Chapter Fifteen #3
It was a terrible, terrible thing to be in lust with your enemy.
A tragic, tragic thing to completely forget why you should hate him when every part of your heart said mine.
God, this needs to stop...before it’s too late.
His hips drove into mine, fucking me slowly, thoroughly.
Ahhh, don’t stop...I take it back.
Don’t.
Stop.
My clit hummed.
My lower belly tightened.
My vision grew hazy as he grabbed my throat and added punishment to my pleasure. Squeezing me above my collar, he hovered over my mouth again. His pace increasing. His cock plunging and withdrawing.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
His curse almost made me come.
I moaned as he rutted shallower, crueller—
“You’re mine, Ilyana,” he growled. “Every piece. You’re mine to use. My slave to fuck.” His voice turned guttural. “Mine to defend. Mine to kill for. Mine, do you hear me? All mine, always mine...whether you hate me or not.”
I couldn’t speak anymore.
Deny anymore.
He blinded me, deafened me—
“Kiss me,” he suddenly whispered, his plea hot on my lips.
My eyes shot wide, fogged with clouds of passion.
Our stare locked.
His breath caught.
And then...
...his mouth slammed over mine.
I froze.
I died.
I waited for him to realise his mistake and stop...
Only this time—
He didn’t.
Plastering me to the wall, he fucked me.
And while his body violently claimed mine, his tongue speared into my mouth.
Trapped against his powerful bulk I had nowhere to go, nowhere to flee.
He kissed me.
Kissed me.
Damn, did he kiss me.
His tongue hunted mine. His dark taste full of rain and lightning.
His primal growl detonated every piece of cellotape holding my cardboard fortress together.
Not just a kiss.
A reckoning.
A plundering.
A takeover.
His hands pawed at my body, setting fire to every cell. His touch brutal and unkind. His fingers decorating me with pain and ownership.
Every thrust, he grunted.
Every plunge, he shuddered.
He kissed me as if I was his only reason for existing.
And I had no choice.
None whatsoever.
He stole a kiss, but he gave me his soul.
And an exchange happened right there against the wall.
A forlorn heart for a lonely heart.
A forsaken life for a forbidden life.
And I broke.
I slung my arms around his shoulders.
I opened my legs wider.
I kissed him back.
The moment I licked him, his restraint—what restraint?—exploded.
Our kiss turned demonic. Violent. Hedonistic.
We went to war with each other; we devoured each other.
Our teeth clacked, our breaths threaded, our lips bruised and worshipped.
And that was where it happened.
A meditative quality cascaded over my mind, silencing all thoughts, worries, and fears. My spirit expanded through my body, billowing from my chest into every organ, bone, and limb.
I tingled in my extremities.
My sensitivity became excruciating.
My awareness arrowed on him.
Just him.
Always him.
His hot hands on my breasts.
His hot tongue in my mouth.
His burning, burning body as he rode me and smothered me, trying to crawl all the way inside me.
Our hearts synchronized.
Our souls forged.
I became aware of everything, all while knowing nothing at all.
Energy spiralled between us.
A vortex, a helix...
Synergy.
Salvation.
An orgasm tingled.
A full-body, heart-bonded release—
“Ily—” He bit my throat, making me bleed again.
Knowing he took my lifeforce.
Knowing he needed such primitive connection.
My climax hovered on a painful crest.
And for a moment, I touched pure, pure happiness.
Yes.
Yes...
“Fuck—” His black voice entered my subspace. “I need you to come. Come for me, little dream. Come because you want me...just as much as I want you.”
My eyes flew wide.
Dream.
He sucked in a breath, noticing his slip.
His rhythm faltered just for a second.
Just enough for the rapture within me to crack.
Heinous truth flooded back.
This is wrong.
He’s wrong.
What on earth are you doing?
What mad delusion had I drunk to believe, even for a second, that I wanted this man after what he’d done to me.
“Stop,” I whimpered.
“Merde, you taste divine. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so damn long.” He kissed my cheeks, my eyes, my nose. “Every damn day.”
He kissed my lips.
Drinking me down.
Drugging me.
“Stop,” I whispered into his mouth. “You have to—”
“Come,” he groaned. “Come with me—”
“Stop,” I snapped. “Henri, please.”
He didn’t hear me.
Too far gone.
Too deep.
Too dark.
I was shattering, splintering—
“Let me go!” I scratched his shoulders, all while my body tensed to release in rip-roaring agony.
He thrust.
Hard.
Viciously, brutally hard.
Short, sharp, savage pumps.
An assault on my body and mind.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
That meditative fog only grew thicker, making me heavy and lost.
My blood sang.
My core clenched.
My climax didn’t belong to me anymore.
It belonged to him.
“Stop...” I begged even as my hips gyrated and back arched.
My mind said no more, but my body said give me everything.
I split in two.
Battling right and wrong.
The more I struggled to get away, the more my body burned.
“Don’t.” I felt as if I’d break apart—shatter into the cosmos and become stardust. “Henri, stop!”
The refusal, the fight—it twisted and tangled, tempting the madness inside me and his lonely monster.
“Christ, yes.” His snarl as he jack-knifed into me made my hair stand on end. “God, I love feeling you struggle.”
I fought harder.
Grew wetter.
Climbed up that high, high mountain of bliss.
This was no longer about physical survival.
It’s spiritual.
“Henri...”
“Ily.” He kissed me again, gagging me and destroying me in one brilliant move.
He licked me.
Oh God—
Everything turned into a supernova.
A nebula of light.
A blackhole of endings.
I lost.
I came.
I came excruciatingly hard.
I screamed.
I became a different person.
Nothing more than flesh and feeling as I impaled myself on him and gave him everything.
He grunted as if I’d ripped out his heart and crushed it in my bare hands.
He thickened inside me.
His rampaging hips almost shunted me through the wall.
“Goddammit,” he roared.
The crown of his cock pounded against my G-spot.
I didn’t stand a chance.
My second orgasm didn’t just detonate in my core but in my very spirit.
“Stop. Oh God. Oh God. Stop. Please stop.”
He was killing me.
Suffocating me by pleasure.
On and on.
My body fisted him.
Rippling.
Milking.
“Fuck!” The jerks as he came.
The shudders as he spilled inside.
Spurting deep, deep within—coating me, marking me, making me his.
A full body quake as he fed me his final drop.
Panting hard, he slammed his forehead against the wall by my ear as he struggled to breathe.
And that was where horror found me.
What we’d done.
How I’d felt.
What he’d called me.
And the awful truth about everything.
I felt as if I’d leap out of my skin.
My heart was a traitor.
My body my biggest enemy.
I need to run...
“Henri...” My voice caught on tears. Tears I would never shed in his company. Tears that threatened to river. “Let me go. Please...please let me go.”
Slowly, he reared back.
His lust-glazed eyes met mine.
He went to kiss me with awe and affection, but...whatever he saw made him trip backward, disengage, and shove me far, far away from him.