38. Tristian
Chapter thirty-eight
Tristian
Ididn’t give Ingrid time to reconsider. I threw her back onto the mattress, and she scrambled to sit up on her elbows, her eyes wide and dark with a mix of fear and heat. I didn’t let her get far. I moved over her, straddling her torso and pinning her down with my weight.
Her thighs pressed together. Her chest rose faster, pupils dilated the way they always did when she wanted me to handle her.
And that was all the permission I needed
My hands went to my belt, unbuckling it with a frantic precision. My cock was already an aching, throbbing weight against my fly.
I pulled myself free with one hand, fisted the other in Ingrid’s hair again, tilting her head back. She didn’t look away; she stared directly at the metal piercings, the ones staying in tonight.
“Open,” I ordered.
She didn’t hesitate. My little fuck doll parted her lips and took me into the heat of her mouth. I leaned my head back, a low growl vibrating through me as I took control, guiding her in a steady, demanding rhythm.
Another groan ripped out of me as her tongue pressed under the piercing at the head, welcoming it, savoring it.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Feeling my cock hit the back of her throat was a goddamn gift; she fought her own gag reflex to please me, her delicate frame squirming under my thighs. I could feel the heat radiating off her, her own arousal beginning to spike in response to my aggression.
A part of me thought about going easy on her.
She looked so fragile, so easily broken, and the last thing I wanted to do was add to her trauma.
But as I felt her lips wrap tighter around me, sucking with a desperate intensity even as I pushed deep, her little mouth hollowing her cheeks to take more, I realized this was exactly what she needed.
She needed a reminder. Something physical and undeniable. Something that said I wasn’t going anywhere.
I knew I was being a hypocrite. I’d kept her in the dark about my past for longer than I cared to admit.
Still hadn’t answered her question about what had brought me to The Obsidian tonight—but in this moment, I didn’t give a damn.
I needed to know why she was hurting. I needed to know who was responsible so I could make them suffer in ways they couldn’t imagine.
I pulled out, breathing hard as she sat up slightly, small coughs escaping her as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were glazed, pleading for more, face and neck flushed deep red.
“I don’t like it when you lie to me, doll...” I muttered, my voice thick.
She bit her lip, that spark of defiance flickering even now. “I don’t like it when you ignore me.”
A dark chuckle broke from my throat. I liked it when she fought back. My hand found her clit, my fingers dipping into the lace of her panties and finding her already drenched.
“So that’s how you’re gonna play?”
She couldn’t form a coherent sentence. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as I began to work my thumb against her. She was so sensitive, so ready to snap for me.
I tilted my head, watching the way her jaw dropped. “I don’t hear an answer, doll,” I pressed, increasing the pressure.
She shook her head frantically, grinding her hips into my palm in a silent plea for friction. “You’re... not playing fair.”
I didn’t stop. I pushed a finger deep into her heat, and her hand flew to my wrist out of reflex, her nails digging into my skin.
“I think I am, baby. I promised you I wouldn’t push you away. Now here I am, showing your pretty little pussy the attention you’ve been craving. Just like you don’t deserve my silent treatment, I don’t deserve to be lied to...”
I watched her face, looking for a crack in her armor. Lust and defiance waged war in her eyes as she tried to focus on the sensation of my hand. Then, I pulled away completely.
She looked up at me, her expression one of utter disbelief and need.
I leaned in, hovering inches from her lips, the scent of her all over me. “See, doll baby... leaving your needy little pussy drenched and soaking for my fingers is not fair. Making sure you are safe is.”
I pushed her back into the pillows and finished stripping out of my pants before climbing over her.
I grabbed her by her thighs, dragging her to the center of the bed and lining myself up.
I pushed in slowly, feeling her walls stretch to take me.
It was only her second time; I had to be careful, despite my growing hunger.
Her mouth fell open, a sound of pure pleasure escaping her. She tried to close her legs around my waist, but I slapped her thighs, the sound loud in the quiet room.
“Keep these legs open for me.”
She bit her lip, her back arching off the mattress as I seated myself fully within her.
I groaned, the sensation of her tight cunt nearly undoing me.
I began to move, establishing a rhythmic, punishing pace.
