Chapter Fourteen #2
Tears streaked her cheeks, and the sound of her crying destroyed me.
I wanted to rewind time, to fix everything I’d broken.
To go back and stop this stupid war before it was too late, before I lost my chance to have her to myself.
I wanted to pull her into my arms and try to apologize for every tear I’d made her cry, but she jerked back, scrambling off me.
Her absence left a cold ache burning under my skin.
I wanted to beg her to stay, to free my hands so I could hold her, show her I could be something else, someone better.
But she disappeared into the bathroom, and when she returned, my heart slammed in my chest because she was pointing a Glock straight at me.
I forced myself not to flinch. Some part of me thought she’d seen through everything, figured out who I really was, and decided to end it here.
And hell, maybe that would be justice—Konflict Korven, head of a family, dying at his wife’s hand in a brothel.
Another part of me wanted her to pull the trigger.
I deserved it for making her cry, for shattering her over and over.
She cocked it back, then stalked to the bed, pressing the muzzle to my head.
“What if I killed you right here, Konflict? What if I finished you before you could finish me?” she spat.
“I’m done taking your anger. I’m done being hated, done being treated like I deserve to die, while all I ever felt for you was love.
” Her voice broke as she screamed, tears streaming down her face.
Fuck. My heart shattered watching her break like this.
I’d spent so long telling myself I had to keep my distance, had to be cruel so I wouldn’t drown in her, lose myself in her, forget the war.
I clung to the Korven-Veylor grudge just to keep from admitting what I truly felt. And this right here was the price.
“I fucking loved you, Konflict! From the first day. When you saved me from that pool, I fell for you. I carried that love into our marriage. But you destroyed everything. You keep hurting me, and now I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone.”
Her words sliced straight through me. She loved me. The day I fell for her, she’d fallen too and I ruined it. I wanted to kill whoever I’d become.
“I’m sorry,” I managed.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole!” she snarled.
The warmth in her eyes froze into ice. “And you fucked that bitch?” she growled, sliding the gun from my head to my chest.
“No,” I told her honestly.
“I said shut the fuck up! You fucked that whore, and she showed up at my office playing a video of you, naked, against her naked body. I didn’t see all of it, thank God, but I’m not a fool.
I know what happened next. You gave her what was supposed to be mine.
You denied me everything and gave it to her.
If I shoot your dick off how are you gonna fuck her again? ” She pressed the Glock to my dick.
My throat closed up because she might actually do it. Then—
Click.
“Fuck—”
She pulled the trigger.
I flinched, bracing for agony, but nothing happened.
Just an empty click. Relief rushed through me, but the misery stayed.
I hated Eleana for making Serenity believe I’d touched her.
I’d never laid a finger on that woman, and I didn’t know what video she’d shown but if I walked out of this, I’d deal with her for good.
Tears still rolled down Serenity’s face and I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted to hold her, to comfort her, to fix what I’d broken.
“Uncuff me,” I said.
She gave me a long, wounded stare, then raised the gun to my head again. “Why? You think I can’t pull the trigger?”
“I think you don’t want to. If you did, you already would have.”
A sad smile flickered across her lips. “You’re right.
I don’t want to shoot you because you aren’t Konflict.
I hate my husband, but you—I think I like you, Knox.
” Her voice broke on the name and my throat tightened.
She’d shattered our game, but I didn’t care.
I wanted to be myself for her. I wanted to show her I was hers and I’d make it right.
“No! Konflict. Keep calling me Konflict. Uncuff me, please, Venus. I need my hands free.”
She paused, her gaze searching mine for a long moment, then she set the Glock on the nightstand, grabbed the keys, and unlocked the cuffs.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I went too far. I was angry. I needed to get it out. Go home, Kno—”
I didn’t let her finish. I grabbed her and pulled her into my lap, cupping her face, kissing her slowly. My heart beat hard—I felt alive again. My senses screamed for more. I wanted to live under her skin, to lose myself in her, to make up for every sin.
“Serenity,” I murmured against her lips.
She stilled, the sound of her real name freezing her in place. I knew I was risking everything by calling her that, but in that moment, I couldn’t call her anything else.
“So you do know who I am. Who my husband is,” she whispered. “We need to stop. Please don’t tell anyone what happened here. If Konflict finds out, he’ll kill you.”
