Chapter 38 Gedeon #2
He yanked on the leash. She shrieked as she fell backward onto the smooth wooden surface, and he caught her head.
“What the—” She clawed at her collar. Zion had coiled the leather strip around his fist to keep her in place without a chance of getting up.
“I want to see you crumble.” I thrust into her, my thumb digging deep above her hips—she was going to carry my bruises for weeks; not a day without my marks on her body—and another teasing her clit in a bit too rough circles that made her squirm.
The more aggressive I was, the harder she came. “I want to ravage you like a savage.”
She fruitlessly tried to grab onto anything as I pounded into her, her breasts bouncing under the thin fabric of her dress that I was set on tearing to shreds the moment we were alone.
“Gods,” she cried out.
“The gods aren’t fucking you right now,” Zion drawled, pulling away the thin black material covering her breasts.
His tongue flicked her pebbled nipple, his gaze not straying from mine, and he sucked the bud into his mouth, eliciting a visual of how his lips would look closing around me.
“Pray to him.” His teeth nipped the reddened piece of flesh and tugged.
She screeched and contracted so hard around me I could not move anymore.
“Fuck.” I hit the desk.
Pray to him.
Kali’s hands found Zion’s face, and she shoved at him.
A sinful grin curved his mouth as he pulled his knife out of a sheath strapped to his upper arm and repeated the process. This time, he pressed the flat side of the blade on her tortured nipple immediately after releasing it, and the steel chilling the abused bud caused her to writhe.
“Enough.” Panting, she pleaded to Zion. “Or I’ll make you regret this.”
“If you want this to stop, say his name.” He did it all over again. “Pray to him.”
Pray to him.
My restraint fractured.
She croaked out, “Gedeon.”
“That’s right.” I pinched her certainly throbbing nipple. “Your gods cannot fill you up like this, can they?”
“N-o.” Her legs locked around me, the heels of her boots poking my lower back, and a sheen of sweat coated her forehead as she clutched the edge of the desk for her dear life.
My control shattered beyond recovery as I pounded into her, yet disintegrated further at the view of her taking me in fully, welcoming me with wet noises, her arousal glistening on my length as I withdrew before slamming back in, my hearing consumed by her pretty cries.
Roughly grasping her hip to keep her in place, drawing circles around her clit, I kept up my rhythm, not switching things up. She began clenching around me, and I brushed right over her clit—direct stimulation at the end always plunged her into coming.
“Ge-de-on,” she choked out as Zion pulled on the collar to restrict her airway. Her body tensed, back arching, and she collapsed, quivering from exertion.
I bent over her, my weight on my forearms caging her head, and with a couple of brutal thrusts, buried myself to the hilt. The tightness in my pelvis burst, my balls drawing up, and I lost myself in her convulsing around each spurt of my cum.
The thought of it leaking out of her the rest of the evening… She was not allowed to clean up.
“Little death.” I nibbled on her neck, under the collar, and she released a shaky breath. “You feel so much better than I imagined.”
“That’s not the compliment you think it is, asshole.” She tugged on my hair, coaxing tingles to rain on my scalp.
I raised onto my elbows. “That’s next.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Not. Happening.”
“Not today.” I nipped the unaffected spots of her skin, visualizing them colored by my bruises. “But you belonging to me includes your body, part of it being your ass. Mine to take, mine to use.”
“I take it back,” she grumbled. “I want to remove the tattoo.”
“Too late now.” I straightened from lying over her, fixed my pants, and helped her off the desk. Spinning her around, her back against my chest, I gripped her throat under the collar. “Congratulations are in order.”
The crowd reveled in utter disarray, the couches covered in almost or completely naked writhing bodies.
Moans and groans traveled from couples pressed up against the walls or groups rolling around on the cushions, while those interested only in watching tonight chatted between themselves around the standing tables scattered across the hall.
Eli and Eislyn raised their glasses toward us from the closest one, and their group cheered with shouts and claps.
“We were the show,” Kali groused.
“You were.” I wrapped the leather strip back around her collar, secured the buckle, and navigated us to the front of the raised dais. “Now go meet our friends. You are not to join anyone, but if you find anything you like, you come to me or Zion and ask nicely. Then I might consider.”
“You don’t tell me what to do. If I feel like it, I’ll fuck whoever I want.” With a scoff, she jumped off the platform, untangling the mess of her hair and striding off to Eli and Eislyn.
Disobedient little death.
But now she wore my mark. I was free to carry out the consequences.
Only, not tonight. No, tonight, I would let her roam the hall freely while she mulled over my words in that beautiful head of hers.
I paced back and ripped the chair from underneath the ebony desk, taking my seat overlooking the hall. My legs spread wide, I folded my arms across my chest.
“That was fun.” Zion hopped on the desk and situated himself in a cross-legged position. Because, apparently, a chair was not a sufficient seat for him. Not that his action surprised me.
As he looked me up and down, my still half-hard cock throbbed. A grunt was all the response he was going to get from me. The memory of him yielding to my orders together with her had carved itself into my retinas.
He was the one thing I had never allowed myself to take. Because if I did, I knew he would have paid for it with his life. Leading our people did not come without a cost. A high one.
And he had survived all this time. Stood next to me. Bent to my wishes. Played his games with me. Repeatedly, despite me throwing him off the board at the finish line of each match.
I could not make him a more prominent target than he already was.
I simply could not wreck him again. I was the one who had broken him twelve years ago, turned him into who he had become.
In a moment of weakness, I had given the only command I regretted to this day.
Hurt him so much that he had to find a new way to exist. Learn to wear the mask of madness.
Relish cruelty. View people as walking dolls to be toyed with.
Hide the limbo he was stuck in behind the wall of his teasing remarks.
He might say insanity had claimed him, but it was not the truth.
It was me.