46. Veil
46
VEIL
T wo days later, the town car slows to a stop in front of Vore—a supper club in the Vorovsky neighborhood. It’s my first time being anywhere near Aleksandr’s territory since Mercy and Wolfgang’s wedding night, and I can’t ignore the dull sting at the very core of my beating heart.
I glance over at Gemini, facing me. His attention is already trained on me, his mismatched eyes dark and hungry. There’s a fresh stroke of eyeliner under his waterline, and his bruises have almost all faded from his stunning face.
His red tank top, tucked into black-and-white striped pants, hides his newly acquired tattoo, but I stare at the spot nonetheless. It shouldn’t please me so much, but it does. And the greedy part of me wishes it were visible, even when fully dressed.
I haven’t forgiven him yet, but with every passing day, I can feel the ice melting between us. The thaw is especially effective now that we are back sleeping in the same bed. Having his warm body curled around me as we sleep is soothing some of the burn still smarting inside of me. But sleeping is the only thing going on between us.
For now.
He offers me his hand.
“Come here.” His tone holds a similar hunger as to how I feel.
My lips curl into a grin, and I take his hand. He pulls me onto his lap, and I giggle, the sound surprisingly carefree, wrapping my arms around his neck. He peers into my eyes, his grin turning deviant as his hand smooths up my naked thigh, his fingers toying with the hem of my silver sequined skirt.
I lean down and kiss him. A soft press of our lips, gently parting for our tongues. It’s our first kiss since our rift, and the wait has made it taste ten times sweeter. When I slide my hand up to cradle his face, he groans as we deepen the kiss, his hand now grabbing a handful of my ass.
Our embrace doesn’t last long, but it’s enough to make me feel flipped on my axis. I keep my hand on his face, my thumb stroking his clean-shaven cheek as he gazes deeply into my eyes.
“I love you,” he says softly.
The pregnancy hormones and my already raw emotions for Gemini threaten a deluge of tears. Thankfully, we are interrupted by the driver opening the door.
With me still in his lap, Gemini lunges forward and barks, “Give us a minute!” Before slamming the car door closed.
His outburst triggers a fit of giggles as I wrap my arms back around his neck. He flashes me a boyish grin, circling an arm around my waist to keep me close.
“I have something for you,” he says, his voice low and conspiratorial.
My brows rise, and my curiosity is piqued, but I say nothing as his free hand opens the middle compartment beside us.
My stomach drops when I hear the sound of a chain before he lifts the leash for me to see. My reaction is instinctual; my mood sours as I push myself off of Gemini’s lap, but he quickly holds me in place.
“Wait!” he says, his fingers digging into my hips.
“I’m not wearing that thing ever again,” I hiss.
“What makes you think it’s for you, pet?” Gemini replies, his smile coy but arrogant, with that telltale shimmer in his eyes.
My breath dies somewhere in my throat, and I grow still in his grasp, my mouth falling slightly open. My gaze flicks to the leash, back to Gemini, then back again.
There’s no denying the spike of heat low in my stomach at the thought of parading one of Pravitia’s most powerful on a leash. Especially after everything he’s put me through.
“You’re serious,” I say, a little stunned.
“Deadly,” he answers with such burning heat that I can’t help but squirm on his lap.
Slowly, I open my palm between us, and his smile widens as he pushes the collar into my hand. I swallow hard as a surge of power zips through my body.
“I haven’t forgiven you,” I say somewhat petulantly as I curl my fingers around the soft leather.
“I know.” The tone of his voice has me glancing up, finding an aching truth in his eyes. “I am not a patient man, Veil Vulturine, but for you, I will happily wait an eternity for your forgiveness. As long as I am by your side as I wait for it.”
I am left breathless. His words, deeply moving, cause another wall to crumble down between us. Dropping the leash beside us, I kiss him with all the words stuck in my throat, curling my fingers into his tank top, dragging him even closer. His hands are in my hair, on my face, my neck, shoulders, breasts. Everywhere.
I’m so close to giving in.
So close to letting him ravage me from the inside out.
Instead, I slowly break off our kiss and reach for the collared leash.
The silent tension pulses around us as I slowly wrap the collar around his neck. My fingers delicately graze his skin, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob around a hard swallow, his gaze searing and locked on me. I notice he’s put his hands on the seat on either side of him, as if trying to hold himself back.
When I successfully fasten the collar to his neck, I trail my hand down the chain, slowly wrapping it around my hand, and tug .
