Page 33 of Enemy of the Heart

My nerves feel frayed and bare, like exposed electrical cords. Right now, I have little control over my inner monster, and I’m unsure of what I might do to the woman I love if I let go of that leash.

When she reaches me, she settles back on her heels, peering up at me through dark lashes with a mixture of determination and lust in her gaze.

Removing my towel, my cock bobs in front of her face. “Lick it. I know you missed it.”

She doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward, swirling her tongue around my head, making me grunt. Feeling emboldened, she snakes a hand up to my abdomen, her fingernails scraping over the ridges of muscle as she wraps her other hand around the base of my cock, stroking me once, twice.

I let her have her fun, and her eyes flick to mine as she takes me all the way into her hot, perfect mouth, her pouty lips wrapping around me. My dick leaks pre-cum onto her tongue as she strokes the underside of my balls while she works me harder and faster.

My patience cracks like a whip, and I grip her hair at the scalp. I wrench her off me before shoving her forward again.

I fuck her gorgeous face furiously until I yank her off me and get to my feet for more leverage. She sucks in a deep breath before I impale her mouth on my dick once more, thrusting into the back of her mouth until she chokes and sputters, tears spilling from her eyelids and tracking down her cheeks.

“That’s it, baby, milk my cock. How long do you think you can suck me without breathing?” I utter through my teeth, dark shadows creeping into my mind. “Let’s find out.”

Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t have time to stop me—or catch another breath—before I’m pinching her nose as I shove my erection back between her lips and down her throat, cutting off her air.

I nearly come as she fights for oxygen, continuing to drive into her mouth savagely.

“I am the air you fucking breathe.”

Fuck, I shouldn’t love this as much as I do, owning her wholly, the pain of her being unable to breathe making me just as hard now as it did the first time I waterboarded her. It’s so wrong, but goddamn, I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. I should stop.

There’s been a point in every relationship I’ve had where I had to end things because I couldn’t have them the way I so desperately wanted—needed. This is different. Lou is different. She thrives in my darkness, challenging me to go further, push harder, be my worst, most authentic self.

But what if I can’t stop now? What if the parts of my mind that Thompson opened take root and I’m unable to exercise authority over the sadist in me? Squeezing my eyes shut, I tilt my head back as I wrangle control of my thoughts.

“Suck, Lou,” I grunt.

When I glance down at her again, her eyes are wild and wide, her face bright red; nevertheless, her tongue swipes over my shaft, and she hollows her cheeks, following my directive. Clamping her lips down around me tighter, she rolls my balls between her fingers again.

Releasing her nose, I come with a guttural groan, the sound echoing through the room. She swallows greedily, and I withdraw from her mouth as she heaves for air, gasping and coughing. After only a moment, I haul her onto the bed, and she bounces on the mattress.

“Sean,” she whines hoarsely, bordering on downright begging. On all fours, I watch as her cunt drips with wanton need, pleading for my attention. She squirms, her glistening pink pussy waving in the air like a fucking flag.

The bed dips as I kneel behind her and grip her hips brutally. Without warning, I thrust into her, my head falling back as her shoulders drop to the mattress. Her core squeezes me, spasming as her body trembles.

I slap her ass with my good arm, her skin rapidly heating with the force of my blow as her cunt ripples around my length. I thrust into her again, harder this time, as I land another stinging smack. The more violent my pace, the more forcefully I spank her.

“I need…I can’t…I want…” Lou whimpers. As my stinging hand whacks her again, harder still, I relish the sight of the red welts bubbling to the surface. If only I had something other than my hand to use right now…

“What do you need? Use your words.” My hand cracks across her other cheek. Unintelligible sounds tumble from her lips in answer, and I drive into her more forcefully.

“If you don’t start talking, I’ll edge you until you cry,” I warn.

She shakes her head, moaning a protest as she pitches her hips, desperate to meet my punishing pace. “I…need to come.”

I hum. “Use my body to get off, baby.”

Adjusting the angle, I press her chest more firmly to the bed, and my next drive inside her has her screaming, telling me that I’m hitting the spot she loves. I slip my hand around to her clit, stroking until her body is quaking.

“More,” she pleads, but I can’t give her what she claims to want. I shouldn’t want to hurt her, but I do. I’m scared I won’t be able to pull back if the darkness swallows me. I’ve already let that side of me have a taste once tonight; I won’t gamble a second time. Instead, I flick her clit, barely resisting the urge to pinch it as I pound into her.

She finishes with me as my second release comes on fast and strong, seeming to never end as white dots fill my vision. Only after we’ve recovered from the high do I pull out, memorizing the way a mingling of arousal and cum drip from her cunt, dribbling down her thighs.

Unable to help myself, I lean down and lick a trail up the tender skin of her thigh and lap at her entrance, gathering the mixture of us into my mouth.

She sucks in a breath, moaning as she rolls her hips. I flip her over and crawl up her body until I’m hovering over her face. Tapping her lips with my index finger, she blinks once before opening her mouth for me.