Chapter Nineteen
Orion
E mmy barged into our room like a raging bull, the sound of her heels clattering against the hardwood floor bouncing off the walls and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t amuse the shit out of me.
She was cute when she was pissed.
Her pretty blue eyes looked up at me, glaring deadly holes into my head, but all I could do was smile. “Enjoy your date, Tesoro? ”
“You’re an asshole.” She stormed towards me like a riled-up chihuahua.
“Yeah.” I shrugged, conceding to her words.
“I’m not playing these games with you, Orion,” she demanded, pushing her hands against my chest with force. Honestly, the wind could do more damage. “I’m not a fucking toy.”
Leaning up against the wall, I crossed my arms over my chest. I knew this was coming the moment I decided to say fuck it , so might as well get it over with. “I know that.”
“Do you?” Her voice rose, and she kicked off her heels for better stability, though it took the edge off her anger when she lost five inches from her height. “Because you’re giving me fucking whiplash with your mood changes, Orion!” She jabbed my chest with her finger, and my cock hardened with her attitude. “ Emmy, stay away. Wait, Emmy, come here. No, Emmy, go away .”
“You finished?” I said with a mocking grin, and I swear steam fucking poured from her nose.
“Is this funny to you?” she snapped, her brows knitting together as her eyes narrowed into blazing slits. If lightning struck outside, I wouldn’t be surprised. “You can’t keep playing with my feelings like this, it’s not fair. You either want me or you don’t.”
I lowered my face to hers, my grin still tugging at my lips. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
She groaned, and then she shook her head, her nostrils flaring. “I’m done with you.”
She went to turn away from me. I reached out before she could, grabbed her neck, and slammed her into the wall I was just leaning on. I put my face in hers, and our noses practically touched.
“As much as I love this little attitude of yours—” her eyes went wide with excitement, challenging me almost . Interesting. “—I can still taste you on my tongue and I’m fucking dying for more.”
Desire and defiance married in her eyes when I squeezed her throat, it seemed my girl liked pain mixed in with her pleasure. “Fuck you, Orion.”
“That’s the idea, baby.”
She went to slap me, but I caught her wrist with my free hand and pinned it above her head. “Wanna try that again, Emmy?” I taunted, raking my tongue over my lower lip.
Her pretty blue eyes flared with heat. “What,” she spit out with poisonous honey, “do you want from me?”
“Everything.”
Her breathing picked up as she frowned. She studied me for a moment, her throat bobbing when she gulped, and the sight went straight to my cock. “But what about Atlas? You said—”
“I know what I said,” I cut her off, I didn’t need a repeat. I was there , I know what I damn said. “But I’m done fighting this. No matter how far I run, I can’t escape you. You’re everywhere I go. You’re everything I see. You’re mine , Emerson. And I’m taking you all for myself.”
“You can try,” she warned, an inferno blazing in the pools of her oceanic eyes that seemed to melt the ice age surrounding my heart. “But I scratch and bite.”
I bit back a smile. I was counting on it. She craved dominance and wanted to be overcome by it. Her defiance wasn’t to overpower, it was to challenge. An invitation to wrestle for her submission. It wasn’t about proving I was stronger than her, it was about proving she could trust me.
Likely due to her fucker of an ex, the bastard hurt her for his own twisted cravings, and surrendering to her own needs no longer came easy.
Now she was selective with who she relinquished control to. As she should be. But she’d soon learn she would always be in control with me .
Releasing the hand I pinned above her head, I reached out and pushed a fallen strand of her chestnut hair from her face. She looked so pretty right now with her makeup on. Shame I was going to ruin it.
“Go ahead.” My gaze lowered to her now parted lips. Her breathing picked up, quick, hollow breaths gliding across my skin. “I’m not him, Tesoro. I’ll only give you what you want and what you’re afraid to ask for.” My lips hovered over hers. “And when I’m finished, you’ll barely be able to stand me not being inside you.”
