Chapter 20 #3
Before I know it, I’m standing in the shower, scrubbing my body so hard that my skin begins to burn.
With each stroke, I find my mind drifting to Thane.
To the way my entire body comes to life when he bites me.
To the way his hands heat my skin everywhere they touch.
To the way his gaze seems to awaken some feral part of me.
I slide my hand lower as the water flows, feeling the need for release while more images of Thane fill my head.
His piercing eyes and chiseled body. His sharp jawline and the deep V that leads to…
A gasp spills from my lips as I plunge my fingers inside myself, imagining they were Thane’s cock instead.
I shouldn’t even want to think of him after everything he’s done, but he’s who my body craves.
And fuck, it feels good to finally give myself over to the lust I’ve been trying to fight off.
No matter how badly I want to, there’s no fighting this bond chaining me to him.
It’s too demanding, and right now, it’s drowning me in a pool of desire.
My mind wanders back to the dream I had the night I had stayed in Thane’s bed, engulfed by his scent.
I play out the fantasy in my head, remembering the image of him on his knees with his head between my thighs, looking at me with a fierce kind of longing.
Back then, he had woken me up before I could see it through, but he’s not here to stop me now.
I move my fingers to my clit, circling it as I imagine his tongue licking me up while he pushes his fingers inside of me with a feral growl.
Without even experiencing him, I know Thane’s the kind of guy who knows exactly how to make a woman come, and though the dominant energy he forces over me might usually enrage me, the thought of him dominating me sexually is a whole different story.
I plunge my fingers back inside me, letting my mind conjure vivid images of Thane’s cock filling me up while I’m at his mercy.
My breath hitches in my throat when I force them deeper, chasing a high I haven’t felt in years.
An aching kind of desperation claws at me with each thought of Thane, feeding this uncontrollable hunger I have for him.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt the rush of an orgasm, and my body is begging to be satiated.
My thoughts run wild, playing out different scenarios while heat radiates from my core.
I picture myself bent over Thane’s desk with my legs spread wide as he drives his cock into me so hard that I have to cling to the desk for support.
Just the thought of him towering over me like a god, promising to bring me to ruin has my stomach tumbling, and while the fantasy of him dominating me plays out, I plunge two fingers into my pussy, imagining that I’m taking the full length of him.
All of the hatred and disgust I have for him seems to fuse with the mark’s lust, fueling the relentless desire I have to feel his touch, and as I envision him slapping my ass and digging his fingers into my hips while he claims my body like a savage beast, I pump my fingers faster and faster.
The pleasure continues to build, and I slide my fingers back to my clit, knowing it’ll push me over the edge.
It feels so good that I have to cling to the shower wall for support while images of my hair wrapped around Thane’s fist and his eyes on mine as he fucks my mouth flash across my mind.
I imagine the sounds he would make and the way his body would tense beneath my fingertips, unable to withstand the feeling of my lips wrapped around him as he reaches the back of my throat with each thrust of his hips.
My fingers move with urgency now, rubbing my clit to the point of climax while I picture Thane coming with me.
A quiet whimper slips from my lips as I ride the wave of the orgasm, savoring each second of ecstasy before the inevitable shame can claim me.
Within seconds, the hot water seems to turn ice cold, and the clarity of what I’ve done comes crashing down on me.
This fucking bond is like a drug, warping my mind and clouding my judgment to the point I don’t even know what is real sometimes.
Thane is my tormentor, a vile man who I should never fantasize about, and yet it feels impossible not to.
Like this mark is seducing me into feeling things for him despite my endless hatred for this monster.
Sometimes, it doesn’t even feel like my mind and body are my own anymore.
It’s almost like they belong to the bond now, and nothing I do will save me from the consequences that come with it.
I turn the water off and step out of the shower, wrapping myself in a towel of shame.
Disgust crawls along my skin, consuming me while I remind myself of all the awful things Thane has done to me.
Despite scrubbing my skin raw, I feel dirty, slipping into bed, and the guilt over feeling anything other than hatred for that man is eating me alive.
I’m almost positive it’s going to make me physically sick, but when I roll over and toss the covers over my head, the relentless lustful allure of the mark whispers to me once more.