Chapter 13
Thirteen
A vra
A chill slid down my spine, and I swallowed it to ease my parched throat.
Eli wasn’t playing fairly, changing the dynamic of this game with a completely new rulebook.
“Don’t do this and make it something it can’t be.”
Quick as lightning, he clasped onto my throat, bringing his hard, erect body flush to my sopping pussy. I ground my pelvis to his thick, fabric-covered length to give my aching clit the friction it so desperately wanted.
“It already is. Your reaction says it all.” He rolled his hips, the torture so cruel and meant to leave me disappointed.
“It only means I like your big cock. ”
“You never stop challenging me.” He jerked me forward as he stepped back, forcing me to stand and making me positive I’d wear his marks on my skin from his rough hold.
Breath unsteady, I licked my lips and then smirked when his attention shifted to my mouth for a fraction of a second.
“Why would I?” I cupped him, squeezing his erection. “It makes you hard.”
“Are you saying this is only about your pleasure and not mine?”
I brushed my chest to his, resisting the urge to moan at the feel of his crisp hair rubbing over my erect nipples. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“You talk too fucking much.” He silenced me with a raw, brutal, bruising kiss.
A growl erupted from deep in my throat, and I slid my tongue alongside his. This was a rough and angry meeting of mouths mixed with a desperation I refused to focus upon.
I snuck my hand past the waistband of his pants and wrapped my fingers around his cock, the need for him growing at a fevered pitch.
This craving was complete insanity—to want a man this much. It shouldn’t matter that he liked I wasn’t meek or weak. As much as it angered him, it turned him on.
He broke the kiss. Fury lit his black irises. He released my throat and then threaded his fingers into my hair, pushing me to my knees, my face aligned with his crotch.
Goosebumps prickled my skin, and my pussy contracted, flooding with desire and coating the insides of my thighs.
Without a thought, I worked his pants open. His cock sprang free, a barest centimeter from my lips. A bead of precum wept from the flared head, and my mouth watered.
The urge to lick him, taste him, called to me. Just as I leaned forward and fell to the desire, he jerked my head back, forcing me to look up at him.
“Is that craving you feel right now only for your enjoyment, Avra? Is it only about my cock, and it has nothing to do with me?”
Why wouldn’t he leave this alone?
“Don’t read too much into this.”
“Are you saying any asshole with a big dick can satisfy you?”
“Stop talking and fuck my face.” I clenched my jaw, ready to stand up and punch him.
His hold on my hair tightened into a brutal, almost unbearable grip. “Answer me.”
“You know the answer, so why ask?” I glowered up at him, holding on to the waistband of his pants to keep my balance.
“Because I want to hear you say it.”
I shook my head as a lump grew in the pit of my stomach. “You don’t get to take from me and give nothing back. I won’t give you that power.”
“I already have it.” He gripped his thick, hard cock, pumping it from root to tip. “You’re my wife. I own you.”
“You don’t own me. You’re using me, for my name, to legitimize what belongs to me.”
He nudged my mouth with his dripping erection. “And you’re using me. ”
I had no chance to argue. With one hard, rough shove, he pushed past my lips, forcing me to take him as far as possible.
Tears burned the backs of my eyes as my gag reflex activated. He pulled out, allowing me only the barest moment to breathe before doing it again.
Asshole.
And I was just as much of one because I liked this fucking primal, depraved side of him. I hated that he knew this about me. I hated that he could draw this need out of me. And most of all, I hated that I willingly allowed him to do this to me.
What was wrong with me?
He repeated the steady thrusts into my mouth, growling as he ground his hips against my face.
“Put your fucking hands down.”
I obeyed, not realizing my fingers had worked their way up to his cock. The sounds he made as I stroked and touched him heightened my arousal, but he controlled all of this, and my role was to take what he gave me.
I settled my palms against my thighs as he pistoned his hips back and forth, hard and fast.
The ache between my legs grew, and I couldn’t help but squirm. My swollen clit throbbed, desperate for attention and relief. I whimpered and then hummed at the first taste of pre-ejaculate on my tongue.
My moans of pleasure seemed to incite a beast in him. “My wife, my little whore.”
Even though he was using me as an outlet for his furious lust and to make a point, I couldn’t care less .
I loved seeing him lose control.
I slid my fingers between my legs and worked my clit, needing some relief.
