52. River
RIVER
F reya’s cheeks flush deeper at my words.
Her skin glistens under the golden light, the slight sheen making her pale complexion glimmer.
She looks tired, stunning, and so very well used.
My focus though, is on her eyes. Those cloudy green irises, that have been dull and dead since that day in the clearing, are shining bright.
Life streams out of her and the dual claws of fear and concern unhook from my ribcage.
I knew we had to do something, had to stop her from getting too lost in her grief but a small part of me was terrified this would backfire. I should have known Freya could take it, should have trusted that she is the other half of me. Of us. Our perfect fit.
“I believe, my darling,” I murmur, dragging my thumb over her cock-swollen lips, “I gave you an order.”
A smile teases her mouth. She crawls onto the bed, deliberately provoking me with the sway of her hips. The red lines from my whip have satisfaction humming deep inside me and she lies down on her back all too soon.
My cock fights against the constrains of my pants. It’s impatient as fuck but I want to take my time with her. Remind her that I’m the one in control here. That when the voices in her head get too loud all she has to do is listen to me .
I nod at Oz and Jude, and they take hold of Freya’s arms, pinning her down once more.
I pick up the Cat-O-Nine tails and walk around the bed. Goosebumps break out across her skin as I trail the soft strands over her breasts and stomach.
“River, please,” she begs.
“Please what?”
“I want you.” Needy, desperate eyes gaze up at me.
I come to a stop at the foot of the bed and place one knee on the mattress. I flip the whip in my hand, wrapping my fingers around the base as I bring the cylindrical, ridged handle to her cunt.
Being throat fucked by Eli got her worked up. Juices coat her pussy and thighs. The handle slides in with ease, but the ridges along the edges have Freya’s eyes rolling back in her head. I work the whip between her legs, slowly pumping it in and out of her tight cunt.
Her back arches, only Oz and Jude’s hold keeping her down.
I twist the handle, the nine tails of the whip swishing against her inner thighs.
“River…” she moans.
The corner of my lips tilts up. “Use your words, darling. I want to hear you beg for me.”
“ Please , River,” she says again.
“Please what?”
She knocks her head against the pillow and groans in frustration. “Please stop fucking me with the damn whip and give me your cock.”
I halt my movements and raise a single, disapproving brow. “Feeling bratty, are we?”
Freya grimaces while Jude tries to smother his laugh.
“Hmm, I don’t think bratty little girls should get to talk, do you?” I take the whip and hold it to her mouth. “Bite.”
Freya’s teeth clench down on the handle. Her juices glisten along the black leather and I almost come in my pants when her tongue darts out, licking across the surface.
Fuck control.
I tear my cock free and drive into Freya’s slick heat. I bring her legs to my shoulders and lift her up, tilting her body as I pound her sweet cunt. Tingles flurry at the base of my spine and I know I’m not going to last long.
This woman undoes me. I may demand control but I belong to her just as much as she belongs to me.
My gaze locks onto the tracker bracelet around her good wrist. I slipped it back on while she slept the night we got back from the clearing. The immediate danger Zach posed may be gone but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let up.
Freya lives in every beat of my heart. I won’t risk a single thing taking her away from me.
I hook her legs around my back and lower myself over her. I take the whip from her mouth, and she tugs me down the last few inches. We battle out our fear, our obsession, in a kiss. She tastes of strawberries and cream and her tiny gasps breathe life into me.
I slide my hand between us and find her clit, rolling it under my thumb until Freya’s breaths quicken and her mouth falls open in a perfect ‘o’.
Her pussy contracts around me, milking my cock as I press my forehead to hers and spill my seed inside of her.
One day, I’ll let that seed take root.
I lift my head just enough to lock eyes with her. “I love you,” I say, the declaration coming straight from my soul.
She smiles up at me, her cheeks rosy red and her eyes dancing. “I love you too, River. I love all of you.”
I let out a soft laugh. From the detective trespassing on my crime scene to the woman who has my whole heart.
In a life I so carefully control, Freya is the one thing I never saw coming.