I pressed my lips to hers and kissed her again. Her worries didn’t matter to me right now. “Can I make love to you, Serenity?”
She pulled back, eyes searching mine, surprised by the request.
“Please, Goddess. Can I make love to you?”
A small smile flickered on her lips and she nodded. “Yes. Please, Knox.”
“No. Konflict. Call me Konflict. Always call me Konflict.”
She smiled again, softer, and nodded. “Make love to me, Konflict.”
My chest burst with hope. I kissed her, hands roaming, worshipping her skin. “Take this off my neck and the ring on my balls. Let me do it right, baby.” I needed to be free, to honor her body the way she deserved.
She reached up and undid the collar, then unfastened the ring. My mind spun with ideas for us, and I knew one thing for sure: I’d never get enough of her. She’d have to dominate me again, because now that I’d tasted surrender, I craved it. I craved her. Always her.
Once I was finally free of everything, I delicately removed her heels, lifted her into my arms, and laid her out gently on the bed. Stepping back a few feet, my gaze sept over her from head to toe. I wanted to take her in, see how fucking radiant my wife was.
“What’s wrong?” she asked in a small, uncertain voice, catching the way I devoured her with my eyes.
“You’re so fucking beautiful I want to devour you from head to toe. Fuck...” I let out a low growl, watching her like she was prey and I was starving.
My dick was aching, ready to bury itself inside her warmth.
“What are you waiting for then?”
“Serenity,” I breathed, finally letting out the air that had been locked in my chest.
I was ravenous as I swooped down over her.
Our mouths crashed together, lips and tongues clashing, hungry like I hadn’t eaten in days.
I trailed kisses down her neck, biting at her heated skin.
My hands slid along her thighs, caressing and parting them to make room for myself.
I unzipped her leather outfit, right between her legs, and her pussy was ready for me, wet and glistening.
“She’s ready for me, huh? Pussy soaking already...” I groaned against her clit.
“Konflict...” she whimpered when my tongue parted her lips and licked her deeper.
I latched onto her clit, sucking as if it was my last meal.
She tasted fucking addictive, salty and sweet.
Her hips bucked, but I held her, tongue working slow then fast, teasing every inch of her.
I licked from the bottom of her slit up to the top, again and again, matching her moans.
Her breathing grew ragged, her cries louder, my mouth sealed to her, tongue fucking her until she trembled.
“Ah… Konflict… Fuck, baby...” She moaned—half scream, half plea—my favorite sound in the world. She called my name and I knew I’d never get tired of hearing it.
“Have I ever told you how fucking good this pussy tastes, baby?” I muttered, breath warm against her.
“I swear to God, I want to respect you tonight, because you deserve to feel how much I want to cherish this body… but damn, this pussy’s making me want to be disrespectful as fuck.
” I dragged the zipper up, freeing her belly, her tits, nothing hidden and every inch of her mine.
My lips claimed her breasts, hands pressing her tits together, sucking one nipple then the other, while my tongue drew tight circles over her skin. I sucked and tugged, making her arch her back.
“Fuck… Konflict… Respectfully, disrespect the fuck out of me right fucking now,” she growled, threading her hands into my hair and dragging my head down harder.
“Dans ce cas, donne moi ma fontaine de jouissance, bébé. Gicle pour moi.” I growled against her pussy. “I’m thirsty. So feed me your juices.”
“Fuck,” she moaned.
I slid down and buried my mouth again in her dripping pussy, tasting her, hungry for everything she had to give.
I didn’t want to use toys tonight. I wanted to make her come with just my mouth, my fingers, and my dick.
I wanted her to come for me, to know it was always me she needed.
I licked, and licked, and licked then sucked, and sucked and sucked, swallowing every drop.
My tongue dipped inside her, slow at first, then deeper, pushing past her folds until her thighs snapped around my head.
She started to sob, her whole body convulsing as her juices flooded my mouth and soaked my chin—I drank it all, greedily. I kept going, kept taking, kept demanding more, licking her through every aftershock, determined to drain her dry.
“Yes... this pussy still has more for me. Feed me, baby.” My voice was rough and vibrated against her, muffled by her skin.
“Fuck... I can’t take it anymore,” she cried, her voice breaking.
“That’s not my problem, baby. I was taught to finish my meals, and I don’t give a fuck if you’re gasping for mercy. I’m not stopping until I’ve taken every drop from this pussy.”