Chapter Thirty-Four
Amelie
My phone starts to buzz again. I know it’s Onyx.
“I’m still alive,” I say down the line as I’m walking out of the room. “I’m heading back now.”
Frost hands me a room key and I raise a brow at him, but he just shrugs. I bite back a sigh. I guess I’ll never truly be the boss with four overprotective, secretive boyfriends.
Before I can even reply to Onyx, the line goes dead. Frost takes me upstairs and I swipe myself into the darkened room. I blink a few times to try and adjust to how dark it is in here. They must have blackout curtains for it to be pitch black during the day.
A lamp flicks on. Onyx is standing in the corner of the room. Chills radiate down my spine at the intense expression on his face.
“I told you that I loved you,” he states, not moving a muscle.
“And I told you that I loved you back.”
“Then you vanished and didn’t come home,” he complains icily, moving towards me.
“I was catching up with my family.”
“Bullshit. You were scared.”
“I’m not scared of you Onyx, you may claim to be all dark and broken but—”
“But what Amelie?” he challenges, coming to a standstill in front of me. He’s so close I can feel his breath against my skin.
“Now that we’ve said I love you, I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t.”
“You can’t promise that. I know what you want to do within The Order and that comes with risks. So you don’t scare me, but losing you does.”
“I should scare you,” he murmurs, running his hand around my neck. “I hurt those I love…look at Slate.”
“You’re wrong,” I whisper. “You saved him every single day. You kept him alive so I got to meet him. Our love is because of you.”
His grip tightens around my neck. I can still breathe so I know he’s going easy on me, testing the waters. No doubt he’ll start pushing boundaries soon.
I’m instantly transported back to my first term here when he squeezed my leg under the table in the library and his nails broke through my skin.
When he cornered me in the bedroom and his grip around my wrist was a bruising iron manacle.
When, with just one word, he was able to get Slate to choke me to the point I almost blacked out.
I remember how cold his eyes were, the total opposite of what they are now, and I wonder if there was some heated truth in his words that he wanted to have a little fun with me.
“Do your worst, On,” I gasp. Bring it. “I won’t love you any less. Show me the pain that runs through your veins.”
He pushes my body back roughly until I hit a wall, and stares deep into my eyes, and I nod.
“Do your worst,” I repeat in a whisper, pushing my neck against his hands.
A dangerous smile tugs at his lips, but I’m not afraid. How can I be when his eyes blaze with love for me, for the gift I’m offering him? No, I’m not shaking in fear under his hold. I’m trembling with excitement. Arousal.
I clench my thighs together. This is about to get fun.
I love the guys, but they’re all so damn gentle with me.
I want to be manhandled. I once came just from Sawyer choking me in Monty’s kitchen and I think I freaked him out so much that he’s never really attempted it again. Well, not that roughly anyway.
I push against his body, hard, so that he stumbles back and knocks into a small side table. A stupidly placed vase wobbles, tips, and smashes to the ground. Neither of us seem to care.
His head whips to me and a sinister smirk plays on his lips.
“Make no bones about it, Amelie, if we’re doing this – and you don’t run away screaming afterwards – you’re mine.
I might tolerate sharing you with them, but you’ll belong to me.
I’m going to find that black spot you think taints your soul, and I’m going to coax and nurture it into something beautifully dark that belongs to me. That answers only to me.”
I quake at his promise, knowing he means every word. Onyx has always been the most possessive, the least compromising, but I can’t show him his words both thrill and terrify me in equal measure.
“You speak a big game for someone who’s done nothing,” I scoff to hide my nerves.
“Yet. Let’s rectify that, princess.”
I blink and Onyx has marched forward, grabbed me, and tossed me onto the bed where I bounce several times on the mattress before settling. I bite back a nervous giggle but Onyx notices and growls at me, his already dark eyes morphing to black.
“Laugh it up, baby. We’ll see who’s still laughing later.”
My amusement dies the second Onyx pulls a knife, and I swear my heart stutters to a standstill. The room freezes, even the particles dancing in the low lamp light seem suspended in the air while I wait for Onyx’s next move.
“The power suit is cute,” he deadpans, sounding less than amused as he taps the tip of the lethal-looking blade against his pointer finger.
I mean, I’m not stupid, I know all knives can be lethal in the right hands, but this blade…
the way it flashes so brightly even in the dimness of the room… it makes the blood thunder in my ears.
