“Please.” Tears streak down her face as her feet shift against the floor, her legs parting just slightly, as if she resents the pull between us but can’t fight it. “Duncan, stop.”
“You saystop, but what’s this?” My dick jerks when I clasp a hand over her inner thigh. “You’re wet? The perfect princess is dying to get railed?”
It’s too late when she tries to close her legs. I’m already there, sliding my hand up, pressing it to her sex. A smirk curves my lips as I take in how soaked she is.
“Leave me alone, you bastard.” Her hand is small around my wrist. So small that she can’t close it all the way. “What’s wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me? Last time I checked, I’m not the one who wants to be fucked by a bastard.” I push a finger between her pussy lips, then smear her wetness over her clit. “That’s all you.”
“I don’t.” She slaps me, her palm cracking on my cheek.
Precum dampens the tip of my dick. I fucking love it when she pushes back.
“Sweetheart.” Releasing her hair, I hold her in place by the throat. “Stop lying. You’re a dirty little slut who’s desperate to be bent over.”
“Let me go,” Elowyn groans, her chin dimpling. “This wasn’t supposed to be like this.”
My chest stings since…she’s right. It wasn’t.
Our love story should’ve been sweet. The first time she came on my fingers would’ve been in our bed or a hot tub.
I would’ve told her what a good girl she was, would’ve done all the right things.
A part of me craves that. The part that aches to see my little moon crying.
The rest of me remembers the betrayal.
“And there it is, your biggest flaw. The need to be someone you’re not. You want to be good, but you’re nothing but a filthy girl who’s going to come on my fingers when I rub you just”—I change an angle, trying to figure out what gets her off—“the right”—fuck, yes, her pupils are blown—“way.”
“No.” Her climax steals her voice, hernoa silent cry.
Her thighs squeeze my hand, and yeah, that’s a big fucking turn-on.
But what really does it for me is the taste of the tears I lean in to lick off her cheeks.
It’s knowing that, deep down, she wanted this orgasm. That my plan has started to work faster than I could’ve imagined.
Not for the first time, I don’t like how much it affects me. I can’t bring myself to stop either. Can’t patch the crack forming in my heart.
Can’t care enough about my sanity to turn away.
If that weakness kills me in the end, so be it.
So fucking be it.
10
ELOWYN
“I’m going to let go.” Dark, fathomless eyes stare into my soul. His fingers, slick with my arousal, smear my shame over my lips while he holds me up by the throat. “As soon as I do, you’re going to get down on all fours. Understood?”
His growly voice turns my body against me. Aftershocks from my orgasm make my thighs clench. More wetness trickles from my sex.
Damn him.
“Stop it,” I repeat, as I have so many times tonight.
“Hands and knees,” he hisses.
