Chapter 18 Tristan #2
“Ah, baby, you think you can break up with me? You’re mine for fucking life. So, get that through your extremely smart brain.”
“You’re insane.” She crosses her arms, jerking her chin at me. “What? You’ll force me?”
“Call it whatever you want. I will drag you back to me, willing or unwilling.”
“I can’t believe you… I…,” she stammers.
“Deny it,” my words scrape at my throat, my voice coming out hoarse. “I bet you’re fucking wet. You never wanted a nice guy. You’ve deluded yourself like you’ve pretended your entire life. One glance sufficed to surrender. You have a dark side, a mad one too, that somehow spoke to mine.”
“I… No, that’s not true.”
“Shall we test that?” I challenge, cutting the inch of space between us.
She takes a step back, stirring the predator.
“Don’t run, or I’ll chase you.”
The moment her back hits the wall, she turns around to dart out, but I yank her by the elbow, shoving her down onto her knees.
Her eyes take on a glazed-over hue, but there are still sparks of anger, making them appear like emeralds.
I fist my hand in her hair, holding her still before I tug her head back, forcing her to look at me—see I have all the power while being fucking powerless for her. A contradiction I quit trying to understand.
“Surrender. Accept. Let go.”
“Keep thinking that,” she says, making me want to earn her submission that much more.
“Want to be a brat? I’ll treat you like one.”
I pull my hard as fucking granite cock out and slap her mouth. “Open.”
“I’ll bite it.”
“If you do, I’m going to pound your throat so fucking hard you won’t be able to sass me.”
A shiver rocks her, causing a pant to part her lips.
I incline my head, gorging on this fascinating woman of mine, smirking. “But again, I think I’ll fuck it hard one way or another.”
I thrust my cock into her mouth, and her eyes instantly tear up. “You look so beautiful. On your knees. Mouth full of my cock.”
She curses me through a mouthful of cock, the vibration only heightening my pleasure. Her eyes turn to slits as she digs her nails into my ass, hard enough to leave half-moon prints on my skin.
“Remember who the fuck owns you every time you think I would ever let you go. You sealed your fate on the night you crashed into my life. I didn’t invite you in.
I tried to fight it. In vain. And then I said, fuck it all.
It’s a losing game. You won. My heart. My life.
My fucking everything. I’ll always give in when it comes to you.
For the first time in my life, I did what I felt. You consume me, Viviana.”
Her eyes soften, her grip loosening as she opens her mouth of her own volition, undoing me. Her submission liquefies my heart, causing emotions to spill out of me.
“I love you. I’ll love you until my last breath, even if you hate me. Even if you reject me. I won’t ever be sorry. You infected my bloodstream with a sickness I can’t cure. Your presence only makes it bearable. So no, I won’t ever give you up even if you beg me to for the rest of your life.”
Her features lose any trace of hardness, the fight disappearing from her face. The seductress takes over. Pumping my cock, she licks the protruding vein on my length, teasing my slit with her tongue.
My knees buckle, the pleasure threatening to knock me down, and I slap my palm on the wall to support myself while she rocks my damn world. “I might be the one fucking you, but I am just as fucked.”
She releases my cock with a pop. “Please, fuck me. Show me who I belong to,” she rasps.
I trace her lips with the head of my cock. “Does my woman need a reminder?”
She shakes her head. “Not a reminder. A testament.”
“Whose are you?”
“Yours, Tristan,” she breathes out.
“Worship my cock, Viviana. Don’t stop until I come down your pretty throat,” I demand, watching her through half-lidded eyes.
I’ve taught her too fucking well because she decimates my control like nothing else. Each pump, each lick shows who owns whom.
I am trying to teach her a lesson, but she so proficiently controls my pleasure, her talented mouth and ambitious side entering a competition to see me break, come undone.
“You want me to serve, I’ll serve, cuore mio. But while I am on my knees, sucking you, you’re literally at my mercy. Don’t forget that.”
Fuck, I love when she calls me that, even if in this instance it’s more to prove a point.
Eyes locked, I stroke down her hair and curl my hand in a fist around her strands, tugging her ponytail. “I’m not the one disregarding facts.”
I said the wrong thing because a mischievous gleam shines in her eyes.
She edges me so fucking well by poking the tip of her tongue in the tiny slit, then licking the vein on my shaft, sending a current to zap through me, electrifying every nerve ending.
I am wired tight, desperate to discharge.
