Chapter 17 Duncan
DUNCAN
“Brave, filthy girl,” I growl, then go back to devouring her mouth.
Unlike the other kisses that came before, this one isn’t about hate, love, or even obsession.
Slanting my lips over hers and—yes—deepening our contact, it’s a descent.
We’re free-falling, tumbling, losing ourselves to this war of tongues and needs.
This beautiful woman wants it as much as I do. She groans into my mouth, slides her hands to my hips, gripping tight. Demanding more of me.
Each kiss makes her unravel further, and I can’t get enough. Of these more and oh God. Of these breathy moans she lets out.
I need more.
The offensive bandages covering her tits go behind her back one by one. She’s exposed to me now, completely.
Changing my grip, I wind my fist in her hair. I use the other hand to pinch and roll one of her nipples between my fingers. It tightens, harder than before, from my touch, waking as if it’s been waiting for me.
A dark urge insists I take even more of Elowyn. That I possess her completely. Not to stop. Not now, not ever.
“This.” My lips trace a hot path along her jaw, and she shivers. When I suck at her throat, she yanks me closer, despite our hips already being pressed together. “Belongs to me.”
I’m throbbing against her stomach, and fuck, she loves that too, grinding into me.
But I’m not so lost that I stop registering her responses.
I haven’t stopped doing it since she got here. Only difference is now, I don’t do it out of anger.
I make up for my lack of experience with attention because I love her.
When I move to her other nipple, circling it with my thumb, my mouth stops at her neck, feeling for her reaction before going further.
Her pulse stutters beneath my lips, the rhythm showing me exactly what she needs from me.
Which is more of what I’ve been doing so far.
I give it to her, playing with her breast a little longer.
The pressure in my cock and my heart tightens.
But it goes deeper than sex. Her light slips in, warming my cold, dark soul. Remembering how pure and good she is makes the reasons for her being here matter less and less.
Whether I’m second, third, or tenth on her list—whether she came here for my money or to save Barclay—I truly don’t care.
She lives under my roof. Responds to my touch. Arches her back for me.
The scars I carry beneath my skin, the anger I’ve been clinging to, my bleeding heart… I can deal with everything, as long as I get to do this. Kiss her swollen, wet lips again. Swipe my tongue against hers.
Eventually, I’ll make her fall in love with me.
It’s inevitable. Elowyn and I were meant for each other. My hands, my lips, my teeth, my desperate fucking groans, all of them.
I slide my hand lower along her ribs, down to her waist. With a tilt of my hips back, I can slide my hand between us and find that hot, pulsing clit, stroking it until she cries out.
Her pleasure fills the room, reverberating through me.
“The sounds you make.” I rub faster, being rougher the more she hardens beneath my finger. “These moans. They’re for me, little moon?”
“Yes.” It’s as though she’s beyond hesitating. Beyond etiquette. Her hands trail up my chest, to my neck, to my hair. Her nails scrape my scalp. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I stare down, my hold on her hair relentless.
A reminder that, for better or worse, there’s no getting away from me.
“You.” She scowls when I stop stroking her, seeking pleasure by rocking into my hand. “I want you.”
“Me?” I’ve always been addicted to Elowyn. Her softness, the goodness pouring out of her. But the dirty side she’s been hiding is just maddening, in the best kind of way. I’m going to force more of it out to the surface. “Or my cock?”
“Duncan…”
I cup her pussy possessively, halting her movements. “What. Do. You. Want?”
“You.” That you is an accusation rather than a plea. “I told you I want you.”
“Not good enough.” With the heel of my hand, I rub her clit. Start and stop. Start. Stop. “You know, I could go on like this forever.”
“Don’t.” She’s blushing. Panting. Groaning. “Please.”
“I’d start by using my hand.” I lean in so our lips brush as I speak. “Edge and tease you for hours.”
“No.” The need bleeding from her is erotic. Fucking tantalizing. I’ve been fantasizing about this for years. About the moment Elowyn will be begging me to finish her off. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, I would. Then, if you’re still withholding answers from me, I’d lay you out on this pedestal.
Push your legs apart. I’d tie you up. Put my mouth on your pussy.
” My fingertips skim her soaked entrance, and Jesus fuck.
It takes everything in me to hold back. “Lick you. Kiss you. I’d suck your clit until you cry.
Or until you tell me you want to be fucked.
” I emphasize the last word, my abs tightening when she gasps at how filthy I make it sound.
“Stop it.” The threats, the barely-there touch, it’s driving her crazy. Her hand is wrapped around my wrist, pulling me to her. “I can’t say these things.”
