Chapter Sixteen
Ava
I weave past the enormous shelves as I search the wall for any kind of exit. The taste of his flesh still in my mouth with a tinge of blood from my bite. I look behind me, but I don’t see Roman, only fluttering pages of the album trailing behind me.
Fuck, there goes half the evidence .
I keep searching for an out, knowing if I stop, I lose. There are no doors to the right side but I see a small window in the back ahead of me. I look over my shoulder once more but when I look at the window again, Roman is leaning against the ledge, swinging his chain, wrapping the watch and keys around his wrist, creating a melodica like chirps of bells.
I dart left but his long arm catches me and drags my backside to his chest. I yelp as he covers my mouth with his other hand as I wriggle to run. He pushes my back against the window, moving his hand from my mouth to my throat.
I tense from the creaking of the pane and lift the blade below his chin, pressing slightly, “I win.” I struggle to speak as he chokes me against the cool glass.
He leans into the blade as it tunnels into his flesh, on the edge of drawing blood. “Two things about knives,” he says. “One, you either want to kill me or two,” he grabs my wrist, snatching the knife with his other hand, tuning it onto my neck, “I win,” he grins.
My legs burn from the chase, and the unexpected warmth that tingles from my clit. I am infuriated about him making me want him.
He lowers his hand from my throat and takes the photo-album from underneath my armpit, tossing it to the side. The pane in the window creaks again as he spreads my legs, pushing the top of his thigh against my pussy. I can feel his large hard cock grow against the leg of his pants, pulsing against mine.
Afraid I was going to fly out the fucking window, I wrap my legs around his waist. My ass props up onto the windowsill, and I brace my hands on his shoulders.
If the fucker was going to push me out, he was coming with me.
“What are you doing here? You either tell me or,” he grabs my throat again, sliding the blade down, and up again, “I will make you fucking tell me. Is that what you want? For me to fuck the answers from you?” he says, folding his bottom lip with his tongue.
I stare at his dark eyes as his fingers squeeze, clenching harder. He strokes the knife from the back of my ear, down the side of my neck and to the collar of my shirt.
I barely shake my head back and forth as I tense my legs to keep me from squirming myself against him.
“Wrong answer.” He leans in as he increases the pressure of his thigh against me.
He removes his hand as my head starts to fuzz. He licks from my jawline to my temple and groans in my ear, shifting his face inches from mine. I cry out as he slides the blade up again to the top of my throat, pinning my head against the glass. I dart my eyes to the side, watching the window bow from us. The friction of his leg spreads my inner thighs further apart, as I dig my heels into his lower back.
I plead with him, “Please… Roman… ok you win. We’re going to fall to our deaths.” The friction of his cock and thigh against my pussy makes me whimper slightly.
I hope he doesn’t feel how wet I am through his clothes.
Touching the tip of the knife, to the hollow of where my neck meets my chest, he slides it under my shirt. I close my eyes, as my lips part, fighting against the waves of light warming to my fingertips.
I roll my hips a bit as I whine, “Ple– please.”
“That’s it,” he says, pushing the hilt against me as the blade punctures a slit in my shirt, “Say it louder. Beg louder.”
The window spider cracks as he pushes against the slickness between my legs. I grind against him, as I desperately inch myself from falling to my death.
He lowers the knife and tosses it to the far corner. “I don’t know if you are asking me to stop, from pushing you out of this window,” he leans in and groans, “Mmmm, but by the way your soaking pussy grinds against me, you want me to fuck you.” He eases his chin in the hollow behind my ear, swiping my hair to the side, exposing my neck. His fingers run down my throat, tracing me, inch by inch, around my breast and to my fleshy hip. He sneaks his hand under my shirt, and I hold my breath as I halt my hips.
Fuck, his hands feel so good.
He crawls his fingers to the top of my lower mound, reaching under my thong. Letting the pressure off from his thigh, he swipes his fingers gently, and so slowly, down my slick pussy and back up. He circles my clit with his fingers as he pins his forearm across my chest. I cry out softly and look away from his face, resting my cheek on the glass. I quiver a breath and close my eyes from the fear, but it feels so fucking good.
“Please,” I whisper a moan.
He swipes two fingers down and slides two fingers into my pussy. I fight back my cries as he pulses in and out of me. “Since you said please,” he says as he plunges his fingers deep and leans further into me with his body.
The window shatters beneath us as I free-fall backward through the shards. My arms fly out in front of me as I let out my breath, widening my eyes. The glass slits tiny openings across the back of my arms and one across my lip as he removes his hand. He wraps his arms around me, pulling me upward as I watch the stars fade into the dawn.
I crash into him, nuzzling my face into his hard chest as I brace his neck. He steps back with his hands pressing into my ass cheeks and carries me to the nearest oak table. He doesn’t worry about the cluttering papers and old books strewn across the top, as he lays me down on my back, pulling my ass just past the edge of the desk. my body shakes slightly from the feeling of excitement and thrill of adrenaline.
He grabs my ankle and kisses me on the inner side of my knee, trailing his lips up. My shaking subsides as he wraps my leg to the side of him and crawls over me. The teasing of his hovering body and hard cock, pressing through his pants against my pussy, makes me arch my back somewhat. I close my eyes trying to fight the urge as he keeps his still.
