Chapter 18 #2
In a world full of snakes, it’s good to keep your grass cut low—to see them wander around, keeping only the ones that help hunt the pests. I take the invisible deal she’s offering me—sealing our arrangement.
Not out of love. Nor loyalty. Only survival.
Fabiola trails wet kisses alongside the length of Zayden’s neck, her manicured nails gliding over his chest and shoulders, making sure to dig deep into his flesh, leaving red marks over it.
The sight overrides every ounce of restraint I have left, leaving only sheer possessiveness.
I pull them out of their little bubble, fisting Zayden’s hair.
“Let’s show her who you belong to,” I say through clenched teeth, making him crawl to the bed I’ll fuck him in.
Fabiola doesn’t follow; she lingers behind, watching while she pleases herself.
Making me realize she’s a lot like me. A voyeur and a strategist who enjoys power dynamics.
It’s always an exhilarating experience watching someone as big as Zayden be reduced to nothing but a whimpering mess of need.
As much as I hate to admit, it’s become my favorite thing.
Nothing could compare to the feeling inside my chest when I watch him beg…
Watch him crawl.
Giving me all of him, while I pour into him all the good left inside of me.
The sound of her soft moans mingles with that of her arousal, making my cock twitch and Zayden tense.
He’s desperate, and yet, fights it… That only makes me want to hear him plead. “Beg for me to fuck you, Zayden… Let me hear the magic word.”
Through hooded eyes, he scowls at me, heat rolling off him like rogue waves.
I watch his chest rise slowly and go back down again as my foot lands in between his legs.
I always love fucking him this way, always where I can see him and he can witness what he does to me.
My hands lazily move over my shaft, a smirk tugging at my lips when I follow his gaze towards my engorged cock.
“Want it inside you, Ruas?” I ask, trying to keep my breathing steady, to ignore the sound of blood rushing through my ears and focus on the sounds of his soft moans as my foot moves in sync with my hand.
He shakes his head; even now, he fights it.
Even as I bring him closer to the edge, only so I can pull back before eventually pushing him off it.
“I know you’re desperate to feel my thick cock split you open,” He grunts in disapproval, and I can’t help but chuckle. “Am I lying?”
His scowl vanishes, his lips part, and his head falls back. “C’mon, Ruas, make a liar out of me. Tell me you don’t like feeling me tear you apart.”
“I…” he grunts, huffing out a breath of air. “Don’t.”
I smile. “Liar…”
With that, using my foot, I push him into the mattress, my eyes glued to his features.
Only I can see him like this, not the donors, not Fabiola, but me…
The moment is a fleeting victory. Using my legs, I separate his legs apart, before placing my palms beneath his thighs to hold him open to take everything I have to give.
Forcing him to be with me, in the moment.
I know he hates it… To be this exposed to me, but this is my drug, and I’m about to get high on it.
I drag my cock over his puckered hole, keeping my eyes on his face.
Watching his scowl melt into pleasure, his brow relaxes with each slow stroke of my cock.
Makes mine burn twice as hot… twice as bright.
Using my precum as paint and the tip as the brush, I continue my deliberate movements until Zayden is so desperate he tries to push against it.
Fabiola reaches her peak, her cry high and sharp, a song that cuts through the haze.
“Beg…” I force out, my hair falling to my forehead as I continue the slow torture.
From my side, I hear Fabiola rise to her feet, and silently she moves towards us.
A growl rips from deep in my chest, and I disapprovingly cast a glare towards her.
I hate that she’s also taking what’s not hers to take.
Enjoying something I wasn’t willing to share.
The bed dips under her weight. Both feet landing on each side of Zayden’s ribs. I have to swallow the urge to tell her to get off, but this is a show, and we need to sell it.
I drop my gaze to Zayden, who looks at me for answers. Of course, I give him none, and the disappointment in his eyes sends daggers to my heart. I press deeper into him with each movement of my body.
My features go blank as she sinks onto him, and I follow right behind, not allowing her to beat me to the finish line.
We sink together. All three of us breathing as one.
A macabre dance, her body rising as mine presses in, rhythm and heat colliding into Zayden.
Her head falls back, her dark waves spilling over him like curtains.
In a way, she’s shielding him as much as her becoming my wife would shield me.
That small mercy allows me to give into the moment, allowing myself to thrust into him, with real purpose… a real rhythm of pleasure.
Fabiola’s nails dig into his chest and his into her hips, meeting us—halfway. Heat and tension coil at the base of my spine, wrapping around each other, snakes slithering their way up my body.
“Só você vê quem eu sou,”1 I say more to myself, even though my eyes are on him.
2“Pertence a mim, Ruas.” And as if he could understand my words, he bites down on his lip, stifling the sounds only I can elicit from him.
The music to my fucking ears. Moistening my lips, I picture his tongue dragging over them…
I only picture us. “Só a mim.”3
I keep thrusting into him until the small web of veins forms on his forehead.
His tell. The indicator that he’s almost at the edge, and afraid to jump.
It won’t take me long to fall alongside him, and by the pretty sounds coming from Fabiola, she won’t either.
Zayden looks up when Fabiola forces his hand away from her hip and to her tits.
Rolling her hips, pulling him away from me, her eyes snap open.
My little venomous snake, ready to strike.
My hand moves over his hips, causing her to fall forward into me, and my gaze clashes with the only person I want to see.
Fuck holding back. I rut into him with everything I’ve got.
My balls slam into his flesh with each harsh thrust of my hips. Fabiola’s arms wrap around my neck, her tits slapping against my chest, as I continue to make him remember who he belongs to. And that’s fucking ME.
Only me…
Zayden’s back bows off the bed just as the rope of pleasure pulls taut inside me.
When it finally snaps, I hold him down, pushing myself as deep as I can.
Using my body, I hold up our shield, and the dam breaks.
We ran straight to the edge, jumping blindly into the sea of pleasure.
Fabiola joins us as we pummel off the cliff.
“Fuck, Ruas…” I growl, filling him up with all of me, realizing he’s done the same.
My eyes dart to where Fabiola spreads herself open, her hand dipping between her legs.
She collects all that is him, and before I can hesitate, she shoves her fingers into my hungry mouth.
I close my eyes, allowing my lips to close around her digits, a moan slipping from my lips.
I suck them harshly, my tongue wiping them clean.
His salty tang clings to my taste buds, making it impossible to taste anything but him.
And when my eyes open, it’s not Fabiola I see… but him.
The look on his face is enough to bring me to my knees.
He watches me like it’s the first time he’s actually seeing me.
Pleasure and fascination paint a pretty picture on his face.
A look that makes my knees buckle and causes my grip to falter.
My heart catapults into my stomach, nausea slamming into me.
My mouth grows dry before it turns sour… My cock softens inside him.
“T–” Fabiola begins to say, but I simply turn and walk away. I make sure to look up, confirming the red light clicks off.
It does…
I continue to drag my feet towards the connecting bathroom, not stopping even when I feel the sting in my flesh when my foot lands on something I didn’t realize was there.
Feeling the hardness that settles under the sole of my foot, I glance over my shoulder to make sure no one notices what I’m dragging with me.
Once behind the safety of the bathroom door, I look down and bend over to grab the yellow envelope.
Pinching the corners between my fingers, I hold it up to the light, making out the outline of a USB.
“What do we have here?”
1. “Only you see who I am,”
2. “It belongs to me, Ruas.”
3. "Only to me."