Chapter 39 #2
Ella wanted to laugh at him and mock him. And she would have, if she hadn’t been smothered in layer after layer of disbelief. She tried to push him and step away. Thor pressed his body harder against hers, the erection beneath his jeans making its point against her belly.
Desire bloomed and boiled in her veins, neutralizing the rebellion that some part of her mind knew she should throw at him. Yet the young woman could only focus on the pleasurable sensations she felt only when he touched her.
She didn’t know how, but his hands were on her, skin to skin, his sinful mouth sucking and biting her breasts, unprotected by the bra he had removed at some point.
Marking her creamy skin with poisonous hickeys.
Ma, Dio, she couldn’t think. Even air was scarce.
Excitement, liquid and warm, coated her folds while her nails scratched, writing welts on tanned skin.
“Are you sleeping with him?” The answer became a sharp moan when he furtively buried two fingers in her pussy. He thrust there, then stopped. “Damn you, answer me. Are you fucking him? Did you fuck him today?”
The provocation was veiled in a single word:
“I should.”
The reaction was immediate. His lascivious mouth devastated hers, marking her, setting her soul on fire, driving his possession deep.
Everything so fast it left her disoriented.
Thor took her, hard and forceful. Ella had no choice but to tighten her fingers on his broad shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, in a mixture of rebellion at her silent surrender and the anticipation of feeling him again.
Their mouths broke apart to share a mutual groan and a hard rush of air when Thor began to move.
Fast. Hard. Deep.
She surrendered despite herself.
With every new deep thrust, making her nothing but gelatin under his command, Thor asked again in a rough voice:
“Does he fuck you good like I do? Does he make you scream and beg for more?”
With no answers other than moans, he drove into her without mercy, relentless, desperate to mark and possess her not only with his sex but also with his mouth and hands. He was unhinged. He didn’t want there to be any trace of another man on the body of the woman he loved, nothing but his own.
Thor took advantage of her weakness to lift her, grabbed her ass, and hoisted her up. She wrapped her legs around him. Her body trembled around him.
Ella moaned and arched her back, receiving what he gave her.
The hammering intensified to the edge of agony.
With every powerful drive of his hips, his pelvis stimulated her sensitive clitoris.
The wet sounds filled the room, heightening the frenzy of arousal.
Her womb convulsed and tightened, the inner walls of her vagina molding around the thick penis in a firm grip as her thighs began to shake.
A delicious tingling crossed her belly and moved down. She was going to come.
The orgasm exploded, strong and turbulent, making her weep, abandoned to the sensation.
Thor drove into her one, two, three, eight more times.
“Ah, fuck! Fuck. Fuck.”
Rough fingers marked her creamy skin, possible bruises would be there by morning, but all she could feel was him. Heithor. Reaching his own pleasure, filling her with his penis and his semen until he stopped, his hips buried in hers.
Their wounded hearts pulsed hard, their panting breaths the only sounds in the room. The heavy smell of sex floated in the air.
Thor loosened his grip on her, moved his head from her shoulder to the side, and brushed his lips gently over the skin of her neck.
His mouth kissed and licked, his nose breathing her in.
He couldn’t deny it. He was arrogantly happy.
“I love your scent… our scent.”
He moved his mouth to hers in a soft kiss.
“I hate you,” she said, without emotion.
Thor found nothing but a cold desert in her eyes.
Swallowing hard, he withdrew carefully and placed her on the floor. He adjusted his softened cock inside his pants and then stepped away as if he had been burned by her words. But then again, he had hurt her gratuitously. It was the same.
Thor turned his back to her, bringing his hands to his head.
Ella could breathe without the effect of him and the pleasure she had just experienced clouding her mind and senses.
She wasn’t going to cry, but she wanted to.
Cry with rage at herself for having been so weak and for having delighted in the pleasure he gave her. But mainly, she wanted to cry because he was so stupid and cowardly, deceiving her naive heart only to hurt it again.
A part of her, built of colored mist, was happy and writing a list of illusions because he was there, because of his jealousy.
That meant something, didn’t it?
But the other part, the underlying layer, solid and cold, her reason, knew the painful truth, cutting even deeper into her heart.
Nothing had changed. A fuck was just a fuck.
Still leaning against the wall, she closed the robe and tied it with trembling hands.
