Chapter 6 #3
My pussy spasmed with a sharp, electric anticipation at the sight of him. This was the man who had haunted my dreams in the sterile quiet of Zeno’s penthouse.
He knelt between my legs, his large, calloused hands gliding up the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He didn't ask, but commanded, forcing my legs apart until I was completely open to him, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the burning heat radiating from his palms.
“You’re fucking mine, Daphne. Do you understand?” He leaned down, his voice a territorial vibration against my skin. “Here? In this bed? In this city? You belong to me.”
He didn't wait for my surrender. Instead, he took it.
He dropped his head, his tongue darting out to lick a slow, wet stripe from my knee all the way up to the pulsing, aching heat of my center.
I sobbed, my back arching off the furs of the bedspread, my fingers burying in the silver-gray pile.
He was relentless. He used his teeth to graze the soft flesh of my thigh, leaving small, stinging marks—a map of his claim that I would see in the mirror tomorrow and remember exactly to whom I belonged.
He found my clit with the precision of a predator, sucking the swollen, sensitive bud into his mouth while he slipped two fingers deep inside me. He mimicked the brutal, rhythmic thrust I was begging for, his thumb working me into a frenzy.
I was a wreck of nerves and hunger, my pussy clenching around his fingers in desperate, milking spasms that blurred my vision into static.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he growled against my slick skin, his breath hot and damp.
Just as the first wave of release began to shatter me—just as the stars behind my eyelids exploded—he pulled away.
I let out a broken, jagged cry of protest, my hips following him, reaching for the ghost of his mouth.
“Thal! Don’t stop! I’m right there ... please!”
“You’ll get what you need when I say so,” he commanded, his eyes dark with a terrifying yet beautiful authority.
He flipped me over in one effortless motion, a display of raw strength that left me breathless. He pressed my face into the soft, decadent bedding as he gripped my hips, hauling me to my knees.
I felt the cool air hit my back for a heart-stopping second before the scorching weight of him pressed against my spine.
“Look at the window, Daphne,” he hissed into my ear, his teeth sinking into the sensitive cord of my neck, his hand reaching around to catch my chin and force my head toward the floor-to-ceiling glass.
“Look at the city. It thinks Zeno is king. It thinks he owns the shadows. But right now? You’re the only thing in this town that matters. And you’re screaming for me.”
He didn't give me time to breathe. He grabbed my waist, his fingers bruising my skin as he anchored me, and then he drove into me. It was a single-minded, brutal thrust that bottomed out deep inside my soul, stretching me until I thought I’d break, then proving I wouldn't.
I screamed into the bedding, the sound muffled and raw. He was thick, white-hot, and utterly relentless. He began to move, long, punishing strokes that hit my G-spot with every forward surge, rattling my teeth and making my brain melt into honey.
The rhythmic sound of his skin slapping against my ass and the wet, heavy squelch of his cock sliding in and out of my soaked heat filled the room, drowning out the hum of the Vegas Strip.
“Who owns you?” he demanded, in a primal, ragged roar as he increased the pace, his thrusts becoming a violent blur of motion that threatened to undo me.
I looked through the glass at the distant, shimmering glow of the Olympus.
High above the Strip, the neon 'O' flickered, the gold light dying for a split second.
From this angle, it looked like a hollow zero—a nothingness that represented the hollow life I was leaving behind.
I turned my eyes away from the window, away from the ghost of Zeno, and focused only on the man shattering me.
“You!” I sobbed, my head tossing as the climax hit me like a physical blow, a violent eruption that started in my core and radiated to my fingertips. “You own me! Thal!”
He let out a jagged, triumphant growl, his hands sliding from my waist into my hair, pulling my head back as he buried himself to the hilt.
His entire body went rigid, his muscles jumping under my touch as he exploded inside me, his white-hot heat flooding my core, and filling me until I felt like I was overflowing with him.
He stayed there, pinned to my back, his heart thudding against my spine in a heavy, victorious rhythm that told me I wasn't just his lover.
I was his kingdom.
He stayed inside me, his cock still throbbing against my pulsing walls, as if he were trying to fuse our bodies together before the world could find a way to tear us apart. We stayed like that for a long time, tangled, sweating, and shattered.
When he finally rolled us over, pulling me into the crook of his arm, the sun was just beginning to bleed over the Vegas horizon, turning the neon of the city into pale, sickly ghosts.
My skin was a map of his possession, with bruises on my hips, marks on my neck, and the lingering, heavy ache of him inside me.
He looked down at me, his eyes softer now but still carrying that bottomless hunger. He leaned down and kissed my forehead, his voice a low, possessive rasp.
“I told you, little bird. The cage door is shut. And you’re never going back.”
In the silence of the dawn, I didn't feel like a prisoner. For the first time in ten years, as I listened to the steady, victorious thud of Thal’s heart, I felt like I was exactly where I was meant to be. I wasn't Zeno’s ward. I wasn't a debt to be paid.
I was a queen in the making.