I pretend to soften, to be merciful by sliding a finger into her pussy up to the first knuckle. Stroking her gently.
“Hmm…” I start.
“What?”
“I wonder. How many hours would I have to spend between your thighs, eating you out?” My head pounds. My veins pump blood south. But I’ve waited for years. I can and will wait a little longer for Elowyn. “How many sheets we’d have to change while you writhe, weep and deny me what I want?”
“None,” she gasps. Her pupils are blown, pussy clenching, trying to suck me in. “I-I need you. Need your cock inside me. Please.”
“What was that?” I stop rubbing her, raising an eyebrow. “You say something, little moon?”
“Yes.” The sweet girl I remember is nowhere to be found. In her place is a woman who’s breathing hard, facing a monster. “Fuck me, Duncan. Fuck. Me.”
“That’s what you want? Really?” I release her hair and unclasp her collar.
The dress cascades down her body, pooling at her feet.
“Yes.” Voicing these filthy wants has sparked something within Elowyn. She doesn’t blink when she adds, “I need it. I need you.”
“One last thing…” I cup the side of her neck, compelled to feel each gasp and moan. “Tell me, have you really stayed a virgin all this time? Or are you a dirty little liar?”
I hold my breath.
Yeah, I’m being a tease. Being mean because it gets Elowyn wet.
But it goes deeper than that. I’m an obsessed motherfucker who wants her all to himself, even if I don’t have the right to.
“When you finally fuck me…” Elowyn’s newfound courage pushes her hands down my stomach.
She goes lower, over my tense muscles, until she starts to undo my jeans.
Her palms are trembling when she’s done. She’s unsure as she takes me out, being gentle when she wraps her fingers around my cock.
She has no reason to be insecure.
At all.
One simple touch, and I’m leaking.
“Fuck,” I groan when she starts stroking me, lowering my forehead to hers.
“When I bleed”—Elowyn’s eyes are dark as a starless night—“you’ll see.”
“Say that again.” I’m feral, sliding my arm around her back, flattening my wet palm over her spine. My other hand is in her hair, forcing her back to arch. She’s moaning when I circle her nipple with my tongue. “Be a good girl and repeat that for me. Dirtier this time.”
“When you put your cock in me.” She’s just as helpless as I am, releasing my cock and grabbing onto my shoulders. Hiking a leg over my hips, she rubs herself up against me. “When I bleed. You’ll know I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Fuck.” I catch her beneath the thigh, rocking her harder into me.
Precum trickles over her belly, my cock straining to pump the rest of my seed out.
But not on her skin.
I need it deep in her womb, where it belongs.
“Elowyn, I need you to know something. I don’t care if you’re doing this for him anymore.” Can’t stop this, touching, kissing, possessing her. “I’m fucking you anyway.”
“Why won’t you just believe me when I say I’m here for you?” Her heel digs deeper into my ass when she punches my shoulder. “Ugh, you’re infuriating. You have no idea what you’re talking about. None.”
“Don’t care.” I change my grip on her ass as I bend my knees and lower both of us to the pedestal.
“You… No. Enough.” She stares at me once her back lands on the surface. “I’m done talking. You promised you’d put your cock in me. So do it.”
“Look at you.” I peel her leg off me, then grab the other one too, her thighs molding in my grip as I spread them.
The beautiful shade of pink between her thighs draws my balls up. Makes my cock jerk, desperate to sink into her.
“Look at me? Why?”
“One second, you can’t say fuck, and the other, you’re demanding I tear your pussy in half.”
“It’s not like you leave me a choice.” She watches me crawling up her body, her eyes flicking from my face to my erection. “You won’t listen to my apologies. You won’t listen at all. So if sex is the only way I can have you, that’s what I want. That’s what I’m having.”
The cracks in my defenses widens further at her accusations.
At the honesty pouring from her. My walls are close to collapsing.
They were never meant to hold anyway.
I always loved her too much. Too fucking much.
I’m aware of how dangerous that emotion is. If this all blows up in my face tomorrow, I could spiral again.
It’s a chance I’m willing to take.
“That’s all you’re ever going to have. Me.” I’m being rough as I grab both her hands and pin them over her head. “You belong to me and no one else. Love me or not, I don’t give a fuck. You’re mine.”
“I am yours, just not how you think.”
My heart stops at that. Every muscle in my body braces for pain.
“Not for money. Not because I need some big man to take care of me. I just want you.”
Air, it’s coming in, clear and sweet. My pulse races again.
“You do?”
“You asshole.” Her eyes water, and she furiously blinks away the tears. “Have you not been paying attention? I’ve always belonged to you. Always.”