Every thrust had her shuddering as my piercing grazed her G-spot, sending jolts through her body that she couldn’t hide.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, clinging to me as my thrusts grew harder and more frantic.
“Feels so good,” she whispered into my skin.
I groaned, “Looks like you’re enjoying option number two a little too much, huh, baby?”
“I’m... I’m not,” she lied, breath hitching in her throat.
I slapped her thigh again, a reminder of who was in control. “Lying to me again, doll?”
She couldn’t answer.
I pulled back slow, just enough to feel her walls tugging me back, and then drove forward with a sharp, punishing thrust. The sound of our bodies connecting echoed through the room, a filthy, wet smack that made her shudder under me.
Another thrust. Another brutal, bottomed-out slam. Each one more unhinged than the last.
Her body twitched ruthlessly every time my hips snapped forward, my piercing catching her spot with utter precision each thrust, and she was gone. Her eyes rolled back. Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream.
Her thighs tightened around my hips, body going rigid as she found her release, her internal muscles pulsing around my cock.
I let her ride the wave of her orgasm, leaning down to capture her soft, red lips in a searing kiss.
I pressed my forehead against hers, grinding my hips into her until the friction was almost unbearable.
I cupped her head in both hands, forcing her to look at me through the haze. “I will never let anyone touch you again. Do you understand me?”
She nodded softly, her eyes wide. I pushed deeper, eliciting a quick gasp.
“I need words, baby.”
“Y-yes. Yes,” she managed.
I shook my head. “I’ve never killed a man, doll.” My voice dropped. “But for you, I’d do anything.”
I felt her tighten around me at the words. She pulled me down into another kiss instead of answering, her body already coiling toward a second peak.
But I wasn’t done with her. I pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach in one fluid motion.
She was hyperventilating, her skin flushed and slick.
I pulled her up onto her knees and drove back into her from behind, my hand finding her hair to anchor her.
She moaned, her arms giving out as she collapsed toward the bed, her eyes rolling back.
I grabbed her hands and forced them onto the headboard.
“Keep your eyes open for me and hold onto the headboard, okay, doll?”
She nodded, biting her lip so hard I thought she’d draw blood. “O-okay.”
I fisted her hair, using my other hand to steady her hips as I slammed back into her from behind, my hand tight at her scalp, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise.
Her entire body arched off the bed, a ragged, incoherent moan ripping out of her.
She was beyond words now, only cries and gasps and trembling limbs.
I used her body to chase my own release. I pounded into her, my movements primal and unchecked. I almost felt a twinge of guilt for taking my anger out on her like this, but one look at her face told me she wasn’t complaining.
“You gonna cum for me again, babydoll?”
She nodded rapidly, her strength fading. “Uh-huh.”
I tugged her hair harder, hips driving into her. “Then be a good little fuck doll and squeeze my cock. Go on, baby... suck me fucking dry.”
Her hands slipped from the headboard, and she fell face first into the mattress, her muffled cries lost in the fabric.
I gripped her hips with both hands, my vision tunneling as the pressure built to a breaking point.
I bottomed out again and again, watching her twitch and jolt before I pulled out at the last possible second, jerking myself off onto the small of her back and her rounded ass and trembling thighs as I choked out a breath.
Within seconds she was out. Soft snores filling the quiet room.
I watched her, the protective instinct feeling stronger. Then I got up, headed to the bathroom to grab a warm cloth, and came back to clean her up. When I climbed back into bed, Ingrid instinctively curled into my side, her head finding the crook of my arm.
I held her close, a promise forming in my mind. I’d let her rest for now. Tomorrow, I’d get the truth.
But tonight, she needed me to hold her.
Around four in the morning, I stood in the doorway with my coffee, watching her sleep. Tiny bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. Breathing shallow and even.
I’d forced myself to close my eyes for two hours, but that was it.
I’d been running the same thoughts over since The Obsidian…
Brandon, Darragh, what I was willing to do and what I could actually get away with.
But I was a fighter, not a murderer. My mother had raised me to believe there was a line you didn’t cross, even when the world pushed you.
Murder meant prison. Prison meant leaving her. Noah could pull strings to get me off small charges, but killing someone? There was no chance. Do that, and I would do time. After everything we’d bled through together, I wasn’t doing that.