However, it’s her parted lips that snag my attention, plump and bleached of their normal pink. Not five minutes ago, she had them locked with another man’s, his filthy fucking tongue in her mouth.
That slimy, burning feeling returns with a vengeance, eating at my insides like acid.
Fuck, I don’t want to punish only her. I want to find Bryan and twist his neck until his head fucking pops off. He thought he could touch what’s mine, and I’m so very excited to remind him his ability to breathe is purely fucking optional. It will be up tometo choose if he will continue to do so.
The violence stirring in my chest has my hand clenching her nape harder, evoking a low whine from her throat.
“You made your point,” she bites out through chattering teeth, likely from her terror. The water isn’t the warmest, but it’s not cold, either. “Let me out of here.”
“Did I? What point have I made?” I challenge.
“You mean besides being a fucking psychopath?” she snaps, her cheeks now flushed red. Fuck, I love when she’s full of fire. It’s the only thing capable of melting the ice in my veins. “That you think you control me. That you’re a jealous child who can’t stand seeing someone else play with a toy that isnotyours.”
I tsk, unimpressed. “Somewhere along the way, I’ve seemed to have given you the wrong impression,” I say. “You are not a toy, darling. You’re my favorite instrument. My little violin. Toys are disposable and forgettable. You set them down and never pick them up again.”
I risk removing my arm from around her waist, though I maintain my firm grip on the back of her neck. Then, I softly brush my knuckles across her cheek, my voice dropping into a whisper.
“But when I play with you, the way you scream for me is fucking music to my ears,” I whisper. “I could never tire of you.”
Her chest heaves and her bottom lip trembles. If reality hadn’t already set in for her, it sure as fuck has now.
My awareness sharpens, and her soaked body molded perfectly into mine feels like two spinning gears connecting in perfect synchrony.
My cock swells as I become more aware of every inch of her, and I don’t possess an ounce of shame as my length presses into her stomach. The world around us ceases to exist, and the surrounding air shifts, a different sort of tension pressing in around us. It’s suffocating, heady, and fucking thrilling.
My stomach clenches, and my hands tingle with an overpowering need to both strangle her and bring her closer.
“You think I’d let anyone play with my little violin?” I ask, nearly snarling the words, though my voice is hushed. “You think I’d let anyonemake you sing the way I do?”
Her brows pinch, revulsion twisting her face, but her eyes tell a different story. Anger and fear flicker, threatening to extinguish beneath the heavy blanket of electric heat that’s settled around us. Despite herself, they dip down to my lips, lingering for a second too long before she forces them up again. There isn’t a goddamn hint of disgust within them, even if she tries to make herself feel it.
My fingers drift down her chin, only to close around her throat, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. I have one hand on the back of her neck, one over the front.
It would be so fucking easy to snap it. Most times, I want to.
But just like an instrument, she would be beyond repair, and I would mourn the loss of my favorite music.
My stare drops to her lips again, my mind conjuring stains over the soft surface left behind by Bryan’s filthy mouth. In this moment, I need nothing more than to wipe them clean.
“You’ve let someone else touch you—stain you,” I rasp, shaking her ever so slightly.
Her breath rushes out of her faster, and though fury still fills her dilated eyes, the derision that once twisted her face has melted into carnality.
“I can’t play with you when you’re covered in the remnants of someone else,” I murmur.
She struggles to swallow beneath my palm, prompting me to tighten my grip.
I’m so fucking tired of her breathing when it feels like I never can.
Her stare dips to my mouth again, and the crease between her brows deepens before her eyes lift back up to mine. There’s a hint of confusion there now, maybe even disbelief.
“Then put me away,” she whispers.
I shake my head, the movement slight. “I think I’d rather rid you of him.”
Her gaze drops once more, a breath shuddering out of her, and I can't take it anymore. I swallow it as I crush my lips against hers, tasting her impurities before licking them away.
A low whimper clashes with my teeth, heightening the electric tension to a level that feels too powerful.
