CHAPTER 47
Riven
I Wanna Be Your Slave – Maneskin
His body is so damn close to mine, I can feel his heat seeping through his clothes, his blazing, glowing eyes fixed on me.
I can feel the unmistakable pressure of his arousal against my hips.
And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't affecting me too.
“It-It's...” I stutter.
Why the fuck am I stuttering?
Is my brain genuinely against me this one fucking time?
The one time I actually have to decide whether to listen to my body... or reject him again.
At first, I stole his shipment because I needed to make him come to me.
I got knocked out, I wanted his help with Kyle.
He might have information since he is a gang leader and I'm sure as hell not asking Renji.
And technically, he did come to me—just not the way I imagined.
“Beg for it, Riven,” Evren whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “If you take too long, I'll take you anyway.”
That's fucked up but it's hot.
Okay, I definitely need a therapist.
Like, 'Why do I hate him so much but still want him all over the tattoo studio that I own? Am I completely depraved?'
He'd probably say, 'Yeah... I think you need to be admitted to the psych ward.'
Gods...
What do I do?
“E-Evren... back off,” I start, but the words completely miss their mark. “Get off me. I-I don't want you.”
I push weakly against his chest, trembling.
“Liar.”
He nips at my earlobe before pressing his lips just below it. I can feel my face, my neck, my entire body flushing red.
“Evren… We came here for the shipment.”
He growls against my skin, tightening his grip on my hands and pinning them beside my head on my chair tattoo.
“I don’t give a fuck about it right now.”
He presses multiple open-mouthed kisses on my neck, making my heart race like a drummer.
I’m about to open my mouth and tell him to take his shipment and get the fuck out when he grabs the collar of my shirt and rips it open, leaving me exposed to his gaze.
I gasp, utterly shocked and a hint of arousal at the sheer savagery.
My hands push against his chest, violently but he doesn’t even move an inch.
“What the fuck are you doing Evren?!” I shout, but I’m not even convinced myself.
My tits bounce with the violence before he suddenly lifts me like I weigh nothing and unceremoniously sets me down on the long chair.
He flips me onto my stomach, bent over the edge, my legs dangling.
He rasps against my neck, I can feel and hear his hand fumbling with the waistband of his jeans.
“E-Evren…” I pant, my voice trembling.
I want to fight him, but gods, those two weeks, touching myself on imagining him looking at me in the corner of my loft with those glowing eyes—I’m at his mercy.
“That’s right Riven,” He growls as he frees his erection.
I hear him spit somewhere and a wet sound echoes, he is probably, roughly stroking himself before moving closer to my quivering body.
“That’s my name, the name of the man you rejected, you stole from—the man you shiver for.”
He yanks down on my black legging, tearing them apart with brutal urgency.
I can feel my pussy glistening with anticipation—I’m already wet without him even touching me.
I bury my face in the chair mattress, I’m ashamed of my body reaction, but also so horny.
A guttural growl escapes his lips before I hear him drop to his knees behind me and grips both of my ass cheeks firmly, spreading them wide and ducking his head between them.
My eyes widen, I can feel my walls clenching and throbbing for nothing.
Another wave of warmth washes through my lower abdomen, followed by an undeniable slickness.
I feel him take an eager inhale, relishing in my scent that flows up from between my legs like an offering.
It is one.
My body is offering itself while my brain is short circuited.
“Evren… wh-what are you doing?” I breathe, clearly out of breath when I haven’t even run “You can’t just…”
I thrash weakly beneath his hands on my ass cheeks.
“Then tell me to stop, and maybe I’ll stop.” He pauses “But if you don’t, I’ll devour it.”
My eyes widen, what do I do?
Fuck.
This fucked up psychopath, monster, is driving me nuts.
But he is also, honest about who he is to everyone. And I should start to be too.
Hating him doesn’t mean I can’t listen to my body.
Fuck it.
The flat of his tongue suddenly sweeps over my moist folds, teasingly brushing against my sensitive skin as it moves up and down my wetness, almost reaching my ass but always retreating back.
I tremble and grind my pussy unashamedly against his tongue, moaning into the cushion of the chair beneath my head.
He growls in approval at my response before intensifying his assault.
Slowly, he brushes my inner thighs with his fingers, creating a sensation that sends shivers through both of us—me particularly.
As he is near my pussy, I feel him plunge his index finger deep into my wet heat and pump it in and out with brutal force.
“Evren!” I scream out in ecstasy before being able to stop it.
My grip tightens on the mattress, my knuckles turning white, his finger curls and rubs at the same time.
The double sensation is killing me.
His tongue swirls around my clit while his finger continues its merciless rhythm, milking every ounce of pleasure from my trembling body.
His teeth graze against my clit briefly before taking it between them and gently pulling on it, making me moan even louder in pure, unadulterated bliss.
I’m almost at the peak, the pleasure-pain is too good.
But he stops abruptly, withdrawing his finger and tongue at the same time but not before slapping my pussy.
My cunt is dripping, glistening and clenching around nothing now.
I whine at the loss.
What the fuck?
