Chapter 17 #3
As always, curiosity sank its teeth into Victoria, and she had to know what he was doing.
She left the warmth of the sofa and tiptoed to the laboratory doorway. He couldn’t see her. She’d been doing her very best to avoid him and the laboratory all together. It was just too much. Too much pain, too much love that she couldn’t have.
The door made a low groan as she cracked it open, and she stilled.
The sound of the chains clanking stopped.
She was about to step back out and close the door, but then the sound came again, faster.
Careful to not open it any farther, she scraped her body through the open door and listened as she slowly crept down the stairs.
The sound was louder down in the laboratory as it came in rhythm with her beating heart. It grew faster with every careful step down until she could duck and look at the wall where he was chained.
Innominatus sat in the chair with his huge thighs spread out, his body glistening in sweat beneath the glow of a single candle.
The muscles of his abdomen flexed as he pumped his fist over his hardened length, his other hand hanging at his side while his head lay back in ecstasy, making his Adam’s apple protrude slightly.
The chain attached to his wrist cuff clanged against the stone floor with every pump of his hand.
“Victoria,” he moaned.
Her knees gave out, and then she was sitting on the step, tucked against the stone.
She pressed herself into the shadows as best she could as she watched him.
She should leave, quickly. But she couldn’t manage to take her eyes off the beautiful man as his naked body flexed and moved in pleasure.
Her own breath had picked up, coming ragged and unsteady as she watched him.
Painful, greedy need nagged at her own body, demanding attention. She tightened her thighs and pulled her nightgown over her ankles, hoping to send her body a message.
He was beautiful. His body begged to be touched, and she found herself irritatingly jealous of him for getting to stroke the hard length she tingled and ached for.
The throbbing between her legs grew maddening the longer she watched.
It craved to tighten around him, to feel his long, slow thrusts filling her.
It was torture. Her own hips began making small thrusts that matched his.
Trying not to pant, she could take no more and spread her thighs, lifting her gown and running her cool fingers over the hot flesh of her center.
Her eyes flickered closed from the contact.
Her pelvis continued to rock softly as she roughly rubbed her sensitive nub before inserting two fingers into her wetness and matching his thrusts, imagining his hard shaft was inside of her.
Her hips thrust harder as she thought about the feel of his soft tip deep, deep inside of her. A louder breath passed from her mouth and suddenly Innominatus’s hand stilled, wrapped around his cock.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she froze.
Suddenly his eyes locked onto hers. Heat blazed in his gaze and his lids drooped slightly as he pulled his full lower lip into his mouth.
He couldn’t see her. There was no way, as she was completely in the dark—except the way his eyes reflected, she was almost certain that he could see in the dark.
Which meant he could see everything as she sat with her nightdress lifted, thighs spread, touching herself.
His mouth opened in a sensually painful expression as he fisted his cock again, thrusting into his hand rougher than he had before. All with eyes that remained pinned on Victoria.
Drunk with lust, her own fingers began to move, rougher as she took in his expression.
A breathy moan spilled from her throat and his lids dropped closed as if that single sound had done him in.
He grunted as he opened them again and watched her with starving eyes.
Faster he thrust. Faster. Faster. Faster.
Until the slap of skin sounded and he thrust so hard his hips lifted high off the chair.
The slick sound of her wet fingers matched his thrusts until both of their moans filled the laboratory.
She tried to hold off from her pleasure peaking, but every time she thought he would orgasm, his face would pinch together painfully and he would force himself to slow his thrusts.
When she could wait no more, her eyes closed as pure ecstasy washed over her, tightening every nerve and muscle in her body before suddenly releasing it in a wave of euphoria.
She heard his grunts and glanced up to see he had finished with her—he had been waiting for her to finish first.
“Come here.” His voice was soft. A plea.
Snapping out of her daze, Victoria glanced around the laboratory in a panic, her eyes falling on the wall her father’s body sat behind.
Unable to get to the top of the stairs quick enough, she slammed the door behind her, panting as she pressed her back against the cold iron, her fingers still slick with her want.
That could never happen again. Never.
She needed more distance between them.