Gemini lets out a low, carnal hiss at the sensation. His lips curl, showing his clenched teeth as he strains his neck, his eyes devouring me on the spot.
Another pulse of power, and this one goes directly to my core. I’m left stunned by the amount of lust wreaking havoc inside of me at the sight of Gemini like this. But most importantly, at the sight of me like this.
This kind of control is intoxicating.
Pushing myself off of him, I unfurl the leash out of my grip and sit across from him, still keeping the tail end firmly in my palm.
While my gaze is still fixed on Gemini’s, I slowly hike my skirt up my thighs, letting my knees fall slightly open, but stop just before revealing anything interesting.
Gemini’s body language turns taut, the toned muscles of his arms and shoulders cording with restraint. With a subtle snarl dragging his lip up, he looks like the very image of a feral dog on a leash.
I tug on the chain, and Gemini’s laugh is so deliciously succulent and dripping with lust that I can feel myself grow wet at the sound and sight.
“Take your cock out,” I order. “Show me how good of a whore you can be for me.”
His eyes flare, but never stray from mine as he quickly but steadily pulls out his already-hardened cock. My starving gaze dips to his thumb, rolling over his thick head and toying with his pierced tip.
Needing to feed the power growing restless inside of me, I pull the leash hard enough for Gemini to have to double over on himself.
“Spit,” I bark, and his dark laugh continues to stoke my flame.
He does as I said, his saliva slowly dripping over the head of his cock, and I loosen the chain for him to settle back into his seat.
When his gaze lands back on me, his blown pupils have swallowed his eyes whole. There lies a darkness I no longer fear, but yearn to match in its intensity.
Slowly, Gemini twists his fist down his shaft before tugging on it harder, his jaw clenching over and over with the rhythm of his fist. “Am I being a good enough whore for you?” he rasps, his mouth falling open in strained pleasure.
My clit throbs, and I resist the need to open my legs even further. Not yet .
I don’t answer immediately. My lips curve into a mischievous grin as I slowly extend my leg, placing the tip of my stiletto between his legs. “Not nearly enough,” I taunt as I lick my lips with such hunger that I half expect Gemini to lunge forward and pin me to the seat.
Instead, he stays perfectly still as I press the toe of my stiletto on his balls with slow, deliberate pressure. Gemini’s head falls backward, closing his eyes as he groans in pleasure. His fist pumps up and down his shaft, and the harder I press down on his balls, the harder he seems to fuck himself.
“Fuck,” he whimpers before his gaze snaps back to mine, a roaring inferno raging behind his blackened eyes. “I won’t last long if you keep going like that,” he pants, his voice low and gravelly. “Please,” he begs, “let me come inside of you.” He swallows hard, his hips pitching upward as I keep my foot between his legs. “Let me feel you squeeze around my cock before I die from this agony.”
We both fall silent, our eyes devouring one another as our rapid breathing fills the space between us.
I planned to toy with him some more.
To savor this moment until the very last drop.
But suddenly, I’m scrambling out of my seat, and Gemini practically catches me midair as our lips crash together in a rabid confession of shared desire and devotion. Our movements are reckless and frantic, a flurry of greed and lust so potent that I can taste it on his tongue.
Shoving my panties to the side, I take no time to sink onto Gemini’s cock, and we both groan in relief as he stretches me full of him. Our kiss turns sloppy and mindless. There’s no gentleness to our union. I fuck myself on him with absolute abandon as I keep the leash taut between us.
“You were made for me,” Gemini says against my kiss-swollen lips, his thumb slipping between us and finding my clit already soaking with arousal.
I’m breathing hard, grinding against his hips, his cock reaching places I ached to have touched.
“You were made for me,” I repeat, our foreheads pressed together.
He groans into my mouth before pulling out and flipping us over, my back hitting the seat. He leans down and drags his flattened tongue up my slit, sucking on my clit, and the sensation has me exploding into a million little pieces, my orgasm ravaging my senses.
Gemini ruts back into me with the force of a rabid animal, never letting me come down from the soul-wrenching place he just sent me to. My climax crests once more with double the force, and I curl my fingers between the leather collar and his neck as his dark eyes lock on mine. I witness the very moment his climax overcomes him. His hard, throbbing cock pulses deep inside me, fucking me full of his seed, and my body breaks into pleasured goose bumps.
This is mindless rapture.
Stripped bare and painfully human.
It’s breathtaking.
Powerful.
And just for me.