Her tongue darted out of her mouth, licking her lower lip, while she gazed up at me through her thick, dark lashes. We watched each other in silence. The heady tension thickened with every beat of our pulsing hearts. My cock throbbed with the need to destroy her, and the images I had running through my mind…
“I won’t be just another woman you’ve slept with, Orion.”
“Don’t you get it?” I sighed as my forehead rested against hers. “You’re already so much fucking more than that. I don’t know what you’ve done to me or how the fuck you’ve done it, but I’m in this with you.”
“Kiss me,” she whispered, her eyes trained on mine while her chest rose and fell with each breath. “Make me yours.”
My lips slammed against hers, and I claimed her mouth as my own, swallowing her soft whimper down my throat.
She tasted like Heaven to my Hell, the closest I’d ever get to retribution.
My hand remained wrapped around her throat. But I didn’t choke her, I just kissed her so deeply she forgot whose air she was breathing.
I can’t get enough.
She whimpered when I drew her bottom lip between my teeth, piercing down, the soft sound shooting straight to my groin, hardening my already aching cock .
My free hand slid up the back of her dress and yanked down her zipper, making the material drop down her legs and pool around her feet.
I pulled away, taking a moment to appreciate her exposed body caged beneath me, devouring every detail and imprinting it in my mind. Curvaceous, clean-shaven, bronzed skin, and completely fucking naked. I still had her thong in my pocket from when I removed it earlier.
Her breasts were fucking amazing. Round and firm, they molded into my free hand perfectly. I pinched her hardened nipple, and my dick twitched when Emmy moaned at the pleasured pain. “Fucking beautiful.”
My cock was painfully hard with anticipation, straining against my zipper. I wanted to fuck her so bad, I was practically convulsing with need. Had been since I first saw her. Wanted it as badly as I craved to see her down on her knees with my dick shoved down her throat and her pretty blue eyes crying as she gagged.
My hand traveled down to her thighs, and I felt her gulp under my grip on her throat. I slid a finger over her pussy. She was so fucking wet already it had my mouth watering. “Did you let him touch you?”
She shook her head the best she could under my hold. “No.”
“Who’s allowed to touch you?”
“You,” Emmy whispered. “Only you.”
“Good girl.”
“But that means only I’m allowed to touch you.”
“Only you, baby.” I met her lustful eyes and hummed in approval as I tasted her on my finger. Her gaze was glued to my movements, her irises darkening with need as I cleaned her honey from my skin with a groan. She tasted fucking incredible.
She watched me with such curiosity, eagerly anticipating my next move like she was starving for something only I could give her.
Releasing her neck, I grabbed her wrists and spun her, pulling her back to my front. “Hands on the wall,” I ordered, a satisfied smirk crawling along my lips when she did as she was told. My fingers trailed down her spine, goosebumps rising along her skin. “Spread your legs.”
She did.
“Good girl.” I kissed down the indentation of her spine, her back arching into my touch.
I leaned down and looked over her pussy. Running my thumb over it, I spread her open and lowered my face, licking her pretty clit. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place when she quivered, and I was rewarded with a breathy whimper.
I slipped a finger inside her, forcing her to her tiptoes. So warm and fucking tight. Her neck fell back when I pushed a second one into her, making her suck in a shaky breath.
“Please,” Emmy gasped, pushing back into my hand. Her pussy tightened around my fingers as I started to get more and more aggressive. I readjusted myself, standing back on my feet with my front pressed against her, forcing a third finger into her. “ Oh God.” Her head dropped against the wall when I curled my fingers over that spot, over and over.
Her legs started to shake when I brought my other hand around her front so my thumb could play with her clit while my fingers fucked her roughly. Her body rocked back and forth, making her tits bounce against the wall. Her moans echoed throughout the hotel room; I swore it was like hearing angels fucking cry. She screamed out my name when her pussy clamped down, and she came all over my fingers, her hips bucking as she shook and trembled. Removing my hand and bringing my fingers to her mouth, I whispered roughly in her ear. “Taste how fucking sweet you are.”
