Once I got bored with chasing him, I switched to striking his face. A slap, a punch, a slap, a punch, I fell into a pattern of hits. Some landed on his swollen jaw. Some on his nose.
Blood poured from his nostrils, dripped off his chin, yet he remained still, unmoving. Simply tracked me as I bounced around him, ready to accept whatever I had to give.
My muscles didn’t burn. Sweat didn’t collect between my breasts. But the ire swirling in my bones, it simmered down. Turn by turn, it slowed like a river, the current ebbing to a trickle after miles of journeying from the mountains to the sea, and I…backed down.
Standing before him, I watched how he licked the crimson off his lips and instinctively mimicked the motion.
His gaze snagged on my mouth. The low noise rumbling in his throat invaded my being, causing my core to contract, the heat to pool between my thighs.
As his boot nudged my toes, I retreated. His eyes never left mine as we danced in a linear fashion, the tiles under my bare soles doing nothing to lower my rising temperature.
My backside crashed into the counter beside the sink, and he swiftly pressed into me.
“Did hurting me make you wet?” Cradling my head, he moved his lower jaw from side to side. “Because I think I understand Zion’s craving for pain now.”
I scoffed. “It’s just the adrenaline causing a physical reaction.”
Heaviness imbued his chuckle, the intensity furling low in my pelvis. “I thought we had a deal—no more lies.”
“I didn’t agree to anything.”
“You will,” he swore, solidifying his vow by pinching my nipple.
I whimpered from the unexpected sensation, and he fisted my strands, craning my head back. The angle forced my back to arch, pushing my breasts forward, right into his waiting grasp.
“Do you cede and accept the terms?” he whispered into my ear.
When I didn’t respond, he tweaked my nipple. I cried out at the explosion of pain—arrows of it shot up my nerves.
He didn’t relent, continuing to pinch the tiny piece of hardened flesh. “I won’t ask again,” he murmured, his tone so gentle it was reminiscent of a caress.
“I don’t know what terms you’re talking about,” I strained to say, squirming as I grew desperate for more. For friction, for stimulation, for something,anything, to alleviate the feeling of emptiness.
Gedeon released my nipple, and I slumped in relief. But then blood rushed into the abused bud, heightening the ache, and my thighs clenched.
“Allow me to lay them out.” He brushed a line between my breasts and down to my navel. South he went, searing a path hotter than the sun beating through the large window.
Gedeon kicked my feet apart. “First, when it comes to us, false words are off the table,” he detailed, emphasizing his condition by circling my clit.
He nipped my throat right as his fingers swept down my slit, gathering my wetness and bringing it back to the bundle of nerves capable of frying my mind. “Second, when I ask aquestion, you answer.” He went back to my entrance, dipped two digits up to the first knuckle and withdrew to rub my clit once more.
And then repeated everything all over again, this time sinking his fingers deeper and curling them.
I contracted, and he pulled them out, returning to my clit. “Or I will do this every time you deflect instead of giving me a proper response.”
He tugged on my hair, and the ceiling blurred as my tears sprang up. First a drop, then a second rolled down to my temples. My hands flew to his shoulders as I tried to stay upright.
Setting a brutal pace by thrusting his fingers inside me, he massaged the spot that froze my lungs, then returned to my clit, driving me to the highs of madness, testing how long I could sustain the torment without any relief.
His lips ghosted over my earlobe. “As much as I love your moans, I will not consider them as a sufficient answer.”
“Gedeon,” I begged, not sure whether for him to cease or to continue, to get off me or to keep pushing, keep bringing me to the brink of loss.
Loss of thoughts, loss of anything butneed.
“Yes?” he asked as wet noises echoed in the bathroom. “Though I enjoy the sounds your pussy is making, your voice is what I want.”
Fire flowed through my veins, draining the strength in my knees as they quivered.
