Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
Soren’s everywhere. His hands are touching every inch of my skin that he possibly can, mapping it out, as if he’s trying to memorize it all. He pushes my dress all the way to my waist, his fingers toying with the waistband of my underwear.
“Mmm, these are in the way.”
In one swift motion, Soren yanks my underwear off, tearing the fabric into two. I gasp, looking at the piece of lace that falls to my feet, and I’m not sure how to react. Unfortunately, I don’t even get the chance to, because Soren silences any attempts of rebellion with a soaring kiss.
He’s bruising my lips, the intensity and violence bursting through the kiss. It’s twisted how much I’m enjoying this, because not a single part of it is gentle or tender. It’s like the darkest, most deprived parts of my brain are allowed to roam freely when he’s with me.
He moves his finger down, rubbing my clit. I moan into the kiss, gripping his hair tighter. He’s doing it in a slow manner, trying to make me go insane, and it’s working. Because the touch itself is right where I need it the most, just not at the intensity I need.
“Soren,” I whine. “Stop fucking teasing me.”
“Never,” he grunts, then pulls back. His free hand comes to the back of my head, twirling my long ponytail around his palm, then yanking my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry eyes.
He leans in and bites down as hard as possible. I scream out in pain, but it goes straight to my core, something tightening in the pit of my stomach. And when he’s done, he looks at his handiwork with pride in his eyes.
Soren tightens his grip on my hair, then forces me down to my knees. His free hand comes to cup my cheek, tenderly rubbing it with his thumb. That’s the entirety of his gentle nature — because the look in his eyes tells me we’re nowhere near done.
“You look so pretty on your knees for me, Princess,” he murmurs. His thumb brushes against my lips, pulling my bottom lip down a little. His eyes are fixed on the motion. “Open your mouth, and stick your tongue out.”
Shivers run down my spine at the clear command in his voice, and I gulp, then open my mouth, sticking my tongue out. His thumb presses down in the middle of my tongue, and then it disappears. He unbuckles his belt, and pulls the zipper of his pants down.
My eyes zero in on the bulge in his pants, and the moment he takes his cock out of the confinement of his boxers, my throat goes dry. The tip is oozing with precum, his piercing coated in the slick liquid.
He pulls me closer, the tip of his cock brushing against my lips, and I immediately lick up all the precum. Soren groans, and when I look up, the man is almost feral. Slowly, I open my mouth more, taking his thick tip in my mouth.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Open up your throat for me, Princess. Take all of me.”
I put my hands on his thighs, sinking further down, sitting on my legs. I keep eye contact as I take more of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around. I’ve never done anything like this in my life, but the obvious thing is not to use any teeth, since it seems like it would be painful.
He’s very thick and even bigger in size than I originally thought. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag around his cock, swallowing roughly. Soren’s head falls back, a deep guttural moan escaping his mouth.
Both of his hands find their way into my hair, completely ruining the hairstyle. He shoves the entirety of his length down my throat, keeping my head there for a moment.
“Such a good cocksucker for me,” his voice lowers to a more dangerous level, as he lets me pull back to catch my breath. “It’s not half-bad for a first timer.”
“Fuck you,” I gasp out, and he doesn’t like that, not one bit. In an instant, his cock is back in my mouth, my eyes watering at the size of him. He starts thrusting his hips, holding me by the hair tightly.
Tears roll down my cheeks at the sheer intensity of his movements, eyes going wide with each rough snap of his hips. His groans become more feral, louder, and the thrusting becomes more demanding.
Then, when I don’t think he can be any worse, I feel a stinging sensation on my cheek. The bastard slaps me twice, and I’m forced to look up at him, only to see him smirking. “Eyes on me while I’m fucking your mouth, Princess.”
I gag around him, and he doesn’t stop. His cock keeps hitting the back of my throat, and the metal of his piercing only makes him taste better. My mouth is full of his precum, sliding down my throat with ease.
Soren pulls out of my mouth abruptly, and I gasp for air, trying to catch my breath. He doesn’t let me rest as he yanks me back to my feet, turning me around and bending me over. My hands immediately reach for the wall of the elevator as he presses the tip of his cock against my entrance.
Without any warning, Soren enters me with one rough thrust. I scream out when he stretches me out, bottoming out inside of me. He groans, his hand coming down to slap my ass roughly.
“Fuck, Princess,” he grits out, hand gripping my ass roughly. “You take my cock so fucking well.”
“Fuck you,” I gasp out, and that’s when another sharp, stinging sensation comes to my ass, promising to leave a red mark.
“Such nasty words from such a pretty mouth,” he mocks. “It’s okay, though. I’ll fuck it right out of you.”
And he starts fucking me like a madman. Every thrust, every snap of his hips is filled with equal parts of primal desire and deeply rooted hatred. He’s fucking me like he hates me the most in this world, but that’s exactly why it feels so good.
“Soren!” I moan out, closing my eyes briefly. He continues to hit that good spot inside of me, the familiar sensation building in the pit of my stomach.
“Quiet,” he commands. “Sluts like you only speak when spoken to.”
I want to tell him off, to shove him off me, and to hit him until the bastard falls dead. Yet, I don’t. There’s something in the way he’s degrading me that makes my heart skip a beat. So, I keep quiet, trying to stifle my moans.
His lips viciously attack the side of my neck, sucking, biting, and nibbling on the sensitive flesh. He doesn’t stop shoving his cock as deep as possible, and my legs almost give out at the intensity.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my neck. “Taking my cock like a good little slut.”
“I’m not a slut,” I breathe out, when in reality, I’m the biggest slut for him. In fact, the way my brain’s going all fuzzy and dead, I’ll be anything he wants me to be.
“Oh, you’re my slut, Princess,” he chuckles. “You take my cock wonderfully. You’re all mine to use as I wish, and we both know you’ll never do anything about it. Because you can’t. You’re getting addicted to my cock, and I promise you, I’ll make sure you’re never sober.”
A deep moan comes from me, and I arch my back. Soren groans in response, hitting deeper inside of me, and I’m all putty. My legs start shaking, and he lifts my right leg, hooking his arm under my knee.
“Are you going to come on my cock, Princess?”
“Yes,” I gasp, and he slams violently into me.
“Good,” he murmurs, sucking on the sweet spot behind my ear. “Then come on my cock, you little slut. I want to feel your sweet cunt squeeze my cock.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and in an instant, an orgasm hits me. I scream out his name, feeling my legs trembling. My heart threatens to burst while I ride the wave of my orgasm, and it’s unlike any orgasm I’ve ever had.
Soren holds me pressed against him roughly and slams into me, one last time, before I feel the warmth of his come fill me entirely, dripping around his cock, and sliding down my thighs. He groans deeply, his body trembling.
We stay like that for a couple of minutes, trying to regain our breath. Then, he lowers my leg back, and pulls out of me gently. He catches me by surprise when he lowers my dress, and picks up the ruined underwear. He tucks it in his pocket, then fixes himself.
“Don’t you ever do this again," I hiss. “This was risky.”
“Not once did you tell me no,” he rolls his eyes, running his hand through his hair. “But this was just a warning, Princess.”
“A warning?”
“Yes,” he murmurs. “The next time I see Damien touching you, I’ll break both his arms and legs, then force him to watch me breed that sweet pussy of yours.”
The twisted promise makes my stomach flip. Because deep down, I know that he isn’t making an empty promise.