What should’ve been something akin to relief felt a lot more like disappointment. At least until he slapped the side of one of my breasts, then slammed back inside of me. I arched my back off the table as small sparks of pain exploded from his strike, then morphed into something else.
My pussy squeezed his cock, tightening around the row of piercings. Then he stopped. “Tell me what I want to hear, Bellezza.”
“No,” I said point-blank.
He withdrew again. This time, he didn’t immediately slam back into me. Instead, he stared down at me and arched his brow. This man was infuriating enough when we were bothdressed, but when naked beneath him like I was now, he was absolutely maddening.
Madness was a friend of mine, or had at least become one. There was no other reason I could give myself to justify lying beneath this man night after night. Well, maybe there was, but I’d never admit it to him. The truth was simple. I loved him. God help me, but I did. But was love truly what it was? Or was this some sort of delayed trauma response?
“Noooo,” I cried out, unsure if it was because of him or that latter thought.
“That’s not the right answer. I’d think a smart girl like you would know that by now.”
“Why must you torture me?”
“It’s entertaining. Do I need a reason other than that?”
“And you’re an asshole,” I muttered.
One of his hands came up under my chin as he tipped my head back so I had no choice but to continue to look at him. “Tell me that you’re mine, Bellezza. At least admit who owns this pussy... Who makes it come...”
I tried to wriggle against him, hoping I could draw his pierced shaft back inside of me, but he pulled his hips away enough that I could feel him, but not touch him, which made me groan more impatiently. There was silence until his chuckle split the air. It was low, but all amusement.
Damn sadist!
Before I could ask him what was so funny, he slammed back into me. I wanted to sigh in relief, but as he pounded my back wall, all I could do was moan. My hands gripped his arms as he drove into me, eventually settling into a rhythm.
Sex with Zarren was completely mind-blowing. Mind-altering, even. He controlled my body so easily, like a maestro would an orchestra. No matter how I felt at any given moment,he knew exactly how and where to touch me to reduce me to nothing more than putty in his hand.
My body had betrayed my head once more as he quickly brought me to the edge. A few more thrusts would be all it took to explode, and my core already ached in anticipation. My entire frame tightened, then shook as I trembled. As I stared up into his face, I could see his normally stoic features as they twisted and contorted into pleasure.
Zarren was nearing his own release, which nearly sent me hurtling over the edge myself. But before I could, the bastard pulled out. I was too distracted by the way he roughly jerked his cock in rapid succession to protest what he was doing.
“I guess I didn’t make your pussy come tonight,” he said to me moments before he came on my belly and breasts.
“Zarren, you can’t be seri?—”
“My patience is razor thin, Bellezza, and you’ve tested the limits of it. Next time, I suggest you think about whether an orgasm is worth stroking my ego or not.”
I couldn’t believe him. Actually, I could. And the more I glared at him, the more amused he remained. Finally, he leaned over and slid his finger through his release, collecting some of it onto his fingers. My legs were still spread apart, so I thought nothing of it when he dragged his hand between them until he purposely skipped my clit and went much lower.
“Since your pussy doesn’t want to come tonight, maybe I’ll take you again later, but here. Fuck, you’re going to look so damn hot with my cum dripping out of your ass.” I gasped, and he winked at me. The fucking bastard. “Sweet dreams, Bellezza.”
And just like that, he stood up, then walked unabashedly to the stairs, leaving me here to fume.
Iheard her knees as they hit the floor, but I paid her no mind. In fact, I left her there and quickly ascended the staircase to my bedroom. While she had tried to get outside a short while ago, she’d never be able to guess the code. Knowing Aurora, though, she very well might try, but I wouldn’t concern myself with her futile efforts.
And her trying to escape wasn’t the only thing she was doing in vain. As I stormed into my bedroom and caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, I saw something in my eyes I’d never wanted to show her. Or rather, I never could show her.
During the weeks we’d spent cooped up together, I had grown to like her. I’d never had a shortage of women willing to do any number of perverse things I might want to do, but none of them affected me quite the way that she did.
And I hate it. Never you, though, Bellezza. Never you!
But I needed to, yet I couldn’t find a way to do so. Kingston and Cillian were finalizing the arrangements so it would be a matter of days before she’d be gone from my life forever. She’d end up in Russia and everything would be drastically different.
While I’d been breaking her down little by little, a part of myself had also cracked. All I could think about was that my days with her were numbered. My time with her had always been temporary, but until now, I’d never allowed myself to believe it. King and Cill could call in five minutes, an hour, a day, or a week, and I would have to turn her over to them.
The very thought of someone else seeing Aurora naked... Touching her body... Making her back arch in ecstasy... Holding her in their arms as she slept on their chest... Feeling peace at her mega-watt smile... Calmed by her soft voice...
