Chapter 11 #2
Her cries become wails of wanton desire. Fingers fist my sweatshirt as she holds me where she needs me. I grip her waist tighter, shoving her into my throbbing dick.
“You know what I am,” I growl. “And yet, you let me inside you.”
When she gasps, then squirms like a needy whore, a slow chuckle leaves my lips. “And you still want more.”
She opens her mouth to scream again, but I dive my digits in deeper, rubbing harder, and it dies into a moan.
“Beg me,” I breathe against her temple. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“No—”
My fingers circle with pressure. Precision.
They delve in and out. Plunging. Taking.
Dominating. Controlling her body in a way I’ve only dreamed I’d be able to do.
She’s on the edge, on the precipice of falling.
It’s unavoidable, her desire for me at this point.
I think she’d be willing to do anything to come.
I fucking love holding her right here.
“Say it,” I demand.
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.”
With a choke in the back of her throat and a faraway expression, she begs. “Please,” she whimpers, barely audible. “Please, fuck me.”
“No.”
Her eyes widen to focus on my face as she grabs my arm harder, tighter, tugging me into her. Demanding I give her the attention she wants so desperately. The smell of her makes me want to come all over her face. Her head. Her beautiful large tits. That round ass.
Inside her.
“Beg me. I want to hear it. Tell me how much you need me. How I’m the only one who can give you what you want right now, Chrysalis.”
She smears her lips into a firm line, then narrows her eyes. The fire behind them almost burns me alive, even in the cold rain. “I want it, Vanq. Please, fuck me. You’re the only one I—”
I freeze. My hand stills.
The air between us crackles with heat and hunger.
With one hand, I unzip and free my needy cock from my pants.
Holding it hard and heavy in my hand like a weapon.
She sucks in a startled breath, the terror on her body written like a prophecy.
To soothe every depraved urge I’ve buried since the night I saw her kneeling in blood, I press the heated head of my dick against her entrance.
Everything I’ve wanted… It’s right here.
She gasps again—half expectation, half desperation.
I line up, and the blood surges through the pulsating arteries. As I grip her soft waist, I edge myself in, just enough for her body to feel the promise of what’s to come. Literally.
One hitch of my hips and I’ll be seated within her. Take her. Her body even relaxes between me and the tree. She’s given up her ownership from pompous frat presidents to cryptic hacker.
But I stop.
I take one step back.
She gasps at the sudden loss, stumbling forward, reaching instinctively for my body. The rain flows through the space between us as her jaw drops with shock.
Then, I zip back up, readjust. Stuff the knife in my pocket. She’s panting, trembling, her thighs slick, her dress sodden and clinging to every curve. Her nipples point through the fabric.
Without a word, I return to the night and walk into the shadows.
God knows I wanted to keep going. My cock’s still heavy, still aching, and wet with the proof of how close I came to losing control. The prize of her pussy was waiting to comfort me. Bet she’d even let me come inside her.
But I didn’t.
And that was the point.
Because if I’d fucked her right then—pushed inside her and claimed her like an animal, like every instinct I have told me to—I’d be no better than the men who came before me.
The ones who saw her gorgeous body as something to conquer.
First Shane, her freshman boyfriend, then Hunter, then every smirking Greek Life prick who whispered about the girl with the perfect ass and the better bloodline.
They didn’t love her.
They loved showing her off.
And she was ready to hand herself over to me just the same. Willingly. Fervently.
But that’s not what I’m here for.
My girl doesn’t understand who I am. Not yet.
I don’t want her submission if she still has marks around her neck from someone else’s leash.
So I stand in the dark, just behind a large oak, and breathe. The rain cools me off, showering me with a renewed outlook. Helping me control the pulse pounding in my dick. My heartbeat returns to normal. Still yearning to reach for her again, my fingers twitch.
While I watch from a few feet away, she composes herself slowly, wiping her mouth, then her tears.
Ever the perfect Olivia. Her legs shake as she smooths the dress back into place, still wearing confusion across her face.
Despite it being muddy, she arranges her hair over her shoulder into some semblance of a style.
She’s humiliated and aroused and doesn’t understand which is which.
Good.
Let her wonder.
When she walks forward, soft steps through wet leaves, she moves like she’s forgotten how to be human. Shoulders shake as she thrusts out her chest to regain some dignity. Her head turns once, but she doesn’t see me.
As she passes by my tree, she’s blissfully unaware. Until I grab her by the neck.
Not harshly. Gently. Possessively. Rubbing one thumb along the column of her artery. Her body stiffens in my hold, ready to run, but before she can get away, I’ve already slid the needle in.
Her breath stutters as her eyes find my mask and ask an unfinished question. “What…”
Limbs weakening, she flails and collapses into my arms, her body soft and warm against mine. I cradle her close like I’ve always wanted to hold her.
“Shh,” I murmur into her hair. “You’ll understand soon.”