Chapter 75
CEZAR
It hurt to look at her. Not because of what she had done, but because of what I had done. She was hurting too. She was scared.
Adelina dug through her bag and pulled out a gun. Not something she usually took out of there. I knew what she wanted. She wanted the person who killed her parents dead.
Me.
She took her time crossing the room, letting the tension build. The gun was pointed at me. The muzzle inches from my mouth. She stared at me while her hands trembled. I smirked, trying to ease the pressure, even if my attempt was pathetic.
I stuck my tongue out and inched my head forward, licking the barrel. “Turns me on.”
Her breath stuttered. A tiny flicker of relief surfaced in her expression.
“It’s ok. As long as it’s you, it’s ok. It has to be you.” My head fell again. I couldn’t hold it up any longer.
Was there another way out?
Probably not.
I’d always told her she could use me however she needed.
“Let’s begin.” She didn’t sound convinced, not with the way her body moved. She rummaged through the bag and pulled out a strap-on.
I had wanted to try something like that with her for a while, but the nerves were getting to me.
“You know how to use the safe word…” She grabbed a knife and positioned herself behind me, like she wanted to say more but couldn’t. The buckles clicked as she strapped the harness to her hips. “Don’t move.”
The knife sliced my shirt open, and the pieces fell to the ground. “Do whatever you have to, Petal.” For a split second, there was nothing, no movement, no sounds, like she was thinking of what needed to come next.
She stripped my pants and left me exposed to the most vulnerable position I had ever been in.
SMACK.
“Fuck…” I bit out. I didn’t even see her grab a whip. The wounds my father caused were still fresh, so each hit sent a shock through my whole body.
Yes, erase what he had done. Make that pain yours.
I couldn’t help the quivering, I couldn’t control my breathing, I couldn’t handle all of these emotions. I sure as hell couldn’t stop myself from loving her even though I didn’t deserve to. This was my punishment, and I’d endure every part of it for her.
Already numb from the pain, I said nothing.
Didn’t move. Just braced myself and let it happen.
The whip hit the floor, echoing through the room, then cold liquid slid down the curve of my ass.
My muscles locked the moment her finger pushed into me, offering no time to adjust and no chance to breathe.
It was all too much, but damn it felt good. She was greedy tonight—I could tell she didn’t want to wait.
Does she not want to hurt me…?
All she’d ever used was her finger when her mouth was on me.
This was going to be different. I almost couldn’t wait for the stimulation.
After what felt like forever, the bottle clicked again.
More lube. More cold dripped down my skin.
The wet sound of her slicking the dildo made a shiver roll through me.
Then she pressed the tip against me, teasing the entrance before easing inside. I tried to breathe through it.
There was discomfort at first, the kind that gave way to pleasure the longer she worked me open.
Pleasure in the pain. Adelina knew exactly what she was doing, and I trusted her completely.
Her hands locked around my hips, guiding me through each movement, making sure I felt every inch of what she was giving me.
She must have noticed when my body adjusted to the sensation because then she started to fuck me, hard, shoving deep inside of me. Then nearly out and back in again—relentless in her rhythm. Each thrust interrupted every attempt to breathe.
Pure fucking ecstasy.
I could feel everything at once—blood warm against my back and lube down my thighs, tears spilling free without permission. I didn’t care, though. I was loving every minute of this.
For the first time in years, I was truly free.