She did as she was told, sucking on my fingers like her favorite lollipop and cleaning herself from my hands. I groaned when she hummed in approval, the vibrations from her throat rippling against my skin.
Her body was still shaking with aftershock when I lifted her and tossed her on the bed where I had my first taste of her lips. She yelped in shock when she landed on the mattress, and I chuckled at the stunned look on her face.
Her hungry eyes greedily took in my body when I pulled my shirt over my head, stepped out of my joggers and boxers, and freed my cock. Her eyes widened warily at my size, and her tongue darted across her lips. She was wondering whether I’d fit. I’d make it fit. I gripped my cock, stroking myself a few times. “Now, spread those legs, baby, and let me fuck my pussy.”
She drew her lip between her teeth, defiance swirling in her eyes as she watched me crawl onto the bed and tower over her. A pale pink flush of arousal stained her cheeks. I lifted my brow, silently challenging her, and smirked when she ultimately decided she was too needy to fight and her legs fell apart.
“That’s my girl.”
Gripping her hips, she gasped when I roughly dragged her towards me and raised the back of her knees onto my shoulders. I had imagined her like this—naked and beautifully sprawled beneath me—so many times I was half convinced this was just another one of those moments.
We had been fighting against this for so fucking long, driving each other to the brink of oblivion in the process. My mind had been plagued with countless thoughts of how she would feel, how she would sound, how she would look so perfect taking all of me. I wanted—no, needed— the moment to last.
I positioned myself and slowly inched inside her, the strength in my thighs almost crumbling into dust beneath me at my first feel of her. Fuck.
A hum of approval vibrated off her lips when I pushed further into her. I wanted to savor this moment, to draw it out as long as I could. I reared back, withdrawing right to the tip.
“Orion.”
Reluctantly, I pulled my gaze from between her legs to Emmy’s lustful gaze clouded with impatience. I chuckled and pushed in a little more, her pleased moan sliding down my spine and coiling at the base.
Over and over, I eased in further only to withdraw completely, driving us both to the edge of sanity. I was fucking mesmerized by the reactions she gave with every inch, taking more of me with each steady thrust into her.
“Orion,” she groaned.
“Yes, baby?”
“Stop teasing me—” I cut her off with a rough slam of my hips, giving her everything. “Oh, fuck.”
Jesus Christ.
This is what Heaven must feel like.
She was so fucking tight, it was almost painful. Almost . I watched my cock move in and out of her, her delicious moans dancing along my skin, and I was almost fucking done for.
I’d been fighting against this, against her , for so long that being inside her had my balls tightening already.
I dropped my face to her neck, trailing my tongue up her skin as I pulled my hips back and slammed them forward, forcing more inaudible cries from her. Her nails were clawing down my back, leaving deep scratches as evidence of our night together, and using her hold on me as a tether to her lifeline. She shouldn’t. I’d only encourage her to drown with me.
“ Fuck ,” I hissed. Her tight pussy clamped down on my dick. I started fucking her hard with fast thrusts. She was so wet and warm, stretching to accommodate my size with just enough resistance that I still had to force myself into her.
Pulling out of her, I gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. Slapping her ass, her moan drowned into the mattress as I slid back into her.
Placing my weight on one hand by the side of her head, I didn’t waste any time driving back into her, deeper and harder than before.
Her pussy clenched down on me and the headboard banged against the wall with each thrust, and every moan she uttered had my lips curving in satisfaction. Leaning over her, I fisted her hair and tugged her head back so her ear was just below my lips.
“Feel how wet you are for me?” I asked her, and she whimpered. “I fucking love that.”
She groaned in response, my hard thrusts forcing her body forward with every slam into her. Her body tensed, and her breathing picked up. The sound of her screaming my name filled the corners of the room as she came around my cock.
I released her hair and brought my arm across her chest as I sat back on my heels, forcing her body upright so her back was pressed against my front with my cock still buried deep inside of her.
My free hand gripped her chin, turning her head to face the full-length mirror at the side of our bed and forcing her to watch me slam my hips into her .
