentional on his part when he gripped the headboard and using the thickening spit as lubrication, he began riding my mouth. I lifted to taste him, swirling my tongue around the mushroom head as he withdrew and he stilled.
“Lie still,” he ordered.
I did as he asked, giving him free rein and allowing the taste of him to fill every inch of my mouth. Until I couldn’t. Each time he pulled out, I lapped my tongue around his length, tracing each ridge and vein. Then I clamped down using my tongue and upper palate to create a tighter suction.
“Fuck,” his low guttural groan shattered the silence, filling my pores with his arousal. “Jesus, Zena, don’t. You’re going to make me come.”
Even though his threat hung in the air, I didn’t care. Rayden hated being challenged and loved the control, I’d seen it all the time. On his next withdrawal, I twirled my tongue around the head, sticking the tip of my tongue in his slit and relishing the taste. As though he sensed I was beginning to like what he was doing, he climbed off the bed and moved to the couch at the bottom of the bed. He took a seat, spread his legs out in front of him and his hands along the backrest, keeping his gaze trained on me when I sat up against the headboard.