I turn to face him, he is standing and looking down on me, his chin glistening with my juices.
His new scar on his lip; I can see it better with my arousal on it.
“Wh-why the fuck did you stop?” I ask, furious.
“What why?" he sneers mockingly, bringing his finger that was buried deep inside of me to my quivering lips.
“Suck it.”
I furrow her eyebrows in resistance, and he tilt his head curiously, a wicked grin forming on his lips as he witnesses my refusal to open my mouth to him.
His smile widens, knowing I won't submit that easily.
“Very well,” he sits on the chair I occupied before, and starts stroking himself in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine. “Have it your way.”
My eyes widen, it’s unbelievable, did he just…
He did not just do that. In another context, I would find it incredibly hot of him masturbating himself in front of me.
But he just denied me my peak.
That motherfucker.
His breathing becomes increasingly harsh and ragged as I see him applying pressure to the tip of his hard cock with his thumb, smearing precum over the head, over his piercing.
“Fuck.” He moans.
That did it, a man moaning is the sexiest thing he could ever do.
I slide down on shaking legs and start advancing to him.
He continues to frantically stroke his thick, pulsing cock in front of me.
“You just wouldn't obey,” He says coldly, still locking his gaze onto mine. “So I stopped giving you pleasure.”
His breaths grow more erratic as myself, struggling to maintain control, and not just jump on him.
My eyes travel his body, his jeans undone shoved to his knees, his compressive crop gym shirt, no sleeves.
His muscles straining as he moves around.
My gaze stops on his arms, of the work, I can see that both arms are covered in solid blackwork extending from the shoulders to the knuckles. Large saturated black sections are broken by flowing negative-space lines that branch organically across the arms.
The design wraps seamlessly around the musculature with subtle tonal variations and layered textures, without any recognizable figures or symbols.
The work is incredible, the linework. For a split second, I catch myself admiring it. I shouldn't be paying attention to something so trivial.
My lips part and my throat is gulping. I shift and rub my legs against each other.
I’m aching. I’m craving.
“See something you like?” he asks, his tone edged with mockery.
His voice cut into my thoughts like a blade, making me realize what I’m actually doing, staring at him.
“No, nothing at all.” I answer.
“Again, liar. Look at you, all needy for my cock.” He chuckles darkly without stopping. “Go on, take what is yours.”
He extends his legs and opens them to me. A silent invitation, a silent test.
I don’t even know if I actually go there or stay stubborn until my death.
When I just started to give in.
I slowly take a step towards him.
A crooked smile spread on his face.
“Ah ah ah, stop right there, troublemaker,” he orders “Crawl to me.” He points a finger to the floor.
The hell I am crawling to him.
“Fuck you.”
“Crawl or watch me.” He winks and continues his pleasure while I’m aching. “You can stay there, watch me finish in my hand, or you can crawl to me.”
I clench my jaw so hard it hurts. I will rip his dick out.
Reluctantly, I lower myself to my knees, then place my hands on the floor.
I feel humiliated and deeply aroused.
“Come on now.” He whispers, watching me over his eyes half lidded.
I scoff and slowly crawl the short distance between us.
I finally arrive at the level of his knees, I place my hands on it, and slowly use them to push myself up, not completely, I stay kneeling before him.
“Beg Riven.”
“Fuck you.” I spit.
He arches an eyebrow.
I mirror him.
He grins, and his free hand shoots to the nape of my neck. His fingers slide into my hair before curling around it, tilting my head back slightly and exposing the line of my throat.
His other hand never stops stroking himself.
“On her knees for me and still defiant.” He hisses through his teeth as I sink my nails into his knees. “Perfect.”
He guides my head slowly toward his glistening cock, I can see better his piercings.
I understand instantly what he wants.
I grab abruptly his cock.
Damn, it’s big as hell.
I lower my head and lick from base to tip before opening my mouth and taking him in my mouth.
I hear his breath hitches.
I groan in satisfaction and go as deep as I can take him, nearly gagging on him, before going back up to the tip, my tongue swirling on his piercing and underside of his cock.
“Riven,” He grits his teeth.
I look up at him and continue to bob my head, never stopping my relentless sucking.
He denied me, I will do it too.
His grip in my hair tightens, he starts guiding me, not forcing, as his hips buck forward.
“Fuck, yeah…” He moans “Just like… that…”
I accelerate the pace, taking him deeper, my eyes watering and gagging on him.
He tastes good and it makes me more excited to see him lose control.
I stop abruptly and release his cock with a wet pop, a thin thread of saliva connecting my lips to his cock.
His head snaps back toward me, his eyes glowing with barely controlled fury.
“Who. Told. You. To. Stop.” His voice is devoid of any warmth.
“Now you know how it feels to be denied.”
I wink, knowing well I’m signing my own death warrant.
His grip on my hair tightens just enough to hurt.
I hiss through my teeth and try to stand up.
“Oh, is that so?” His voice drops to a conspiratorial murmur.
He yanks me down, forcing me to go back on my knees.
“Yes.”
“Let's see about that.” His smile returns, but it makes my skin crawl.