Chapter 16 #5
It becomes a familiar pattern as he brings me to the edge and backs me off—repeatedly. It goes on for so long, I’m convinced he’s been fucking me for a whole hour, and I’m giving up on the idea that he’ll ever let me come.
Eventually, the agony in my wrists and arms becomes too much. He reads my distress and shifts his hold, banding an arm across my front and hauling me back against his chest.
“Does it feel like torture?” he murmurs the words against my ear, too soft to be taunting.
“Yes.” I shudder against him, my entire body protesting the denial.
“Now you know what it felt like when I couldn’t have you.”
Those words cut into a familiar wound, making me ache for a different reason. But before I can get too invested in the meaning behind them, he slides his fingers between my thighs and touches me where I need it most.
This time, it’s a slow escalation, my head tipping back against him as he pays homage to my skin with his lips. I shiver at his softness, something closer to worship than hunger.
My thoughts blur as the haze of pleasure consumes me, and the pressure reaches a tipping point. This time, to my undying relief, he lets me have it.
Shuddering waves crash through me, stealing my breath, and blunting every one of my senses. It feels never-ending, racking my body for so long, it siphons everything from me.
I collapse in his hold, completely boneless as the tremors in my body slowly subside.
It takes several minutes, but the world around me comes into focus as I register that Eros is lowering me back to the ground.
He withdraws from me and rolls me onto my back, pushing my bent knees up against my chest until I’m completely exposed to him. It’s another moment of vulnerability, but he fucked me too far into oblivion to care.
I watch him through half-lidded eyes as he shifts his weight back and anchors his hands on my hips, lowering his head toward me. He gives me one long, slow lick, his low groan vibrating against me. I’m still so sensitive, my body jerks in response, a soft whimper escaping me.
He takes mercy on me, turning his attention to my inner thighs instead. He teases the delicate skin with soft kisses, then gives in to his baser desires, nipping at me with his teeth.
A shiver rolls down my spine as he soothes the sting with the gentle lash of his tongue. Continuing his exploration, he sucks, bites, and licks at me until it stokes the flame of desire all over again.
By the time he peels my legs apart and sinks back inside me, I’m ready for more of his torture. I want him to fuck me hard, soft, and everything in between. And without being asked, that’s exactly what he does.
We fall into a rhythm as he rocks into me, kissing my mouth until my lips are swollen and I have no choice but to come up for air. When I do, he trails a path down to my chest, tugging on the top of my leotard until my breasts are bared.
For a while, he lingers there, licking my nipples and sucking them into his mouth with so much delicious pressure, I’m certain he’s left his mark there, too.
He draws out his release, edging close, but refusing to let go completely. It feels slightly unhinged that he can spend this much time inside me, but I don’t want to let him go either.
When he eases his head back up, his gaze settling on mine, I reach up to touch his face. Memorizing the lines of his shadowed jaw and lips, my mind drifts to a familiar comparison.
“Are you thinking of him right now?” His voice takes on a gravelly edge. “Is that who you’re imagining inside you?”
My chest squeezes as I recall the promise I made to him. He told me that when he asked about him, I had to be honest, even if I didn’t think he would like it. But right now, the last thing I want to do is admit it.
I use humor to cope, which probably isn’t the best idea.
“Is this like a cuckhold thing?”
A dark laugh vibrates through his chest, and I can’t tell if it’s amusement or anger.
“Tell me, or I’ll stop fucking you.”
My body revolts at the thought, even though we’ve gone longer than is reasonably normal by any stretch of the imagination. I’m already sore, and I’m questioning whether I’ll be able to walk tomorrow, but I still don’t want this to end.
“I don’t have any other point of reference,” I admit. “I don’t mean to think of him. I just…can’t help it.”
“Do you want him to fuck you?”
When I don’t answer right away, he stills inside me, following through on his threat.
“I did,” I rush out. “At one point.”
“Not now though?”
I groan in frustration, wishing I could just lie. The truth is, I’ve been twisted up in knots since Romeo kissed me. All we’ve done for the last five years is exchange barbs, but even so, the thought has entered my mind more than I’d care to admit.
Eros loops his finger through the O-ring on my collar, pulling me up off the ground until my lips are only a breath from his. “Answer me.”
“I don’t know,” I blurt. “I’m confused.”
“You’re a terrible liar, Praeda.” His lips brush mine. “I don’t think you’re confused at all.”
I could be wrong, but it almost sounds as if he enjoys the idea of me thinking of someone else. Maybe it is a cuckhold thing.
Regardless, there isn’t time to think about it as he takes me in a bruising kiss, the collar digging into the back of my neck as it supports my weight.
When he lowers me to the ground again, he shifts and widens my legs, allowing him to thrust deeper and harder.
“Tell me his name.”
“What?” Panic flares as I shake my head. “No, I can’t—”
“Tell me.” He thrusts again, so hard it jolts the anal plug inside me.
I cry out, clinging to the fabric of his hoodie as tiny shocks of electricity pulse through me.
“Say it,” he growls, pounding into me until I’m screaming, the feeling so intense I can’t think straight.
Pressure builds rapidly, and I chase the high until I’m reaching the precipice, terrified he might stop again.
At the last possible second, Romeo’s name wrenches from my lips, triggering another powerful orgasm.
As I convulse around him, Eros buries himself as deep as my body can take him and unleashes with a long, painful groan. His body jerks against mine, abs contracting, biceps flexing, his head tipping back until he’s so completely gone, I can’t help but admire the beauty of it.
But in the aftermath, regret washes over me as I realize what I just did.
I’m torn between two realities, one I don’t want to consider, and the other even darker.
For now, the second thought wins.
“You aren’t going to hurt him.”
Eros drops his gaze back to mine, warm fingers grazing my cheek. “I wouldn’t do that.”
There’s a hint of humor in his voice, and it unnerves me, because I remember what he said about Riccardo. He offered to kill him, and when I laughed, he said he wasn’t joking.
I can’t deny that this man is unhinged in a lot of ways I’ve conveniently ignored up until this point. But I won’t let this one go.
“Promise me.” My voice wavers.
“Promise you what?”
“That you won’t hurt him.”
He stares at me for so long, I’m not sure he’ll actually do it. But to my relief, he gives in.
“On my life.” He kisses the words against my lips. “I won’t hurt him.”