Chapter 24 – Serena #2
His eyes tracked my movement, predatory and alert despite the hour. The amber liquid in his glass caught the moonlight as he took another sip. “Neither could I.”
A silence stretched between us, electric and dangerous. I was acutely aware of my thin satin shorts and camisole, how they skimmed my body in ways that left little to the imagination.
“You shouldn’t be here.” His words contradicted the heat in his gaze.
“Probably not.” I swallowed thickly.
“I’m not in a good place right now,” he insisted.
I stopped in front of him, gripped the bottom of my top, and drug it over my head. “It might not be a good place, but it’s the right place.”
With a growled curse, he tossed back the rest of his drink and set the empty tumbler on a metal table. “You should run, little mermaid.”
I rose to the balls of my feet. “You’d rather I get my tail back? I’m not sure how mermaids fuck, but that can’t be comfortable.”
My attempt at humor evoked a rough laugh from the sea monster. Markos closed the distance and took my chin in his hands. “I said, run.”
A dark idea bubbled into my mind. “Will you chase me?”
Hunger flared bright in his eyes.
Before he could answer, I took off, breaking free of his hold and sliding through the bedroom door.
I managed to take three steps before a heavy touch clamped around my waist. My feet left the floor.
My body sailed through the air, those hard hands guiding me to the couch.
A wild yelp left my lips as I crashed into the cushions.
Markos’s body covered mine. The weight of him, the feel of his muscles pressed against me, the heat radiating off his body, sent anticipation shooting through my veins like liquid fire.
“You offered yourself to a creature of the deep, mermaid. I’m going to fuck you hard,” he growled against my ear. “Are you sure you’re good with that?”
I nodded vigorously, face smooshed into the pillows to the point it was hard to draw a full breath.
Yes, oh madonna, yes!
“Last chance to leave.” He tore my satin shorts off—the rip of the fabric crackled through the air like lightning.
“Do it!” I screamed, my voice muffled.
Markos shifted slightly. Strong fingers pushed between my legs. I was embarrassingly wet, and now he knew it too.
“At last,” he rasped against my throat. “I’m going to own this sweet pussy.”
The sensation of his fingertips exploring my wetness sent shockwaves through my body. My back arched involuntarily, pressing me further against his touch. His other hand gripped my hip, keeping me pinned against the couch.
“So fucking wet,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I gasped, my words barely audible as his fingers circled my entrance. “I want you.”
The confession hung in the air between us, honest and raw. His chest pressed against my back as he leaned over me, his lips finding the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. His teeth grazed the skin there, and I shuddered beneath him.
“Mine,” he whispered, the word vibrating against my flesh.
I heard the rustle of fabric as he freed himself from his briefs. That hard length rubbed between the seam of my ass. I inhaled sharply. Surely he wouldn’t? Was that where this was going?
A dark chuckle reverberated against my spine. “Not tonight, prinkípissa. I want your tight little cunt too badly to take you any other way.”
The sigh that left my lungs deflated me more than I expected. The wild hunger seemed desperate to explore every wicked pleasure with this man.
The tip of his cock inched lower. I lifted my hips, inviting him down. The blunt head of him pressed against my entrance, and I let out a strangled gasp. He was large—larger than I’d anticipated—and for a moment I wondered if this was a mistake.
I might not be a virgin, but I was very, very inexperienced.
“Ask for it,” he demanded, his voice tight with restraint.
“Please,” I groaned, pushing back against him.
“Beg.”
My jaw clenched tight. I wasn’t that kind of girl.
“Beg me to destroy your pussy, to shatter your senses, Serena.”
Those words sent my insides convulsing. What was the harm in a little groveling? I chewed on the words, trying to make something so unnatural form on my tongue.
Markos inched inside me. The feeling of his cock pressing against my entrance made me whimper with need. He teased me, rubbing the head against my wetness, coating himself in my arousal.
“What are you waiting for?” His teeth scored my pulse, tasting me as if I were his next meal. “We both know how much you want this.”
Screw it. “Take me. Please, Markos, take me—”
With a guttural sound that was more animal than human, Markos thrust forward. The stretch was exquisite, bordering on painful as he filled me completely. My fingers clutched at the cushions, desperate for purchase as he withdrew slightly before driving deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder. “So tight. So perfect.”
Pleasure shot through me, a bolt of liquid fire.
His hips began a relentless rhythm, each thrust pushing me further into the couch.
One hand snaked around to find my breast, squeezing roughly before pinching my nipple.
I cried out. This wasn’t the gentle, timid coupling I’d experienced once before.
This was raw and primal. I was out of my element.
But my body craved the destruction, embraced the pain with the pleasure.
His thrusts grew harder, more demanding, the slap of skin against skin filling the quiet condo. The pleasure built inside me, coiling tighter with each brutal thrust. I never knew I could be taken like this—like I was something precious and yet something to be conquered all at once.
“You feel that?” he growled, his accent thickening with his arousal. “Feel how perfectly you take me? Like you were made for my dick.”
“Yes,” I gasped, barely able to form words as he hit a spot deep inside me that sent sparks shooting behind my eyelids. “Oh madonna, yes!”
He shifted, pulling me up so my back was flush against his chest, his arm wrapped around my waist like an iron band. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper, and I couldn’t hold back the scream that tore from my throat.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his thrusts devastating me. “Let me hear you. Tell me how it feels.”
I was putty in his hands, threatening to melt or combust on his command.
“So good,” I managed between breathless pants. “So full.”
His hand left my breast, sliding lower to find the sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. His fingers circled my clit.
The pressure was too much. My vision blurred as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I was teetering on the edge, his expert touch driving me toward release with relentless precision.
“Come for me, prinkípissa,” he commanded, his voice a dark promise in my ear. “Let me feel you come apart around me.”
Those words were the final push I needed. My body convulsed, pleasure exploding through me like a supernova. My inner walls clamped down on him, pulsing rhythmically as I screamed his name. The orgasm tore through me with such force that tears sprang to my eyes.
Markos growled, his rhythm faltering as my release triggered his own. He buried himself to the hilt, his powerful body shuddering against mine as he emptied himself inside me. His teeth found my shoulder, biting down hard.
The pressure was almost too much to bear, pleasure spiraling through me with an intensity I’d never experienced before. In the aftermath, we stayed locked together, our hard breathing timed in a rough staccato that had no symphonic beauty.
“I own this.” Markos cupped my pussy, his cock still rock-hard inside. “And I’m never letting it go. Do you understand, Serena?”
Hazy brain waves tried to form some kind of protest, but there wasn’t enough oxygen to do anything but agree. So like a creature rabid with insanity, I nodded.
“Good. So fucking good.” Markos pressed a hard kiss against my throat before he released me.
The sudden emptiness made me instantly cold. I collapsed onto the couch, wondering what on earth I’d just done and knowing all the while that there was no coming back from this.
Markos bumped around in the kitchen, but I didn’t care enough to look. Moments later he was back, pressing a warm, damp cloth between my legs.
I shifted, pulling away from his touch.
“Don’t,” he warned. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed about anything that passes between us.”
I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him off, but he lifted me into his arms and walked back to the guest room.
The words turned into a formless croak. Markos chuckled as he laid me down.
After tucking me in, he left. I decided to lay here quietly until I was sure he wasn’t coming back.
Then I would get up, shower maybe. Or go down to the beach and join the runners in their crazy pursuit of exercise.
But as I waited, sleep crept around the edges and drug me back into the dark, where I dreamed of a monster king and his briny, underworld kingdom.