“W-what are you doing?” I ask, trying hard to keep my voice from shaking.
“You don’t need your clothes on for what I have in mind Amelie.”
“Do you want me to remove them?” I smirk.
He doesn’t reply, choosing instead to close the gap between us.
He reaches over and pulls my Louboutin’s from my feet, discarding them carelessly over his shoulder.
Straddling my thighs, he brings the tip of his blade up to the hollow base of my throat.
I swallow and his eyes sparkle in triumph.
He thinks I’m scared, scared of him, but I’m not.
Lightly, he trails the blade back and forth along my clavicles before coming to rest in the middle. With a wicked grin he swipes the blade down the centre of my shirt, effectively slicing the satin into pretty little ribbons. I glare at him even as my nipples tighten.
“That shirt was…I don’t know what it was, because Elsie bought it. But it was bound to be expensive!” I snap.
“And Elsie will be delighted to go shopping for a new one for you. A suit too.”
“Don’t you dare,” I warn.
Too late.
He cuts through the arm of my blazer and this time I feel the material pulling in resistance – it’s minimal – and then it yields to Onyx’s will like the rest of us always have to.
I shoot daggers at him as he strips me of my clothing until I’m lying in just my underwear before him.
“Onyx—”
He ignores me again and slices the thin scraps of black silk away, leaving me less than impressed.
“Why are your nipples so hard, Amelie?” he taunts.
“Fuck you, it’s cold in here,” I retort defiantly.
“Sure it is. Want me to turn the heating on?” He scoffs. His tone is cold but his gaze isn’t. I can see his dick straining against his pants, so his cool, detached demeanour isn’t fooling anyone.
He flips the blade and retraces the path it took, slicing my shirt open, but with the less-lethal side this time.
It’s still sharp enough to leave a raised pink line along my flesh.
The corner of Onyx’s lip quirks up at his handiwork, but I decide I’ve had enough of his teasing.
I buck him off me with my own wicked grin.
Getting to my knees, I smirk at him, trying to provoke a reaction in him. It works.
“Did I say you could move?”
“Nope.”
“Then why the fuck did you?”
“Because I’m not some little submissive doll for you to do as you please with. Sorry to disappoint you.”
He flips me over and lands a hard blow – way harder than I expected – down on my ass. I wiggle it back at him.
“Is that all you’ve got?”
The whoosh of his belt being pulled rapidly through his trouser loops fills the air and a second later an almighty crack rings out.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” I scream, jumping about a mile off the bed.
Onyx chuckles. “Calm down, jumpy. I just enjoy the sound. Well, that, and you shitting yourself when you thought I was going to hit you.”
I can’t even deny it; it did scare me shitless. The sound was so loud and threatening. But once my heart calms enough that I can breathe again, I realise the only pain in my body is in my chest, not my ass.
“Bastard,” I seethe, causing another cold laugh to slip from his lips.
“You want it?”
I shrug. He moves closer to me, his hand grabbing my head and pulling me close to his. He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and moans like I’m the most delicious snack he’s ever devoured.
I’m panting by the time he pulls away, but his lips move to my neck and he sucks a trail down to my shoulder, sinking his teeth in. I gasp and groan, loving the sensation on my sensitive skin.
I run my hands across his abs but he smacks them away, lifting me over his shoulder, bringing his hand down hard on my ass. I whimper, half from excitement and half from pain.
He throws me back onto the bed, and my breasts bounce from the impact. I watch through lust-filled eyes as he picks up his belt and brings it closer to me. Crawling up the bed on his knees, he binds my wrists together.
“You don’t get to touch me. Naughty sluts should do as they’re told.”
He spreads my legs so that he’s kneeling between them and brings his hand down hard on my pussy. I hiss at the contact but he soothes the pain by massaging my mound with the heel of his palm. He keeps moving his hand in circles until he feels me relax against him. The moment I do, he stops.
He rolls me onto my stomach and pulls my ass into the air, running a finger down my ass and into my core.
Plunging deep, he then trails back up to my ass, using my juices to lubricate the sensitive spot.
Gliding his thumb across the sensitive hole.
My ass moves high into the air as he removes his thumb and teases me back and forth.
A minute later, his tongue replaces his fingers and I tense. It’s such an…alien feeling. But once I relax, I realise how good it feels. In no time he has me panting, pussy clenching looking for its release.
