Chapter 14
CEZAR
The candlelight flickered, painting her in gold, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.
She set the controls on the table, then gathered the edges of her dress and hitched them to her waist. With slow, deliberate ease, she spread her legs.
Her fingers traced over the lace of her panties, teasing herself like she wanted to kill me.
She gripped the armrest for balance, head tipping back into the cushion. Her muffled gasps filled the dim room, making me lose my fucking mind.
Her eyes kept shutting. Each time, she forced them open again, bringing them back to me as her fingers moved.
Like she needed to see it. Needed to watch the agony she was pulling out of me.
My attempts were useless—the chair never budged.
My hips kept rolling, chasing any kind of relief I could get in the restraints. The stain on my pants grew darker.
Then she moved the lace aside and eased her fingers into her pussy.
Slow at first, then deeper, spreading her wetness with every movement.
I could practically feel her heat from across the room, and it was torture.
Pure, exquisite torture. The way she fucked herself while holding my stare made the pain sharper, the pleasure unbearable.
How would it feel to taste her…
The hunger that seared through me was animalistic, something I couldn’t cage even if I tried. The clatter of chains against metal grew louder, my body straining as if I could break the chair by will alone. Petal came. Right there in front of me.
Her orgasm ripped through her, her mouth parted, her hand searching blindly for something to hold. She reached the device that controlled my restraints. And then—the chains loosened. I pulled hard against my newfound freedom.
My body wouldn’t move fast enough. She didn’t even realize what she’d done. Her breath hitched, and then I was there, towering over her with my bound hands pulled in front of my torso. Petal looked up at me, surprised. A sheen of sweat glistened on her skin.
“Let me clean you up,” I growled, dropping to my knees. My fucking arms were in the way. I wanted to be on her, inside her, one with her. Since she wasn’t about to unchain me, I had to get the restraints out of the way somehow. So, I went with the one trick I knew.
I used to do this at parties when I was younger, back when things were normal, and I still had actual brothers.
A loud pop echoed through the room as my shoulders dislocated. My arms snaked behind my back. With legs too long to make it easy, I still reveled in showing her just how flexible I really was. First impressions mattered. Then I’d show her what I could do with my tongue.
She trembled and jerked, biting back her moans.
I flicked my tongue over her pink, swollen clit, careful with her sensitivity but hungry for every sound she made.
If I were tortured tonight, she would be too.
I buried myself between her thighs and drew all of her into my mouth—soft sucking, slow laps—making sure not a single drop went to waste.
“You taste so fucking good,” I breathed, drunk on her, drunk on the way she was ruining me from the inside out.
I moved my mouth away slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along her inner thigh. Goose bumps blossomed across her skin. I kept going, sucking lightly, enough to mark her but not enough to overwhelm. Not yet.
All of her… I wanted all of her.
The only sound was the distant howl of wind outside the castle walls. Lina shifted into an upright position, but she didn’t push me away. As she settled, I rested my head near the mark I’d left on her leg. Her feet found their place on top of my thighs, where I still kneeled.
I watched the shadows of the light tell a story on the crumbling walls when a sharp sensation grazed my neck. It moved in a menacing, circular motion—one of her daggers. All she had to do was press down, and I would bleed out within minutes.
I wasn’t worthy enough to die by her hands, but she was the only one I would ever allow to end me.
I closed my eyes, breathing steadily. I could feel her hair brushing against me, tickling me. “Don’t move,” the Nycto Reaper commanded.
“I wouldn’t dare… Petal.” I took a deep breath and braced myself as the blade slid lower, tracing across my skin, dragging a perfect line all the way to my arm.