Chapter 20 #2
I swallowed hard. “I don’t remember.”
“Liar.”
“I’m not lying,”
“Well, then, there’s only one way to find out.
” He towered over me and placed a single finger on my lips.
The wild curls of his hair hung down the sides of his face, his beard as unruly as ever.
Intense green eyes followed the movement of his hand as it slowly traveled down my chin…
my chest…between my breasts causing me to shiver.
I let out a whimper, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. A part of me wanted to slap that smile off his face, hating that he knew he affected me this way. But the biggest part of me relished his touch, loving the way my body climbed higher and higher, closer to the edge.
Biting his bottom lip, he traced his finger down my stomach, and I cursed my body for responding to his touch.
This wasn’t something I wanted, yet my body made no secret about the fact that it was exactly what it wanted.
And Granite knew that. He was so confident because, as he had claimed before, he knew me.
He had been a part of my life long before I was even aware.
As his touch stopped just above the waistband of my tights, his gaze cut to mine for a second before he looked down again.
“A woman’s body has a voice of its own, Alyx.
It can tell a man exactly what it wants.
” The tip of his finger teased across my skin, threatening to dip beneath the fabric.
A part of me wanted to push his hand away, but another part of me urged him to touch me lower.
It was utterly insane how my body burned for him, flames promising to incinerate me while my skin hungered to feel his warmth.
I tried to fight it. I tried to remain strong, to not succumb to the desire he so easily stirred within me.
By the way lust pooled between my legs, I knew I was losing the fight.
“What do you think I’ll find when I touch you…there?” Fingers dipped in beneath the waistband, dangerously close to where it ached.
“Nothing.” I swallowed hard, the lie feeling like gravel in my throat.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” He moved his wrist, and a single digit slipped through my sensitive folds, and I couldn’t stop the moan from escaping me.
“Ballerina girl, it seems your body is weeping for me.”
“Screw you.”
“Soon.”
A finger dipped lower, pushing against my entrance, and my hips bucked.
“Jesus, Alyx. Your body is just as desperate as your pussy is wet.”
“Stop.” The plea lacked desperation but weighed heavily with longing.
The pad of his finger brushed against my clit, and I arched my back, an electric current surging up my spine.
“Granite, this isn’t right.” My voice was soft, too soft, lacking conviction.
With leisurely circles against the bundle of nerves, he pushed me toward an edge no man had ever taken me to. But I got yanked away from the edge when he pulled his hand out of my pants, the elastic of my tights snapping against my skin.
Rapid breaths caused my chest to rise and fall, and I closed my eyes, desperate to get a handle on myself, to will my body into fighting.
If I had to succumb, if I had to submit to him now, I’d be lost forever.
It would be a reckless mistake I’d never be able to come back from.
I knew with every ounce of my being that if I allowed him to possess me once, he would never let me go. And I wouldn’t want him to.
Something cold pressed against my ankle, and I jerked. “What are you—” My shoulders ached as I tried to lift my head. Looking down, I saw a knife glinting with evil intent as he pressed it against my skin. “Jesus, Granite. Stop.”
Fear thundered against my ribs, and I tried to thrash.
“Lay still, Alyx. We wouldn’t want this blade to slip, now, would we?”
“Granite, please stop. You’re scaring me.”
“Yet your pussy is still wet for me.” With a yank, he cut through the ropes around my ankle before leaning over me, freeing my other foot from being bound to the bed.
My first instinct was to kick him in the face, but it proved futile as he grabbed my ankle. “Play nice, or I swear to God I’ll tie you up in a way that leaves that virgin pussy of yours exposed and ready for me to desecrate in a way that won’t be fun,” he grinned, “for you, anyway.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” He let go of my leg then reached for the hem of my shirt. “You and I both know this moment has been a long time coming.”
I flinched as he ripped my shirt straight down the middle, fabric falling down my sides.
Tears prickled my eyes, knowing I was exposed. No man had ever seen me like this, regarded me in such a sexual way. And this wasn’t how I imagined it. Ropes, and knives, and tears were not part of how I imagined my first time would be.
“Please,” I whispered before his warm lips enclosed my nipple.
The sensation swooshed straight through to my belly, and I moaned involuntarily.