“So responsive…if only Slate were here to take you in the ass. You love that, don’t you? Having both of us at the same time.”
I make a small noise at the thought, and wetness pools between my thighs.
“Answer me,” he demands, bringing his hand down across the back of my legs, my throbbing pussy enjoying the sting of his hand.
When I don’t answer, he wraps his hand in my hair and pulls my head back, his lips resting beside my ear.
“I asked you a question. Do you want my brother to fuck you in the ass while my cock is deep inside your pussy?”
“Yes,” I pant as he uses his free hand to rub his thick shaft along my slit, thrusting forward at my affirmative answer.
He releases my hair and his thumb rims my ass again sending shockwaves through my body as he slowly pushes it inside me.
As quick as it’s in, he removes it again.
“Onyx, please.” I feel bereft. I want it back. Need more.
“That’s it, baby, beg me.”
I beg. I beg him to use me, to fuck me, to punish me. I want him in any way he’s willing to give. I need to see the broken, bent and twisted parts of him, and I want him to see that I can handle it, that I’m not made of glass.
His hands fall to my hips and his punishing thrusts quickly start to build an orgasm inside me, but he pulls out suddenly. I cry at the loss of fullness as he slides off the bed and pulls me off with him.
He puts me on my knees.
“You wanted to be on your knees earlier, now it’s your turn to taste how much your sweet pussy loves my cock.”
With his fingers tangled in my mess of curls, he guides me onto his length.
I can taste my arousal on him, in fact, I smell it before he even presses past my lips.
It makes my mouth water until he sets the pace, thrusting himself deep down my throat.
Drool spills down my chin as I gag from the intrusion.
“Those noises turn me on so fucking bad,” he groans, thrusting forward to make me gag again.
I do, and his cock twitches between my lips.
He really does love this. He gets off on the power, but the realisation that my submission, my powerlessness, turns him on, actually makes me feel more empowered than I thought possible.
I submit, relaxing, and taking his face fucking like a good little rag doll. It’s brutal. Bruising and savage, and he forces himself deeper with every thrust. I’m fucking soaked with arousal and my clit is throbbing. I want to reach down and touch myself, but I know he wouldn’t allow it.
He grabs my face and holds me still, his cock suddenly feeling even bigger than Kalen’s as it fills my throat, and he doesn’t release me. I can’t breathe…just as panic sets in he suddenly releases me.
“Fuck,” he roars pulling back and pushing me away. I gasp for air, spluttering and coughing, my eyes streaming. My throat is so sore. My eyes are stinging. Even my nose hurts.
“I just want to hurt you. I enjoy it. I want to wrap my hand around your dainty little neck and squeeze. To make you come just as you start to lose consciousness.”
“What are you waiting for?” I stammer between snatched gulps of air. I’m still trying to recover from the raw throat fucking he just gave me, and I don’t even know what I’m taunting him into. Only that I want it.
He hesitates. I see the indecisiveness in his eyes, weighing up his options. He really wants this, but he’s scared I can’t handle it. I’m scared of what will happen to our relationship if he doesn’t at least try.
He makes the right choice.
Stalking towards me, pulling me to my feet by the belt wrapped around my wrists, he drags me over to the wall and holds my hands above my head with one of his hands.
He uses his free hand to help me wrap my legs around his waist as he enters me.
With one last smirk he starts to thrust and his right hand wraps around my throat.
With each forceful thrust his grip tightens until the air is coming in like a slow trickle but the pleasure is building.
The only sound in the room is our slick bodies moving together.
I’m stuck somewhere between passing out and euphoria. My limbs feel so heavy but at the same time I feel like I’m floating, and the sensations building in my body are like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
I feel the panic starting to set in as I near blacking out, yet my orgasm unexpectedly rips through my body.
Onyx roars out my name as he fills me, his cock jerking violently within my walls.
I gasp futilely for air as shockwaves of tingles speed through my body in a way that I have never felt before.
With great effort, I prise my eyes open. Onyx picks me up and looks into my eyes. Walking me over to the bed, he gently places me down on the covers, untying my hands and climbing into bed next to me. He starts kissing everywhere that he has left bruises.
I feel his arousal still against my leg and the feeling is mutual, but I need a minute to breathe. I can guarantee neither of us will be getting any work done today.