Chapter 15
His command coupled with the pain he was delivering as those three fingers of his continued their inner assault on my walls, and his tongue on my clit. I let go as an incoherent sound broke free of me, and I could do nothing more than clutch the iron rail in my hand even tighter.
“That’s it, Bellezza. You taste so fucking good,” he rasped against my flesh while continuing to suckle my clit. And the vibration each time he spoke made me tremble more with pleasure.
I’d had oral sex with Drake, but he’d been more of a receiver than a giver. During those rare times it was reversed, he’d never made me come as hard as Zarren just had. I hated to even think about the louse, but it was difficult, as the only comparison I had was him.
Zarren’s tongue lapped at my flesh, but I continued to moan even as my legs cramped painfully from being held open so far for so long. Eventually, he removed his head from between my legs and stared up at me.
Our staring at one another was highly erotic. Seeing his chin glisten with my cum was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen in my life. He licked his lips with the same wicked tongue I’d just come all over before he slowly began to lower me back down to him.
When our faces were just inches apart, I could truly see how dark his eyes had gotten.
Usually gray like a storm cloud, they were now pitch black.
It reminded me of those tumultuous summer nights on my parents’ yacht.
Thunderstorms had been frequent, but they never scared me.
Not the sound of the rain or thunder, or wicked flashes of lightning.
They comforted me, much like his ebony orbs were strangely doing right now.
I shivered involuntarily, then tensed the moment I felt his hard shaft twitch between us.
Something felt different, and as he melded himself even tighter against me, the cold metal I felt began to make sense.
He was pierced, and not the single tip kind that some men had.
Judging by the row of metal, he had several.
“Zarren, I—”
My words were cut off the moment he slammed his mouth against mine. It was just like a few minutes ago, only now I tasted myself on his tongue and lips. Sure, I’d tasted myself on either my own fingers or a toy or two in the past, but nothing like this.
His tongue plunged deep into my mouth, cutting off my air supply, before he started to choke me again. I never thought I’d enjoy the feel of someone’s hand tightening around my neck, especially during sex when I’d be more distracted, but here I was.
God help me, I want him to tighten his hand even more.
What the fuck’s wrong with me?
Has the lack of air cut off something in my brain?
It didn’t matter because he must’ve read my mind and tightened his grip, causing stars to explode in my sight.
It was as if he’d known where my thoughts had gone.
Pleasure shot straight down to my core, and I was so focused on it that I didn’t even realize he’d lined his cock up against me.
It was only when he tore his mouth from mine and thrust fully into me at once that I felt the pain.
“Christ,” I cried out, before hyperventilating when he paused.
“This pussy feels so much better than I’d ever imagined it would, Bellezza. Do you know what it feels like?” When I shook my head, he smirked at me, and it sent goosebumps rushing to the surface. “It feels like mine.”
That was an oxymoron considering he’d constantly reminded me that I’d one day be handed over to another and I’d be forced to marry and produce heirs. If so, where was this possessiveness coming from? I had little time to wonder because he pulled back out, then slammed roughly back into me.
“So full... I can’t—”
“You can and you will. I’m going to fuck you so goddamned hard that you’ll feel every bit of my cock as it tears your pussy wide open.”
Damn! His words shouldn’t have made me even wetter.
Keeping the same firm grip on my neck, he pulled out, then slammed back into me a third time, which drew out another ragged cry.
This time, he didn’t pause as he quickly started to pound into me.
For someone who was on death’s doorstep not even twelve hours ago, he’d certainly recovered his strength and was using every bit of it to back up his promised words.
And I craved it all, and more.
I gripped his arms, then raised mine higher until I could wrap them around his neck.
I felt like a wispy feather in a tornado, and that was essentially what he was.
He’d torn into my life with the force and power of one as he’d wreaked havoc everywhere, but his actions had left me weightless as I was kept floating. At least until now.
In this moment, he was ripping more than just my pussy apart.
He was tearing down my resistance, and the walls I’d erected since finding myself in his company, and it terrified me.
The power he had over me in this short time was remarkable.
It was also scary as fuck, but he fueled himself on my fear.
I’d noticed it the first night, and it became even more prevalent now.