Tears finally escaped, slipping down the side of my face even though my body responded to the way his tongue lapped against the hard bud, making leisurely circles just like his finger had done earlier against my clit.
How was it possible to hate how this was happening, yet I didn’t want it to stop?
It was like my mind and my body were at odds with each other, one trying to fight while the other was eager to surrender.
My back arched when his lips let go of my nipple with a pop. Rough, warm hands touched my hips, and I had no idea what he was doing…until he pulled the tights from my legs, my feet slamming down on the mattress.
“Granite, please stop.” More tears poured down my face, and my belly started to ache. There were too many conflicting emotions, feelings running rampant inside me, and it was starting to tear me apart.
“I told you,” he started. “I warned you the next time you kiss me back, I won’t leave until I’ve made you bleed.”
“Jesus,” I cried, feeling like I was drowning in panic. “You’re a fucking savage.”
“Shhh,” he cooed, and his gentle touch started at my left foot, slowly brushing across my skin as it moved upward.
My body shivered, my legs squirming above the sheets.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Alyx. Why do you think I’ve kept men away from you all this time?
” His touch stopped as it reached my hip, fingertips teasing my skin.
My sex clenched, knowing how close he was to touching me there. I wanted him to touch me there. Yet I wanted him to stop. Fuck!
A single finger traced across my skin, settling just above my sex, and my hips moved, my body’s desperation for pleasure taking the reins.
I pulled against my restraints, crying out while pinching my eyes closed, hating yet loving every second of his torture.
“I made sure your innocence remained because I wanted to be the one who corrupted it.”
“Granite—”
“Think about it, Alyx. Think about all those times you touched yourself, imagining it was me.”
“No.” I shook my head and licked my lips.
“How did I do it? How did I make you come?”
“Fuck you.”
He laughed, the sound something between amusement and malevolence.
“Did I spread your pussy lips like this?” He slipped two digits between my folds, and I moaned out loud as he spread them wide. The cold air teased across the wetness of my arousal, and the sensations that possessed me was like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
“Did I play with your clit…like this?” With his other hand, he used the pad of his thumb, gently rubbing against that one sweet spot.
I bucked as pleasure zapped through my gut, slamming against every bone in my body.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, ballerina girl? That tiny little clit of yours open, unhooded, and just waiting to be worked.”
My mind scattered while tears still slipped down my cheeks, but they became less and less, pleasure slowly smothering my fear.
His fingers kept its rhythm. “Did touching yourself ever feel this good?”
I shook my head again. Because the truth was, nothing felt as good as it did when he touched me there.
I’d given myself countless orgasms thinking of this moment, thinking of him.
But judging by the way my body burned, my insides ready to burst into flames, I knew no orgasm I’d given myself would compare to being pleasured by him.
“Did you imagine my mouth between your legs?” His hand grabbed my inner thigh, spreading my legs while his fingers kept my inner lips parted and open.
When I felt the warmth and the wetness of his tongue on my clit, I cried out.
The pleasure was so intense, it was almost painful, my muscles tremoring and quaking with possession.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered against my sensitive flesh, the warmth of his breath moving inside me. “I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to take what is rightfully mine.”
“Granite, this isn’t right.”
“Well, it sure as fuck ain’t wrong either.” With a moan, he sucked my clit into his mouth, teasing the tip of his tongue against it. He groaned like a starved animal finally able to sate his hunger. And the harder he licked, sucked, eating me out, the higher my body climbed.
I balled my fists, tugging against the ropes, my head falling back as I arched myself off the mattress.
The pleasure was too intense, too raw, and it ached, causing me to involuntarily close my legs.
But Granite yanked my legs apart without fucking up the rhythm of his tongue against my pussy.
Then he stopped abruptly. “What the fuck?”
“What?” My voice was nothing but a rush of air.
He pulled my thigh, twisting my flesh. “You have a tattoo.”
Fuck. Embarrassment spread like a hundred-and-ten-degree summer day up my neck and into my cheeks.
“The skull,” he said as he traced a finger around it. “You got the Kings skull.”
He looked up at me, eyes more determined than ever. “And yet you still argue the fact that you belong to me. You inked it on your fucking skin, Alyx, proof that you knew you were mine long before I fucking took you.”