Chapter 17 #2
“Fuck me,” I demanded, my body straining against the ropes, frantic to take control of my own pleasure. I remembered his command to fight him and happily obliged, tightening my thighs around his hips, trying to buck him off.
A low, dangerous sound rattled in his throat, almost an alpha sound, and my heart skipped, but then he pinned me to the bed with a hand at my throat, his other grasping my hip as he resumed driving into me.
The pace was sinful and cruel and I was in danger of my eyes rolling again as he lit up every pleasurable spot inside me.
He loved the way I fought him, craved it, thrived on it, but I saw the real darkness come to life inside him when he pinned me down and made me take everything he had to give.
His hands would leave bruises. His cock would leave soreness I’d feel for days.
His eyes would scorch the sensation of his stare on my soul forever.
I fought to keep my eyes on his as I climbed higher again, a violent tremble beginning in my legs, spreading to the rest of me.
If he stopped now, I’d find a way to free myself and get that knife.
“Please,” I begged in desperation, so close to the edge that my pussy fought to keep him inside and I could hardly breathe.
His hand left my hip, splayed across the curve of my mound, and a single firm brush of his thumb to my clit was enough to combust me.
Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and I didn’t care that they’d fallen shut because nothing could take this pleasure from me now.
It spiked even higher when Cobra groaned, the ruthless grip of my inner muscles dragging him over the edge with me.
His body covered mine, his hands sinking into my hair, gripping tight enough that my hips jerked at the extra sensation.
Little ripples of euphoria made my head float at the same time my body sank, weightless, boneless.
I felt powerful. Dangerous in my own right.
The darkness tried to drown me, the memories tried to steal this from me, but not only did I battle through them, I came so hard I saw stars.
I fucking won.
Cobra’s teeth scraped over my throat before he placed a kiss on my lazy pulse, and for a long moment we stayed connected like that. I didn’t even care that my arms were aching from being bound to the headboard, or that the darkness kept trying to rise, to cover my head until I drowned.
“You held back,” I accused when my heartbeat had settled, my brain drifting back.
His reply was a grunt, but I took it as confirmation.
“Why?”
“Didn’t wanna fuck you up too badly,” he mumbled, his face pressed to my shoulder, warm breaths skating over my skin.
Cobra hated touch. I suspected that was why he needed me tied up; so he had total control over me, yes, but also so I couldn’t put my hands on him.
He found physical contact utterly repulsive and yet here he was, all my skin against all of his, acting like this was normal.
Stranger, he was acting like he enjoyed it.
“I told you I can take it, and I meant it.” My arms were starting to ache; I adjusted them with a wince. “You won’t scare me off. I trust you.”
His immediate laugh was… insulting. A knot formed in my stomach, anger building in my chest.
“It’s not a fucking joke,” I snapped. “Untie me so I can stab you.”
He snorted, like I was just playing, but the knot in my stomach only grew.
“Alright, alright,” he huffed, completely at ease as he sat up and unfastened my hands. I waited until he unwound the knots at my ankles to drive my fist into his shoulder, hard enough to leave a nice big bruise.
“My trust is not a fucking joke,” I snarled, throwing myself off the bed and grabbing my bag. I dragged a shirt—his—angrily over my head. I’d sleep in my own damn room for once. I didn’t need this asshole to sleep through the night; I’d be fine.
I bared my teeth when Cobra reached for me, ignoring the way muscles flexed in his arms, ink shifting over his body. I ignored the confusion in his venomous eyes.
“Lynn, I didn’t mean anything by it. Not about you, anyway.”
I eyed the knife as I rounded the bed, willing to stab him just to purge this awful, crushing pressure in my chest. I’d never experienced this before, never known sex could make me vulnerable.
But I shouldn’t have been surprised. I let him tie me up and hate-fuck me, fought back my darkness just to stay in the moment, and he dared to laugh at the trust I placed in him?
“If I don’t hold back, it’s too fucking much,” he snapped as I reached the door, getting to his feet like he’d plead with me to stay.
“Lynn, it could completely screw you up. I told you I need to make it hurt, to deal out pain instead of taking it, to turn the fucking tables so I’m the one who doesn’t come out broken.
But that means you do come out broken. And call me a fucking asshole, but I don’t want to do that to someone I give a shit about. ”
“You’re a fucking asshole,” I said, taking the opening he gave me. “And you underestimate me. You don’t know the darkness that lives in my head, Cobra. And you clearly don’t give a shit about how I felt when we fucked.”
“I do,” he argued, raw and snappish. “Do you think I didn’t see every time you went back to that place? Do you think I didn’t see it fucking haunting you, Lynn, because I did.”
“And I beat it,” I shouted, shaking, overcome with a hundred different emotions.
For a whole minute, everything had been perfect.
Overwhelming, but perfect. “I fucking won that fight, Cobra. The darkness tried to drown me, but I survived, and it felt good. And you have the absolute fucking nerve to try and take that from me? To make me feel bad about what happened?”
He stood there, naked, staring, without words for the first time since we met.
“Fuck you, Cobra.”
I left him standing there and slammed the door behind myself, not particularly caring that people were probably sleeping.
“Damn, Lynn, bring the whole clubhouse down around us, why don’t you?” Devil snarked, immediately throwing up his hands when I spun to face him.
“Do you want a drink?” I asked, marching towards him, raising an eyebrow at the pile of laundry on the floor. Aww, I scared him so much he’d dropped his washing? Cute. “I want a drink.”
“Sure,” Devil agreed, running a hand through his dirty-blonde hair. “Do you want some pants first? And—I say this as your friend, who cares about both you and your reputation as a terrifier—maybe a shower?”
I stopped dead, my nostrils flaring. And that’s how I found out I had Cobra’s cum rolling down my thigh.
“Fine,” I sighed.
“I’ll grab a few beers and meet you in the gym,” he offered.
It wouldn’t be the first time we’d worked out drunk, both critiquing each other’s form with various levels of scathing comments.
It was different than spending time with Cobra or the girls, a strange combination of both.
It helped that Devil loved to bitch and gossip about people, but never said anything deeply hurtful.
He also overshared when he was drunk, which was fun.
And if I wasn’t mistaken, the glossy sheen to his eyes meant he was already several drinks in.
“Why are you doing your washing while drunk?”
“Nothing better to do,” he muttered, surly. No, sad. Miserable even.
I groaned, and realised why he so easily agreed to a drink. “You want a heart-to-heart, don’t you?”
“Running into you was a sign, honestly,” he said, scooping his clothes off the floor. “I was going to throw my head in the washing machine and see if that helped.”
“Doubt it,” I said with a frown. I had my issues and Devil had his. Namely, his mate not knowing she was his mate and seeking comfort in the arms, and beds, of other men. And this motherfucker had sworn me to secrecy, so I couldn’t even tell her. “Fine,” I sighed. “Let me shower, then we’ll talk.”
Anything beat going back into Cobra’s room and facing my own problems.