Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
EDIE
His cock is a steel bar against my mound. I gasp as energy throbs through my pussy, my belly.
He presses his hands to the sides of my hips and guides my panties down. Electricity shivers over me.
“You hate how I make you feel.”
I gasp.
He kneels in front of me, my panties now at my ankles and then off, and touches his finger to the seam of my bare pussy. “Trimmed is fine, but I would ask you to shave yourself before I see you again.”
I huff in protest, but nothing matters anymore because he’s found the ache. He’s touching me there.
It’s not enough for this man that I’m half naked and powerless; he has to take everything.
His fingers are on the outside of my lips, pressing like he’s plumping out my clit.
I stifle a cry as he slides his tongue between my legs and licks, a long, hard, ice-cream-cone lick that nearly turns me inside out.
I grab onto the sink. I vaguely remember something about acting bored. I’ve failed miserably, but no way will I let him make me come. I start a recitation of state capitals.
Bangor, Maine, Madison, Wisconsin.
He licks again.
Springfield, Illinois.
I focus on my surroundings. It’s nice as restrooms go, with a rug over dark marble tiles and a candle on a small, low cabinet next to the sink under a photo of an old bridge.
It’s no use. No use. He’s burrowing his tongue into some hidden nerve center deep inside me. He has me, and he’s merciless, and he’s right that I can’t hide from him.
He’s chasing down my orgasm like a lion going after prey.
A few more brutal licks and I can’t stop it—my soul explodes with pleasure. I’m spinning, flying, trying desperately not to show it, but I’m shuddering in spite of myself. He slows his licking, then stops completely.
He presses a kiss over my mound and then my belly as I try desperately to collect myself. I think I have by the time he’s looming over me, so smug and evil.
I try to look blank. I even put on a dazed smile.
“You’ll want to stop doing that. That fake face.”
I furrow my brows like I don’t understand.
“Fine. Go with it, then.” He grabs me by the ass, sets me on the sink, and pushes apart my legs. “Hold yourself open for me. Spread and glistening. Not one centimeter together, you understand?”
I bite my lip. He’s evil, and I shouldn’t want him inside me. “Whatever you say.”
He fits my hands to the sink, urging me to hold on.
Tallahassee, Florida, Carson City, Nevada , I think as I hold my legs apart for him. Behind him, the dry-cleaner bag flaps like a surrender flag.
“You think you can hold yourself apart and above, but it never works. Nobody escapes.” The sound of a zipper .
I hold myself open for him. The cool air kisses the heat of my sex. Sacramento, California, Santa Fe, New Mexico.
I’m yearning for him to fill me—dying for it. It’s the worst thing and the best thing ever.
I hear the crinkle of a foil wrapper, recognizing the motions of a man who’s rolling a condom over his cock.
He studies my eyes as he presses his fingers to my clit. I nearly come again, just from that.
“Somewhere along the line, somebody messed with your head and left you high and dry. Probably your daddy.”
I suck in a breath. Who does he think he is? He’s sort of right, but who cares?
He spreads my juices around and around, watching me like he thinks he knows everything about me.
I bite my lip as he fits his giant cock to my sex, a warm bulb nudging between my legs, smooth and hard.
“I’m your daddy now,” he says, entering me slowly, stretching me over the sink and working me how he wants.
I hate him, hate him, hate him. Also desperate for him.
“That’s right,” he says, watching my eyes, pushing into me, filling me. When he’s fully seated inside me, he tweaks my nipples, soft and then harder. “Show me how you feel about that.”
“I don’t know what you want,” I say, channeling my hate into boredom as he stokes my arousal. “You want me to come? Is that it?”
“I don’t want you to just come,” he grates in my ear. “I want you to come undone .”
“Unlikely...”
My words die on my lips as he thrusts into me. He changes his angle and hits something deep. I almost lose it, but then I’m back. Austin, Texas, St. Paul, Minnesota.
I hear the clink of glass behind me.
What else did he bring with him ?
“What are you doing?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Such a horrible person, I think against the delicious feeling of him rocking inside me. Horrible . I keep it to myself, of course, because he’d love it if I said it aloud.
Then I feel a slick finger at my asshole, sliding up and down, oiling me from behind.
I gasp as he fits a fat fingertip to the opening of my asshole.
“How about now?” He grabs my ass cheek and pulls the flesh aside before pushing in an oily finger.
