Chapter 79 Rosalie #2
Enzo flashed through my head. The gold band on his finger. He was married. He’d left me for someone else. Cole. Cole went too. Ethan… my sweet Ethan didn’t even try to fight for me.
My heart shattered for the millionth time as anger and resentment rushed through my body.
“You’re right,” I rasped against Klaus’s soft lips. “This is more fun.”
He lifted me, his lips crushing against mine again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he moved us through the luxury apartment without effort.
And then we were on a bed, and I was frantically unbuttoning his shirt before he just tore it open, the buttons scattering across the floor and mattress.
Hard muscles and tattoos greeted me. I ran my hands down his chest and then along his abs, earning a soft groan from him as he worked his hand beneath my dress and tugged at my panties.
Klaus Seeley was a wild, feral animal. I’d never been in quite this position with someone who seemed decisive and so sure of what he was planning on doing. It was like he had every move already plotted, and I was helpless beneath him.
Maybe we’d had too much to drink. Or maybe I really had lost my mind. Knowing I’d let this beast of a man do whatever he wanted to me gave me a sick sense of satisfaction as I thought about the horsemen.
They were doing the same thing with another woman; at least two of them were.
I pushed away the shame, guilt, and fear and decided I needed this. I wanted this. Maybe it would finally break me open, allowing me to move forward with my life.
I was sick of thinking, of worrying, of crying over things I didn’t have control over. This I could control.
This didn’t need strings attached. It could just… be.
I deserved to feel good again, and I had a feeling that Klaus Seeley knew how to make that happen.
He stripped me easily out of my dress. He was so good with his kisses and hands that I hadn’t even noticed he had done it until my bra was dropped to the floor.
He went back on his knees and stared at me, blue eyes filled with lust and something else I couldn’t quite place.
“Aren’t you a gorgeous little thing?” he murmured, drinking me in as he slowly undid his belt.
“Klaus?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“Yes, hummingbird?” He pulled his belt off and dropped it onto the floor.
“What’s the square root of two hundred fifty-six?”
He smirked. “Sixteen. Trying to make sure I’m smart enough to fuck you breathless?”
“Maybe.” I was stalling for time. “A-And nine hundred?”
“Thirty, which is about how many seconds it’s going to take me to make you come in my mouth.”
Oh god. No one had ever said anything so dirty to me in my life.
And he wasn’t kidding. He stopped working on his pants and buried his face between my legs.
I had no idea what he was doing, but two fingers pushed deep inside my pussy, and his lips and tongue were on my clit.
I wiggled, making him grunt and suck my clit harder, his fingers working a spot deep inside me.
I ground my pussy back against his face, his mouth making my eyes roll back.
And that was it.
I came, my body convulsing from the sheer impact of it.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I cried out, my back arching off the bed, my thighs tight around his head as he continued to work me over.
Klaus Seeley certainly knew how to use that mouth of his. He had me coming again within moments.
I felt like I’d been turned to mush. To gelatin. He hadn’t even been inside me, and already I knew I wouldn’t be walking the same tomorrow.
He kissed my pussy and sat up, his lips glistening in the moonlight as he undid his pants.
I was still breathing hard, unsure of what to do or if I had the energy to continue.
I watched as he removed his pants, his very massive cock springing free from his boxers.
Oh god…
He reached past me into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. I watched him tear into it before he rolled the latex onto his dick, his eyes on me.
I shook as he lined himself up with my pussy.
He shifted so he was looming over me, his blue eyes locked on mine.
His lips brushed against mine gently before he pushed forward, breaching me. I winced beneath the intrusion, his dick stretching me as he slowly inched into my center.
“Fuck,” he said breathlessly, and balanced himself so his big body wasn’t completely crushing me. “You’re so fucking tight. God, Rosalie.”
He finally bottomed out and peppered soft kisses on my lips. I thought he’d plunge in and out of me painfully until he got his, but he didn’t. He was slow. Careful.
“Are you OK?” he asked softly.
“Y-Yes.”
“Tell me how you want it,” he murmured.
“Make me forget…”
He raked his fingers through my hair for a moment before pulling out and pushing back in.
Again.
Again.
So deep. So fucking deep.
I held onto him, my nails in his back as his lips found mine. His hands were on my body. My breasts. My face. My hair. His rhythm was in perfect time as I shifted up to meet his thrusts.
He picked up his pace, his lips moving to my neck where he sucked and kissed.
I returned in kind, nipping at his neck, making him growl as he slammed into me. The headboard banged against the wall as he took me harder, deeper, rougher.
I cried out as the fire he was building inside me took over, sweeping the heat through my body until I was coming undone, my body arching against his.
I called out his name until my voice cracked, but he continued to rut into me, making all coherent thoughts fly out of my head.
He was a hurricane, turning my memories to wreckage.
I held onto the ones I cherished and let the rest go, moaning and crying out as he ravaged every part of me until I was coming again, sure I was going to pass out from the pleasure as the room spun above us.
He slammed into me, his body tensing.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he came, his breathing heavy and his skin slick from sweat.
He moved unevenly for a moment before slowing to a stop, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Du bist ein Meisterwerk,” he whispered breathlessly. “Mein Meisterwerk. Mein. Ich werde dich behalten.”
I had no idea what he said, but he was affectionate as he kissed me once more.
“I’ll be right back,” he said softly against my lips before pulling free from my body. I watched him walk to the attached bathroom and close the door.
I winced as I tried to shift in bed to sit up. God, he’d done a number on me.
Sitting up, I carefully pulled the sheet onto my body so I was covered. I could feel how red my cheeks were.
And the tears.
Damnit, no.
I wanted this tonight. I didn’t want to cry. I was so lost in my thoughts that I hadn’t noticed his return, but he knelt in front of me and tilted my chin up so I was looking at him.
“What can I do?” he asked.
“Hold me?”
Wordlessly, he stood and moved me over before sliding into the big bed next to me. He gently brought me into his arms, where I rested my head on his chest.
He didn’t say anything. He simply held me against him.
Finally, I had myself together.
“I-I don’t do this stuff. You’re my first outside the guys—”
“I know,” he replied, tracing circles on my arm with his fingers.
“Do-Do you do this stuff often? With women?”
“Sometimes. Not like this, though. Sex, yes. I do have sex. But this? This is different. You are different.”
I went up on my elbow and stared down at him.
“How? I’m so broken—”
He reached out and cradled my face. “You are not broken in the way you think. You are a work of art. A painting in progress. I cannot wait to see who you are once you’re complete. This is but one step in finding your way.”
“You won’t hate me in the morning?”
“No, I will never hate you.” He guided me back to his lips. “Never think that.” He kissed me softly, and I kissed him back, my worries slipping away.
“Sleep. I will be gone when you wake, but I promise to return as soon as I can. Wait for me.”
“Here?”
“Yes. Right here.” He kissed me again. “In my bed. Beneath my sheets. Your clothes off. Waiting.”
I smiled against his lips.
“Not on the couch?”
“Mm, right here, Rosalie.” Another kiss.
Who was this man?
I kissed him until I was breathless. He finally broke it off and held me again.
“Sweet dreams, little hummingbird,” he murmured as my lashes fluttered with exhaustion.
For the first time in a long time, they actually were.