She squeezed her eyes shut when another throaty cry left her. “Open your eyes, Tesoro,” I demanded, my voice thick with gravel, dragging my tongue up her neck and making her shudder. “Watch how well your sweet pussy takes me.”
Her eyes snapped open and locked with mine in the reflection, beads of sweat forming on her skin as her head fell against my chest and her tits bounced with each drive into her. My chest ached, she never looked so beautiful.
I let go of her chin, cupping and squeezing her breasts instead, but her eyes remained open and fixed on us, hypnotized by the way I was slamming into her. She was panting between her moans, and her body trembling.
“Such—” thrust “—a—” thrust “—good—” thrust “—fucking—” thrust “—girl.”
This time when she clamped down on me, my balls tightened, and I pushed into her one last time. My muscles tensed and my cock pulsed inside her, pleasure rippling through me while we both came.
Un-fucking-believable.
I kissed her shoulder when her body sagged against mine and slowly pulled out of her. Probably should have checked if she was on birth control before I came inside of her, but it was too late to be concerned about that now.
Laying her down on the bed, I grabbed a towel from the bathroom and cleaned her up. She looked up at me through her thick lashes, her pleasure-glazed eyes drooping with exhaustion.
I pulled the covers back and she crawled under them. I slid in next to her, and she snuggled into my side. Pulling her closer, it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders now that I had finally given in to her. The monster in me fell asleep as she rested her head on my chest.
If this was madness, drown me in it.
“We should sleep,” Emmy whispered, her finger tracing circles on my chest, my dick still buried inside her.
We’d spent most of the night fucking. The sun was now rising, casting orange hues along the hardwood floor and spilling liquid gold through the crack in the curtains. I didn’t think we’d slept more than three hours but sleep was overrated when being inside her felt like my own personal Heaven.
“Sure, baby,” I murmured against her neck, slowly pulling back my hips and sliding back into her. My cock twitched at her exhausted whimper. “You sleep.” I drew back, sliding into her again.
But I was staying right here.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
I hummed against her skin. “Not God,” I told her. “Orion.”
I couldn’t get enough. I was addicted. Emerson Fields was my new obsession. She wasn’t just beautiful. She was otherworldly and vaguely threatening to the little sanity I had. Now I had a taste, I’d never give it up.
“Orion.” My name left her lips in a breathy cry .
I rolled onto her, caging her beneath me on the mattress with my forearms on either side of her head. She wrapped her legs around my waist, embedding me deeper inside of her.
“I’ve been fantasizing about marking this skin since I first saw you, branding you as mine.”
She peered up at me through her thick lashes. She was so fucking stunning like this. Sweating and panting. Her tired eyes brimmed with primal need and her head was thrown back with every thrust into her.
“Watching you shatter around my cock, screaming and whimpering because it’s too much.”
Her moans filled the room, and her hands tangled themselves in the back of my hair.
“You make me feel,” I told her and she clenched around me. “ You make me feel.”
My thrusts got harder, angrier, deeper. I fucked her like I hated her because part of me did. I hated how deeply she unknowingly buried herself into my skin without so much as trying. And while I may not understand the depths of my feelings for Emmy, there was no mistake about the fact I’d kill for this girl.
“You’re mine, Emmy,” I growled, her cries sliding down my skin like sweet honey. “And I’ll carve my name into your fucking back if that’s what I have to do for you to remember that.”
I’d never pretend I was good for her. I wouldn’t ever be her savior. I would be the anchor weighing her down into the body of water she was sinking into, drowning her in my darkness.
She smiled and engraved her hips into me like she was Hell and I was something holy. “As long as you let me carve my name into your chest with the same bloodied knife.”
Fucked. I am so fucked.
My lips slammed against hers, swallowing her moans while I kissed her so deeply, she couldn’t breathe. My hips rocked into her, the headboard slammed against the wall, and she clenched around me again while my balls tightened.
One deep thrust later, we were both panting like crazy as we came together, and the world shifted on its fucking axis.