“Then you know what you need to do.”
She shakes her head, lips still clamped shut.
My eyes travel over her body. Ankles secured to the chair legs, thighs spread wide, giving me a perfect view of everything.Her hard nipples pressing against the lace. And between her legs—fuck—the wet spot darkening her panties tells me exactly how much she wants more.
“Look at you,” I murmur, jerking myself faster. “Can’t even press your thighs together to get some relief. You’ve made a mess of your panties, solnyshko. I’d spank you for that if I didn’t know how much you’d like it.”
A sob tears from her throat, her whole body trembling with the effort of holding still.
I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock, collecting the bead of pre-cum there, then bring my other hand—the one that played with her pussy, that felt how soaked she was—to my mouth. I press both fingers to my tongue and lick them clean. The combination explodes on my palate. Her sweetness mixed with the salt of my arousal.
“Fuck,” I groan. “We taste incredible together.”
She bites down on her lower lip, trying to hold in a moan. Her chest heaves with each breath. Her eyes are glassy with need, pupils blown wide. She’s fighting to stay quiet but I see how close she is to breaking.
“Remember that night at Apollon?” I lean my head back, working myself in long, measured strokes. “I fucked you with my fingers as I killed that piece of shit Marco. You came so goddamn hard after I put a bullet in that mudak’s head for you. Although you didn’t need me … did you?” She licks her lips, her stare never leaving my hand as my pace quickens. “You want me to walk over there and push those panties aside and slide inside you. I’d push in so deep you’d feel me in your throat.”
Her hips shift, trying to find friction. But there’s nothing. Just air and desperation.
“I’d start slow,” I continue, my voice hoarse. “Let you adjust to me again. Then I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget your ownname. Forget every lie you’ve ever told me. You’d just be mine. Taking my cock. Coming for me over and over.”
I’m close. Pressure builds at the base of my spine.
Tears slide down her cheeks but she doesn’t look away. Doesn’t close her eyes.
“Look at what you’re doing to me,” I husk out. “How hard you make me. How much I want you even though you’re a pretty little liar.”
But she stays silent as I stroke myself faster, harder, chasing the release that’s building.
My orgasm slams through me. I come with a rough groan, cum spilling over my fist and onto my stomach, thick ropes of release that seem endless. I pump myself through it, stare locked on hers, making sure she sees every drop.
When it’s done, I slump back against the couch, chest heaving.
For a moment we just stare at each other. Me catching my breath. Her shaking and desperate and unfulfilled.
Then I grab tissues and clean myself up. Tuck myself away. Stand on unsteady legs.
“That could have been inside you,” I tell her, crossing to the chair. “Could have been dripping out of your beautiful cunt. Such a waste of my cum.”
“I hate you,” she whispers.
“No, you don’t.” I cup her face, her skin burning under my palm, and press my lips to hers. She chases my mouth but I deny her more than a brief flick of my tongue. “You want me. And if you’d tell me the truth, I could untie these restraints and take you to my bed and give you everything you’re begging for. But you want to protect your secrets more than you want me. Let’s see how long you hold out.”
I grab a throw blanket off the couch and drape it over her, covering her exposed skin.
“Get some sleep,” I tell her. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.”
“I-I can’t sleep like this.”
I brush a strand of hair from her face. “That’s your problem, my little liar.”
Then I walk away, leaving her desperate and aching and alone.
I get a few hours of restless sleep before my brain starts buzzing again. Too much happening. Too many variables beyond my control. I take a long shower, throw on a pair of sweatpants, and check on Evelina in the living room.
She’s still sleeping tied to the chair, head tilted at an awkward angle that’ll wreck her neck. The drug has her completely under, chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths.
I should leave her there to wake up stiff and sore and learn lying to me has consequences. My nose throbs like a motherfucker after that move she pulled. Knowing all this, I’m still weak for her.
