I drove my hand down even harder across her ass, then started slamming into her again, never letting up, never giving her a second to breathe. Her legs started trembling, her whole body shaking as I pulled on the cuffs, using them to anchor her,holding her in place while I fucked her and smacked her ass. The sounds of skin meeting skin, her cries, her wetness covering my dick, the sight of the plug in her ass, all of it was making me lose control.
“You still want another man to fuck this pussy, Venus? Say it. Let me hear it.”
“No... Knox. I want you...” she wailed.
That made me spank her even harder, her cries filling the room.
“What the fuck did I tell you to call me?”
“Konflict... God... Konflict... I can’t... this... oh my god, I’m coming. Let me come, please,” she screamed, her body shaking all over.
I leaned down, lips to her ear.
“Release that motherfuckingfontaine de jouissanceon my dick right fucking now.”
She didn’t hold back. Her pussy clamped down, squeezing me so tight it almost hurt, her body milking my dick as she came, hot and messy, soaking both of us. I felt my own orgasm crash through me, my balls tightening, my cum spilling deep inside her, our bodies locked together, lost in the high.
If heaven had a taste, it was Serenity wrapped around my dick, both of us coming hard, forgetting everything—her family, mine, the war, the blood, the pain. For a few seconds, nothing existed but us, tangled together, everything made sense in this ruined world.
I collapsed beside her, breathless, staring at the ceiling; thinking if I could have her like this every day, I’d forget about revenge and every reason I was supposed to hate her. In that moment, all I wanted was for us to never be enemies. To live in a world where we could just belong to each other. But I knew I would never have that. Not as long as she was a Veylor and I was a Korven, not as long as so much pain still lived between us.
And fuck, I hated that truth more than anything.
Chapter Eleven
SERENITY VEYLOR-KORVEN
Iopened my eyes and realized I was wrapped in strong, warm arms. I couldn’t even tell when I fell asleep, but after the way he fucked me, so hard, so deep, so relentless, I must have passed out. At some point, he’d unfastened my wrists from the cuffs and peeled the nipple suckers off my breasts.
I hadn’t planned to spend the night with him. I wanted to taste something different, try a new body, but the second he touched me, all my resolve melted. Every inch of me was pulled to him, hypnotized, like my whole body craved his touch above everything else. It was terrifying and addictive all at once. I was scared of getting attached to him… if it wasn’t already too late.
Pathetic, I know. Really fucking pathetic, to feel a knot in your chest for a man you only met yesterday, a man whose job is to fuck every pussy that pays. But there’s something about him.Something possessive, dominant but intimate, that draws me in, and makes me feel like I belong to someone, like I matter for the first time.
I’d never known what it felt like to wake up in a man’s arms, to feel protected by his body, to hear his breath at the back of my neck. I felt good, peaceful, spoiled, almost important to him, and I hated how much that meant to me. But for once, I let myself have a moment of foolishness. I wanted to pretend, just for this morning, that I could let myself fall, because I loved the way it felt when he touched me, when he was tender, when he held me like this.
I didn’t know Knox could give any more than he gave me yesterday, but he shattered every expectation. I’d played with toys alone, in the emptiness of my marriage. That’s how I learned to suck dick. I’d tried to push them inside myself too but never went all the way. However, tonight, all those silicone dicks, mixed with his real one, his tongue on my clit, the vibrations, the pressure—it all drove me insane. It was pleasure on a scale I didn’t know existed. I’d never felt my soul leave my body until then. When I said I wanted one dick in each hole, I didn’t mean it, but when he slid that butt plug in, God—it was more than I ever imagined. Knowing it’s still there, still inside me, makes my skin tingle. I can’t help but wonder what else he’ll do to me before the night is over.
I squirmed against him, letting myself enjoy those arms for a few more seconds. His breath was soft against my hair as he tightened his hold on me. His embrace was gentle, everything I’d ever wanted to share with my husband. I didn’t want to break free. A piece of me aches knowing I can only find this comfort with someone else, not my husband. I always dreamed he’d look at me, desire me, maybe even love me, if we had the chance. But that hope drowned the day my father put a bullet in Kate Korven’s chest. I would never forgive my dad for that, not even ifI crossed over into death.
“Are you sleeping?” I muffled against his chest.
I needed to anchor myself in something real before the memories swallowed me whole.
“I’m not,” he answered.
I tilted my head up and met his gaze. The golden light in the room caught his green eyes, making them look even deeper, more mysterious. I knew he must be wearing contacts, but it didn’t matter—those eyes were beautiful. I’d never really looked at them before, not like this, without his dick in my pussy or my mind in peace. They pulled me in, hypnotized me, and made me forget I was supposed to keep my distance.
I looked away, suddenly embarrassed by how connected I felt to an escort.I shouldn’t. It was already reckless, letting him fuck me bare, not caring about anything except the feel of his skin on mine. It didn’t matter to me because in a few weeks, I’d be dead anyway. If I caught something, it wouldn’t change a thing. Besides, I wanted to know what real dick, skin to skin, felt like.
I ran my fingers slowly over his chest, taking in the richness of his flawless brown skin. Last night, I’d been too far gone to notice the details, but now my eyes caught on the ink above his heart. There was a tattoo, intricate and bold, a planet etched into his skin. My fingertip traced the shape, following every line and curve, drawn in by the mystery of it. I found myself wanting to know what it meant to him, why he’d chosen to carry it so close to his heart. For once, I let my curiosity take over, lingering on that mark, quietly hoping he’d let me in on the story written there.
“Why a planet?” I asked, needing to know anything he’d give me.
He laid his hand over mine, both of us touching his skin together, his warmth seeping into my palm.
“It’s for someone precious,” he answered.
I couldn’t stop my mind from spinning.Precious. That kind of meaning was always about a woman. Surely someone he loved and kept close. The thought made me ache in a way I could never admit. Here I was, catching feelings for a man I barely knew, who probably belonged to someone else. All while my heart was still tangled in hope for someone who’d never look my way.
