Page 39 of Enemy of the Heart

When I think he’s about to come, I release his cock and step back from the table. Sean’s broad chest rises and falls with heavy pants, his face contorting into a frown. “What the fuck?”

I grin, then take the opportunity to strip out of my combat boots, trousers, and knickers. I leave on my cropped Amorphis band T-shirt.

Stepping back up to Sean, I run my fingertips over his abdomen, appreciating the grooves. I’ll never get enough of these gorgeous muscles. I make eye contact as I pepper his torso with kisses and move lower until I reach his cock resting against his taut stomach.

As I suck his tip into my mouth, he groans. I search his gaze for any hint of that shadowy darkness, like I’m seeking buried treasure. That murky blackness within him is my treasure, and I’m desperate to glimpse it again. There’s nothing there now, only his blade-colored eyes staring back at me.

We’ve got nothing but time here, though, and I plan to push and prod until his true nature comes out to play. Whether or not he’s prepared to admit it, we both need to see those dangerous shadows flicker in his eyes; the beasts within us both should wake from their slumber. Let’s dance in his darkness again.

I climb atop the table and carefully maneuver myself so that I’m straddling his head, facing his cock. “If you get me off, maybe I’ll let you come.”

Then, I settle my weight over his mouth. His tongue finds my clit immediately, and I roll my hips, grinding over his face. I close my eyes for a moment, my hands slipping beneath the hem of my shirt and cupping my breasts. Thank fuck, I didn’t put on a bra.

As Sean expertly sets my body on fire, I moan softly. I lean over his torso, careful of his arm in the sling, and swirl my tongue over his cock that’s harder than steel. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him down. When a rough growl rumbles in his chest, pride swims in my belly.

I bob my head like I’m going for the gold medal in what should be an Olympic sport—which I’d totally win. “Oh, fuck.”

“Ah, ah. No coming yet, not until you’re desperate for me,” I tell him after lifting my head off his cock.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grumbles against my cunt. I drop my head back when he begins eating me out in earnest. Pinching one of my nipples, I pull my own hair with the other as I give myself over to the pleasure. I ride his face as he edges me closer to an orgasm.

He sucks my clit into his mouth, adding a twinge of pain when his teeth graze the nerve endings. Bloody hell, between this man’s tongue and cock, he’s made of fucking magic.

My stomach tightens as I fall apart on his face with his name on my lips. I pant through the sensations flooding my body.

“My turn,” Sean insists, his breath skating over my pussy. I crawl off his face, slinking down his torso until I reach his crotch.

I turn so that our eyes meet. Humming in faux thought, I shake my head. “No, I think I’ll take another turn.”

I straddle his hips, but don’t sink onto his cock, just slide my wet cunt over his hard length. My clit is still so sensitive that it doesn’t take much friction to make my body tingle again.

“Louhi,” he growls, his jaw ticking and nostrils flaring. Shadows edge into his vision, and hope blooms in my chest. Yes, fight for yourself.

“Oh, is it too much?” I ask innocently. “But you’re such a good toy, letting me use you to get off.”

His eyes narrow and darken further. Just needs another little push. I reach behind me and cup his balls in my hand as I rub my clit against his shaft. He’s leaking like a fucking faucet, and I roll my hips.

“You’re so hard. Does it hurt? Is my messy little boy toy going to spill himself all over this stomach? Do you think you’ve earned my pussy yet?”

His beautiful, silvery-blue irises go pitch black, and he roars, “Enough!”

Sean

A Molotov cocktail of emotions explodes within me as I burst free of my binds as though they were made of spider silk. The ropes grate against my skin but are no match for the force in which I fight against them. They fall to the floor, the gravely bellow that rattles in my chest echoing through the concrete space as I launch myself off the table.

I wrap my one good arm around Lou’s middle and set her on the metal table so I’m the one standing between her spread knees now.

“Stop playing fucking games with me,” I snap, my face mere inches from hers. Her smile is maniacal, but she has no idea of the darkness she just unlocked. “You’re going to get so much more than you bargained for, baby.”

Her brown eyes blaze with the heat of a thousand flames, like I just promised her all the diamonds in the world. The tether holding me back frays entirely, the cords disintegrating, and that shit shreds altogether with her next words. “Bloody do it. Make me your pain slut, Sean.”

I fucking lose it. My chest heaves as I thrust a hand into her hair, roughly gripping her at the scalp. “I really want to hurt you, Louhi.”

Hurting Lou was originally a job, but then it became an obsession. She saw me for who I was, never balking, only embracing me as my dark monster held hands with hers.

Being on the other side of things in that prison changed things and made guilt swim in my gut. The danger of not being able to pull back looms large.

My inner sadist is screeching like a banshee, rattling the cage I’ve locked him inside. I had planned on keeping him tied up, but the moment Lou wrapped those binds around my limbs, it was only a matter of time before I fucking snapped.