“Me.”His smooth voice breezed over her while his hands fell to her shoulders, and lightly, he massaged some of the tension away.“You believeme, little one.”
She groaned at the sensation his digits produced, even though she knew she shouldn’t demonstrate how they made her feel.It wasn’t the first time his attention had lifted her, though.His cock was exquisite, and his strong fingers were just as able to release some of her stress and lull her senses into believing something more sensual was transpiring.
“I want to make you happy, but I don’t know how.”The explanation spilled out of her like water from an open faucet.Shedidwant to make him happy, but only enough so that she could think and flee.
“By following my rules.”His voice slowed to that same infuriating, patronizing tone he’d employed earlier.“Follow my rules and make me proud.”
He made it all sound so easy.But knowing he held her freedom, and possibly even her life, in the palm of his hand, was far from simple.
“I’m scared, Master.”She stilled, despite his fingers.She’d told him that once before, hadn’t she, but what good had it done her?In the haze of her barreling emotions, she couldn’t recall.“I don’t think I can do this.”
“You’re doing wonderfully.”His hand fell from her shoulders, and reaching between her knees, he prized her limbs gently apart, urging her to the back of the chair.The pain of his spanking reignited at the change of tack, but his insistent tone and her bubbling anxiety ensured she didn’t protest.Falling to his knees in front of her, the weight of his stare alone pinioned her in place.“Just keep doing what you’re doing.”
She wasn’t doing anything, save for ricocheting from one desperate emotion to the next, but as the weight of his body pinned her to the chair, all rational attempts at thought were immediately splintered.
There he was.Larger than life.
She shouldn’t want the ogre who was holding her hostage.She knew she shouldn’t.But to see him there on his knees and to know how good he could make her feel, her lust was becoming difficult to argue with.
Fuck.
She swallowed at the paradox.It would be all too easy to allow her desire to sweep her away again, to dampen her fear, if only for a while.
Her eyes fell closed at the alluring prospect.She shouldn’t have consented the first time, but to still be considering taking him as a lover—after everything she’d discovered—was madness.Yet still, it was passion on her mind when her eyes flickered open.
“I don’t know what to say, Master.”In the end, it was all she could muster.
“Then say nothing.”He leaned closer, pressing toward her until his lips grazed her mouth.“Our bodies will do the talking.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Kronos
Kronos descended, his mouth taking what he wanted in the same demanding way that he’d compelled her to her knees to receive his seed.She yielded to the weight of his lips, accepting the punishing kiss with a frantic mewl, the resonance speaking directly to his cock.
He hadn’t intended to offer the caress.At least, not so soon after relaying his rules, but there was no way to resist her.He’d sensed her growing agitation, and ultimately, even though Shelley was waiting for him, he could think of no better tonic than the way his mouth would worship Kristina’s.
Sweeping his lips over hers again, his tongue snaked into her warmth, eliciting a second, more guttural sound from her throat.He hailed the response, allowing one hand to rise into her hair and gently fist her tresses.There was chemistry between them; an irrefutable connection that burned when their flesh collided, and the more he tasted her, the hungrier he became for her warm, wet, pliant skin.
Triumph soared as he sensed her body cede.She was letting him in, not because he demanded her submission, but because some part of her, buried deep within her psyche, longed to capitulate.Yes, something had frightened her, and it gnawed that he couldn’t trace the trigger, but with time, he would identify it and find the remedy.Withdrawing from the caress, he brushed his mouth slowly over hers again, aware of her large eyes on him.
“Something troubles you.”His focus pierced her, their faces only a few inches apart.“And after I have soothed you, you shall tell me what it is.”
Her brow furrowed, that same look of conflict decorating her beautiful expression.“I don’t know what you mean, Master.”
She sounded dazed, as though the kiss had dumbfounded her, and he smiled at her innocence.The little one with the ocean eyes didn’t know it yet, but he would become the center of her entire universe.
“Do not lie to me.”He whispered the warning into her earlobe.“That is rule four.You.Do.Not.Lie.To.Me.”
He punctuated each word with a gentle tug to her lobe with his teeth, and she tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him.
“Oh, God.”
She seemed fraught with the full weight of his attention.Her body was stirring beneath him, her breathy pants and dilating pupils betraying her need, but her head seemed intent to go to war.
“Little one,” he purred, his head rising over her again.“I need you again.”He motioned to his throbbing organ, watching her responses carefully.
He should have been consoling her or feeding her before she emptied her bladder and returned to her bed.Instead, as he tugged her from the seat, there was only desire on his mind.