And just like a structure being ripped apart by the power and fury of a storm, I felt it all as he increased his speed and power, this time making me feel every painful second, especially from his piercings.
His size, the power behind every thrust, and those goddamn piercings were going to be my undoing. I’d never felt such pain during the act of sex, nor had I ever felt such pleasure. And the kind that didn’t just make you smile, but made your toes curl as your entire being shattered apart.
In such a short time, he’d kept me from everything I knew and loved while he imprisoned me, yet here I was ready to come for him again. Shame threatened to fill me, but I couldn’t force myself to muster enough to let it matter.
I should’ve been planning his execution, not swallowing his cock whole.
I should’ve been anticipating his downfall, not mine, as I inched closer to a climax.
I should’ve been pushing him away and demanding my release, not feeling some twisted fucking security in being in his arms.
Lastly, I should’ve been fighting him off with every ounce of strength within me, but as he started to hammer into me like some damn human power tool, my mouth opened in a silent scream as I readied for my next orgasm.
“Goddamn, Bellezza,” he rasped against me as his mouth moved hungrily over my jaw and chin, then hovered close to my lips.
I bit my bottom one before he took over. Now, the sharp sting from his teeth latching onto my soft flesh and pulling had another shudder rushing through me. Something tickled my chin, and I suspected it was his smirk upon knowing what his touch did to me.
I’d wanted so badly to fight him off, but I realized it wasn’t for any of the reasons I’d first thought it would be.
I had every right to be pissed and want to defend myself against his unlawful imprisonment, his violent outbursts, and the very fact that he dared to even suggest having any input in the rest of my life, but my sudden need to push at his chest before pulling him closer was for none of those reasons.
Is this some perverted fucking form of Stockholm Syndrome?
It was more than that. Zarren challenged me in a way no one else ever had, and while I still intended to fight his plans for me with every fiber of my being, I chose in this moment to choose my battles more wisely.
Since the moment he’d made me come with his mouth and fingers, I’d been anticipating coming on his cock as he so crudely put it. Those vulgar, obscene words of his also did something to me.
They make me feel alive. He makes me feel alive.
I was about to open my mouth to plead for a release when his lips came down hard on mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth, and while some time had passed between then and now, at certain times I could still taste myself on his tongue.
I weaved my hands through his shorter hair, even pulling on a few of the strands. He paused momentarily, then grinned against my lips. After, he reached down between us and raised one of my legs higher.
The change in angle of penetration made me absolutely fucking feral. I bit at his tongue and lips, even taking great pleasure in the way his teeth clashed against mine. All the while, he drove into me.
His freshly bandaged wound did enter my mind, but not enough to make me want to stop.
I was so close. It was as if I was literally dangling off a damn cliff.
Despite the danger and pain that awaited, I knew the pleasure would outweigh the fall entirely.
And it was something I wanted more than my next breath.
I closed my eyes the moment he tore his mouth from mine. A strangled cry was ripped from my throat. “Zarren, please... I... I need to—"
He pressed his forehead against mine as his thrusts slowed and his breaths came out harsh and heavy.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, and they flew back open on command. “I want to watch as you fall apart on my cock.”
Maybe it had been those words, or his next thrust, but I fell apart for him as his dark eyes stared not down at me, but what felt like straight through me. It unnerved and frightened me, but also made me feel seen.
And it hit me in that moment. Zarren had told me that he knew more about me than I did about myself, and I’d scoffed.
Now, as our eyes met, those ludicrous words never held such truth.
He knew about my life, and even an entire legacy I had no idea even existed, but it went beyond that kind of information.
He knew what I needed, even if it wasn’t what I thought I wanted, and he was forcing me to acknowledge it.
“That’s it, Bellezza. Shatter for me,” he urged as he reached between us and started to furiously rub my clit in an attempt to draw out another orgasm.
I stared into his darkened pupils and gave him what he needed.
It was moments like this that terrified me.
I’d always been one of those who liked sex in the dark, where I didn’t have to be seen, so I should’ve hated the very idea of him watching me fall apart.
But, I didn’t. Somehow, it made me feel more seen, and I wanted it. .. Loved it...