“Stop that, or I will tan your ass red.”
I wanted to scream at him, tell him to fuck off, and that he couldn’t stop me.
As if he read my thoughts, he pushed to the back of my throat and held still, making it so I could barely breathe. “If you want to come, move those fingers.”
Even through the tears clouding my vision, I was sure he saw I planned retribution.
He resumed his torture, powered into me, teeth clenched and neck strained as he watched his wet dick slide in and out of my mouth. Keeping my lips wrapped tight on his hard girth, I gazed right back up at him.
“Even if you want to kill me right now, I know how badly you want it like this, Avra.”
I tried to shake my head and deny his words, but it wasn’t possible, not with his movements restraining me or because we both knew the lie for a lie.
He grew harder and harder, and his movements went erratic. I braced for his orgasm, ready to swallow everything he gave me.
Except he pulled out, breathing in rugged pants and poising his angry hard cock in my face.
“Get the fuck off your knees.” He lifted me up and covered my mouth with his.
This wasn’t the wild, rough domination I expected but rather a slow exploration. My heart hammered in my chest .
What was he doing? This wasn’t him.
He jerked back, a glint entering his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved. He rubbed his thumb over my swollen lips.
“You’re the one who believes in actions and consequences. You sold yourself to me, thinking you could control me. Except you’re the one trapped. I own you. Your body, your desire, your soul, your heart, all belong to me.”
“Your imagination is getting away from you. No one owns me.” I shoved at his chest, failing in my attempt to escape his hold.
Instead, he pulled me closer, turning me, pressing my back against his chest, and whispered in my ear, “It’s acceptable to admit your plan didn’t work.”
“You know nothing of my plans.”
“That’s true. But I know the basics.” He walked me forward, pushing me against the table as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to bend until my face lay flush on the hardwood.
He slid his cock up and down the lips of my sex, then nudged my opening without pushing in. “We married to use each other.”
“That’s right,” I gasped and lifted my ass, hoping to get him to slide in the way I needed. “Nothing more.”
“Nothing more,” he repeated and slammed into me.
I screamed out Eli’s name as the pleasure-filled pain engulfed me. He gave me no chance to regain my breath, setting a relentless pace. The table jerked and shook with the force of his thrusts, and there wasn’t anything for me to do but take what he gave me .
I held on to the edge of the wood, loving the feel of him inside me. With each slide, the sensations grew, and my muscles quivered and contracted.
“Right now, you’re using me for my cock, and I’m doing the same for your cunt. Isn’t that right, Avra?”
“Stop talking and fuck me.”
He rolled his hips in a way that hit that spot deep inside me, making me buck and want more.
“More, Eli. More.”
He gave me what I wanted, but not enough to send me over. “This is only sex, am I right? An arrangement. Something equivalent to a business deal, nothing else.”
He pounded into me. His heavy breathing and grunts added to my arousal.
Why couldn’t he let this be just sex?
Making it anything else meant pain and hurt in the long run.
“I want an answer, Avra.” His fingers worked their way between me and the table.
He scissored his fingers around my clit, stroking back and forth. A guttural moan erupted from deep in my throat, and I ground my pelvis against his hand.
“Please, I need to come.”
“Are you begging?”
I ignored the question and said, “Make me come. I am dying.”
“Then tell me if this is only about using each other.”
“Why?” I thrashed, the burning in my body overwhelming .
The arousal and throbbing pushed at every part of me. My nipples begged for attention, and my clit hated the teasing of Eli’s fingers.
“Because I want you to admit what I already know.”
I clenched my eyes tight.
“I won’t give you that power over me,” I admitted as a sinking feeling settled in the pit of my stomach, as the madness of the desperate need to come prickled my skin.
He pulled out, turned me, and then positioned me on the edge of the table before thrusting back into me.
He gripped my jaw and brought his face to mine until we were nose to nose. “I already have it.”
“It isn’t fair. You get everything and leave me with nothing.”
I regretted my words immediately. Revealing my vulnerability gave Eli more power.
“How so? It’s a balanced scale.”
A lump formed in my throat as I stared into his eyes. Without realizing I had moved, I held his face in my hands.
“We can never trust each other.”
He shook his head. “No, we can’t.”
In the next second, we sealed our bodies together. The fucking was brutal, untamed, and a complete claiming.