I can’t believe myself right now.
He kisses my neck slowly, too slowly, under my chin moving his fingers under my panties. He takes two fingers and swipes up between my slick lips, “For someone who hates me, you sure are dripping for me,” he says as he removes his hand from me.
I nod into my chest, blushing, defending my want but my breath is heavy as my breasts touch his hard chest with every inhale. His cock twitches against me as he tilts his head with curiosity, like he captured his kill but doesn’t know where to start devouring first.
Brushing his fingers across the tiny openings on my arm he smears the dark, almost black, blood, “You are where you are not supposed to be, Cottontail. But it seems to me you don’t mind getting caught, do you?”
I nod my head in agreement, as my breath becomes deeper, because why would I fight the unavoidable evidence dripping between my legs. He bends my knees, scooting me back a bit as I brace my feet on the edge. Licking his lips, he watches my face for a response as he runs his hands along my inner thighs, slowly spreading them open.
The force of his hands press between the crease of my mound and thighs, indenting his fingers into my thickness, letting out a needy groan.
I spread my legs wider as I whimper. I am aching at his rough calloused hands on my skin, and hypnotized by the rumble of his voice. “Will you…you…”
His face lowers, grazing his teeth over my protruding nipple underneath my shirt and bites. Leaning my head back I yelp as I raise my feet to his waist. The pain, as he bites down again, shoots an instinct through me as I push against his waist with my heels.
Standing, he drags me back down to him by my waist, “You were saying something? So tell me, what were you begging for?” He tugs once more slightly, flipping me on my knees.
My calves hover over as I brace my palms down, arching my back, “I– I…” I don’t want to feel this good with him. I just want the album, but the line is blurring again as his hands tease my arched spine under my shirt.
The smell of old pages with written secrets, streaks of dry blood and the oak table mix with his earthy musk. He slides my thong to the side, swirling his fingers around my clit. He muffles out a groan, “You look so good, spreading those legs like a good girl.”
The tenderness of my body warms outward from my core, to my fingertips. I have never had anyone make me come, except by my own hand. This is a new feeling of not having control as someone else edges me close to a release. I stretch my arms above my head, digging my nails into the wood.
I fucking hate him but love how good it feels.
He stops circling, pulling his hand away as I softly cry for more. The tug of my hair wraps around his hand as he pulls my face upward. He wraps the other hand around my mouth, pinching my nose, “I will let go, when you tell me.”
Air pressurizes in my lungs as I shake my dizzy head back and forth. The burn sears my throat, hoping he lets go. He waits a few more seconds before releasing and I inhale deeply as I rock my hips backwards into him.
He lifts from me, groaning in disappointment. I press the side of my face into the wood as I peek from under my arm at him. His eyes are wild as he lifts a book to the height of his shoulders. Tensing his muscles he forces it against my ass cheek. The sweltering ache pulses from the first crack of leather against my skin. He winds his hand up higher for the next blow to the same burning spot.
My body tenses, gritting my teeth at his connect with my flesh, “Fuck…” I purr. My asscheek was on fire and I knew what he was trying to do.
I’m not telling you.
His hand glides over the welt as he lowers his body over mine, encapsulating me, caging me. “So, tell me. What. Are. You. Doing here.” His body is hard against mine and his lips so close to my ear his breath makes my hair wave slightly.
I’m silent other than my heavy exhales, fogging the slick table. I shake my head as best as I can as I watch him lift from me. His fingers find my opening, spreading my wet entrance. He inserts two fingers, and with every pump, in and out, he hooks into me, pushing me closer as the warmth intensifies from my clit.
I bite my lower lip as I close my eyes, “Oh, my—” I moan. The world shatters with a crescendo as I spasm around his fingers. Come drips down around his hand and my inner thighs as my body twitches slightly. I moan in my disconnect from the outside world other than his touch. He gently thumbs my clit as I ride the warmth of sparks, curling my toes.
He kisses the welts on my ass as I flutter back down onto my stomach, pulling his fingers out. I shimmy from underneath him onto my back as he watches my satisfaction. The fuzzy containment of my orgasm slips into normalcy as I fold my arms across my chest.
He places the fingers in his mouth as he sucks my come off with a pop of his lips, lowering them to his side, “I will find out sooner or later, Cottontail.” He gravitates, placing his hands on either side of me, forcing me to lean up. He clashes into my mouth as I savor his kiss as it cracks the wound on my lip.
The taste of blood exchanges between us as he groans into my mouth. "Mmmm, so fucking tasty. On your knees, Cottontail," he demands.
I look at him for a second, "I—"
He lifts me to my knees as he climbs into a stand. He holds my chin, as he unbuckles his belt and a knock at the door makes me jump. I sit back down and pull my shirt over my knees, wrapping my arms around my shins.
Roman isn’t phased by the thud at the door, fixating his almond eyes on my face. Bright cherry blooms of heat fill my cheeks.
“We have plenty of time, don't worry. Let's get those cuts cleaned up,” he says as he jumps down, pulling me to my feet.