Her legs, still weak, took two steps to the side, and her body dropped into the velvet armchair.
Her throat felt tight, painful. Humiliated and, for the first time, feeling dirty because of the sex they had shared, she watched the man she loved sit on the edge of the bed they had shared months ago.
The stage of silly fights and many reconciliations that, in that moment, were simply too painful to remember.
His features were hard when he looked at her in the silence of the room’s half-light.
Her heart wept at the confirmation.
“How long?”
Ella let out a nervous laugh, hiding her anger beneath layers of disbelief. He really believed she and Ben were together, she thought with acidic humor.
What did that make her in his eyes?
She wanted to confirm the false accusation. Her dark side wanted to mock him because she knew it would hurt him. And then what? There were already too many lies destroying the little beauty she had managed to build, and although he didn’t deserve her truth, she gave it to him.
“I never had anything with him.”
“That’s not what I saw,” Thor growled and got to his feet.
“You’re so ridiculous.” Sarcasm lined her words as she stared at him with silent, contained rage. “And what, Castellammare? What difference does it make if I kissed him, if I slept with him or not? I don’t believe that’s any of your business, since you yourself kicked me out of your life.”
“How fucking long? Did you laugh about me behind my back?”
The man’s jaw ticked and the vein in his neck pulsed furiously, his hard, angry eyes fixed on her. His voice was icy, the accusations veiled, as if he truly believed she was dirty and low enough to betray him.
Thor paced back and forth, agitated.
“I knew it, all that friendship.” He stopped and fixed on her. “Your attachment to that son of a bitch wasn’t normal. There was something there. I just didn’t want to see it was betrayal. Fuck! With my employee? How could you do that, Antonella? How? Answer me!”
Ella didn’t look away when he came to her, his hands planted on the arms of the chair with such force his muscles bulged, trapping her there while he condemned her with his black stare and growled, tormented, into her face.
“You asked me, you used sex, an intimate and sacred moment between us to ask me that he…” Thor stopped, as if verbalizing the words hurt too much.
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, they were pained and disappointed.
Ella didn’t want to speak. She was tired, exhausted by that situation. She wanted to be alone to unravel the ball of wire choking her throat.
“I never betrayed you. Not with him, not with anyone. I never betrayed you in any way while we were together. You, on the other hand, can’t say the same, huh?”
His black gaze stalked hers, studying, so intense she could swear she could see his mind drinking in the truth of her words, realizing that he had been a fool. Once again. He straightened and took two steps back, his Adam’s apple moving, shame flashing in his eyes.
“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have come here and…” He fell silent, looking disturbed, and began to turn to leave, but her loud laugh froze his feet.
“You are? You’re sorry?”
Ella stood.
“Yes, I’m sorry, Ella. I’m sorry for the accusations…”
The humility and shame in his tone made her tremble with rage.
“Now you believe me?”
“Shouldn’t I?”
“You’re funny. No, wait, you’re a huge son of a bitch!”
“I’m not going to defend myself. You have every right to be furious with me…” God, he really wanted to kill her with rage. “…You were right. I had no right to come here and demand anything from you. Forgive me.”
Ella shook her head, put her hands on her waist, and turned on her heels, giving him her back. How easy it was to deceive yourself and destroy yourself in so little time, she thought sadly and pressed her lips together, looking up. She breathed deeply.
She would not cry. He didn’t deserve a single tear.
Thor was at her back in a second, his large hands closing around her waist, making her close her eyes and breathe deeply again.
“Please forgive me. I was wrong… I lost my head… I saw you two and I got pissed. I had no right, but I can’t stand the thought of you with another man.”
Thor rested his forehead on the top of her head, seeming as tired as she was.
Her tears fell. It wasn’t love motivating him to be there, but possession.
The realization hit like a punch to her stomach.
Pain radiated. Used. He had treated her like an object.
God, how she hated him and hated herself for being so weak.
“Now that you’ve marked your territory and shown you’re the alpha male, because to you that’s what this is, isn’t it? Get out of my room, Heithor.”
“I…”
She moved away and faced him, enraged.
“What? Are you going to say you didn’t come here for that? To use me one more time, showing you’re the big man, and then toss me aside like I’m nothing? What kind of person do you think I am, Heithor? Am I so low in your shitty opinion that…”