But every time I am about to crash through satisfaction’s door, she shuts it in my face, keeping me on the brink.
This damn brat. My arms fall to my sides, limp as she sucks the soul from me. Clenching them, my entire body tenses to the point I am about to snap.
“Stop playing games. Make me come,” I urge, my voice ending on a plea.
“What’s the magic word?” she says, nibbling the head before she takes me down her throat, and kisses my groin.
I brace against the wall, my legs threatening to give out. It feels so good, I stand no chance.
“Fuuuck, Jesus Christ.” I forget my own damn mind.
She grazes her teeth along my length, causing every hair on my body to stand up. No woman has fucked with my head like this, owned my pleasure like this.
Making her my wife will be the most dangerous thing I have ever done. She could destroy me.
“That’s not it,” she hums around my cock, playing with my balls before stopping.
She is in charge, controlling my release, and is not shy about showing me.
“Fucking please. You’re killing me,” I groan, giving in.
It’s more than satisfying a physical need; it’s the embodiment of my submitting to my fate of pleasing her.
Every nerve ending snaps, the pleasure breaking me as I fill her mouth with my cum, coming so damn hard that my vision blackens for a few seconds.
I close my eyes, needing a moment to gather myself.
When I look down, she stares at me, a goddess who knows her worth and what she’s capable of, making me fall even deeper in love with her.
Her face radiates. “I like this method of settling our differences.”
“Why? Because you win?” I ask, my voice sounding scratchy, unfamiliar to my own ears.
She tilts her face, biting her lip. “You needed a humbling experience.”
“I’ll show you a fucking humbling experience.”
Picking her up, I gather her in my arms, coming to an abrupt stop in the hallway. I won’t make it to the bedroom, so I rush into the living room, throwing myself on the sofa.
Lifting her by her waist above my face, I say, “Put your pussy on my face.”
She might own me, but I own her pleasure, and I won’t be satisfied until she blacks out because it’s too much. Maybe then she will understand a smidgen of how she makes me feel—teetering on the edge of madness.
“What? No, Tristan,” she says with a hint of curiosity, her brows furrowing. “What if I suffocate you?”
Gripping her thighs, I demand, brooking no argument. “Do it. Now.”
Not me rewarding this brat, but again I am powerless over her.
Reluctantly, she places her knees on each side of my face and lowers herself, meeting my eager tongue. The first contact turns her into a goner, like I knew she would.
She’s so wet, her juices flow down my chin as I lap at her, eating her like I am ravenous.
Ambrosia has nothing on her sweet taste.
Flattening my tongue, I drag it from bottom to top before entering her again and fucking again.
She’s a moaning, whimpering mess above me, and I switch to nibble on her tiny bundle of nerves, coaxing every bit of pleasure to satisfy a hunger as insatiable as my need for her.
I don’t stop, can’t stop even if she begs me to, but I know better. Her thighs pressing against my face, grinding against my mouth betray a woman with a mission. I am eager to assist, delivering her the ultimate satisfaction.
Rivulets of moans flow from her mouth just like her juices coating my chin—unabashedly using my tongue to get off. My greedy little thing I love to make a mess of.
“That’s my good girl,” I say, biting her clit.
She screams the whole place down, chasing her release, making me so damn hard, my cock leaks as if to ease the pressure building inside.
I lift her body and push her down my cock in one thrust. “You might rule my world, Viviana. But I command your body, baby.”
Her wetness slides over every inch, sucking me in, and making it easier for me to push to the hilt inside her, fucking her like that’s my destiny, the only purpose in my life.
It transcends the physical desperation to have her. It’s a raw need to be joined with her in every way.
“Don’t come. Don’t fucking come yet,” I grit out when I feel her contracting around me.
“Please… no… why?” she whimpers.
“I want you to experience being in my place. That I have no power when it comes to you,” I blow out a ragged breath.
I keep her tethered on the edge, postponing both our orgasms, aware the release will be so much sweeter.
“Come,” I command, the call of pleasure impossible to reject a second longer.
“Tristan,” she cries out my name in sheer abandon, sounding grateful for giving her permission to break apart for me.
Viviana buries her face in my chest, seeking comfort and approval. She’s vulnerable after sex, and I kiss every inch of her flushed face before I gather her in my arms, carrying her upstairs.
“This is where you belong. In my arms. In my bed. In my life. And if I must remind you for the rest of our lives, I will.”