I suck in a breath as he penetrates my asshole with his hard, slick finger. I’m panting. I’ve never felt anything like it. It’s... good.
“How about now... what?”
“How do you like criminals now?” he asks, fucking me from the front with his cock and behind with his huge finger.
The feeling of it blows my mind. Pleasure ramps up inside me like chaos. He’s going to make me come again, dammit.
He curls his finger inside my asshole as he pushes in with his cock. He’s fucking me ever more deeply, ever more slowly.
I can’t think of any new capitals; I can’t think at all.
Colorado...Denver? Boulder?
My asshole widens uncomfortably as another massive finger enters me. He’s a monster, pleasuring me beyond my wildest dreams.
“Eyes on me,” he demands.
I look up, fighting to maintain a neutral expression, but maybe it doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s too late. Maybe I’m too into it.
“You’ll take what I give, won’t you?” he rumbles. “Because you’re mine.”
I close my eyes. Mine .
He pushes his fingers deeper, stretching me, his breath hot and ragged.
The men at the table worried about war, and Luka came back with his big talk. Right. At this moment, I think he could make chaos itself his bitch if he wanted. I think he’s relentless. I think he’s bulletproof.
“Eyes on me,” he whispers.
I open my eyes, but I’m not all here.
I’m thinking about medieval Norsemen and Viking invaders. Dirty, violent men who take what isn’t theirs, who don’t care one bit about civilization or crashing through castle walls with their brute force.
I’m thinking of the warfare of that era, the way killing meant you looked into a man’s eyes as you plunged a broadsword into his breast.
That’s how Luka is fucking me. Exactly like that.
“Mine,” he whispers, invading my gaze with his. It’s unbearably intimate, the way he looks at me now.
Nobody has ever looked at me like that. All my life, I’ve been the unremarkable mouse in the corner, noticed by nobody. Finally, somebody does notice me, and it’s this guy—this monster.
He’s slowing, taking me on a ride with him, building powerful sensations in me, a secret tidal surge. He has me right where he wants me, plunging in and out while he watches me lose myself to him, to the forbidden pleasure of him.
He said I’d come to crave him, and I do crave him, but that’s not enough. He wants to bring bad things out of me.
You’ll take what I give, won’t you?
Who even says that? Anger burns in me because seriously? He thinks he owns me. He thinks he owns the world.
“You’re a monster,” I say.
“There you are,” he whispers, still fucking both of my holes. “There you are.”
I snort like I don’t care. Like I don’t have a death grip on the sink.
His voice is a rumble. “You didn’t stand a chance—you never did. ”
“Dream on,” I gasp as the pleasure blooms through my core. “You don’t know anything about me, and you never will.”
“I know you’re lying to yourself right now, acting like you hate me, but you are right down in the gutter with me. You’re enjoying being fucked by a dirty criminal heathen, and if I stopped right now, you would beg for it.”
He’s perverse and evil, and he won’t rest until I’m down at his level. But I’m not at his level and never will be. I glare openly at him now with naked scorn. It’s too late. It’s all too late.
Something essential in him seems to relax. Because he likes the scorn.
Fuck.
“Nothing’s fair, is it, Edie? Especially when you hate the man who’s about to make you come.”
I grip the sink harder, bearing against the invasion of his fingers and his cock.
“Look at me like that again.” His voice is hot and hard in my ear. He pulls away and watches my eyes.
I look at him like he wants. It’s the only true thing in me.
“Yeah, like that, baby.” He’s moving differently now. There’s something wild about him. He rocks against me, movement less measured, breath ragged. “Just like that.”
He was so in control before, but he might just be the one coming undone now.
He repeats the words a few times, becoming less intelligible each time, as though the words themselves are breaking apart into bits of debris, breaking up and floating away.
That’s the last thought I have before I shatter in an explosion of feeling. In unstoppable waves of bright sensation.
He shoves into me once more with a cry, burying himself as he presses his face to my neck, using it to stifle a soft grunt of ecstasy.
The waves slow. I’m riding them. Loving them.
Did we just come together?
I’m panting. Shocked. I’m so conflicted; I hate him, but the way we just fucked... I need to touch him. I need some human contact.
Tentatively, I set my hands on his shoulders, and right then, I don’t know what anything is. I just know that I can’t float alone in space.