Chapter 24 #2
Her cunt clenched around me like a fist, her body fighting the intrusion even as it melted into me.
I groaned, my hips rolling in shallow, careful thrusts, giving her time to adjust. Every inch was torture—her heat, her tightness, the way she whimpered with each slow push.
My cock throbbed, desperate to bury itself deep, but I forced myself to stay controlled.
"You like this, don't you?" I murmured against her ear, my hand still circling her clit. "Letting me fuck you right here in your precious bookstore. Anyone could walk in. Anyone could see you like this—spread open, taking my cock like the dirty slut you are."
She made a broken sound, half protest, half moan, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Shut up," she gasped, but her hips rolled up to meet mine, her body already craving more.
I chuckled darkly, my thumb pressing harder against her clit.
"No, baby. You don't get to tell me what to do.
Not when you're dripping all over my cock.
" I pulled back just enough to watch my length glisten with her arousal, then pushed in again, deeper this time.
She cried out, her back arching, her tits pressing against my chest. "That's it.
Take it. Take every fucking inch like the greedy little whore you are. "
Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body trembling beneath me.
I could feel her pulse racing where my hand still cradled her throat, her heartbeat wild and erratic.
"You want this," I growled, my hips beginning to move faster, my control slipping.
"You want everyone to know who you belong to.
You want them to see you like this—used, ruined, mine. "
She shook her head, but her cunt clenched around me, her body betraying her. "No," she whispered, but it lacked conviction.
I smirked, my thrusts growing harder, deeper.
"Liar." My hand left her throat, gripping her hip instead, my fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to bruise.
"You love it. Love being my little slut.
Love letting me fuck you wherever I want, however I want.
" I snapped my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt, and she screamed, her nails raking down my back.
"That's it. Scream for me. Let them all hear you. "
Her cunt clenched around me like a vice, her body trembling as I worked her clit in tight, relentless circles. "That's it," I growled, my voice rough as gravel. "Come for me, Belle. Come on my cock like the good girl you are."
Her breath hitched, her nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
I could feel her getting close—her walls fluttering, her thighs shaking, her entire body tensing like a bowstring about to snap.
"Gideon—" My name spilled from her lips in a broken gasp, and fuck if that didn’t make my cock throb even harder inside her.
"Louder," I demanded, my thumb pressing down harder on her clit. "Scream it. I want to hear you scream my name when you come."
She shook her head, but her hips bucked up to meet my thrusts, her body betraying her even as she fought it. "I—I can't—"
"You can," I snarled, my hips snapping forward, burying myself deep. "And you will." My free hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to force her to meet my gaze. "Now, Belle. Now."
Her eyes locked onto mine, wide and desperate, as her body finally gave in. Her cunt clenched around me so tight I saw stars, her back arching off the table as she came with a cry that echoed through the bookstore. "Gideon!"
Fuck. Fuck.
Hearing my name on her lips like that—broken, needy, mine—sent me crashing over the edge right after her.
My orgasm hit like a freight train, my cock pulsing deep inside her as I came harder than I ever had in my life.
Every thrust sent another wave of pleasure crashing through me, my release spilling into her in hot, thick spurts.
I could feel her walls milking me, her body taking every last drop I gave her.
"Fuck, fuck," I groaned, my forehead pressing against hers as my hips stuttered, my cock emptying itself inside her.
It was too much—too intense, too right—like every nerve ending in my body was on fire.
I could feel her, all of her, her heat, her tightness, the way her cunt clenched around me like she never wanted to let go.
And I didn’t want her to.
I wanted to stay buried inside her forever. Wanted to fill her up so full of me that she’d never forget who she belonged to. Wanted to mark her, claim her, keep her.
Mine.
Finally fucking mine.
My phone vibrated against my hip, the sound jarring in the silence of the bookstore. I cursed under my breath, my cock still buried deep inside Belle, her walls fluttering around me in the aftermath.
Slowly—so fucking slowly it hurt—I pulled out of her. She whimpered at the loss, her body still trembling, and I groaned at the sight of my come threatening to spill out of her swollen cunt.
No.
I grabbed my phone with one hand while the other cupped her pussy, my palm pressing firmly against her entrance. Keeping my seed inside her where it belonged.
"Hello?" My voice came out rougher than I intended.
"Gideon." Hades' voice cut through the line, tense and urgent. "We need you. James is about to get his ass kicked."
I glanced down at Belle—flushed, disheveled, still spread open on the display case like a goddamn offering. My jaw clenched.
"Where?"
"McGinty's. Downtown."
"I'll be there."
I hung up before he could say anything else.
Belle's eyes met mine, wide and unfocused, her chest still heaving. I pressed my hand harder against her pussy, feeling the heat of her, the wetness of us mixed together.
"I need to leave," I said, my voice low. Final.
Her breath hitched.
"I'll be back." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear. "Keep your pussy filled with my seed, Belle. I'll be back to check."
She made a broken sound—protest or agreement; I didn't know, didn't care.
I straightened, tucking myself back into my pants, my hand lingering one last moment before I forced myself to step away.
Then I left her there.
Breathless.
Ruined.
Mine.