8. Chapter 8
Myth
She was the best sin I ever had.
When she’d told me to stop, I contemplated it. I would never take a woman against her will, but this was my sex kitten, my Rox. I saw the way she responded to me, the pleading in her eyes wasn’t to stop, it was to keep going. I knew her.
I knew her body.
I knew what she needed even if her brain was trying to stop her from claiming it. By the end of the night, she’d know she needed to be back here with me.
Rox made a move to get up, and I sprung into action. My cock still hard as stone for her. I rolled between her thighs, now slick with cum and sweat, my cock sliding up and down her folds. She gasped when the crown of my cock rubbed against her clit.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Adrian…”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you,” I said, kissing her hard. I loved hearing her little gasps that turn into moans as I claimed her mouth. She always molded to me so well, like she was meant to be in my arms, on my cock, wrapped around me. I had to make her remember how great we were.
I was older now, wiser. I knew what it was to lose her, and that was something I wasn’t prepared to go through again.
Moving my hand down to my cock, I notched the head at her entrance and pushed into her, slowly, feeling her stretch around me again.
The evidence of our fucking made it easy, warmer, and softer to fuck.
Rox mewled into my mouth at the slow thrust, until I bottomed out, our hips aligned.
I stayed like that, just feeling her heat around me.
Her arms wrapped around my neck, as I picked up the pace, matching her bucking hips.
God, she was fucking perfect.
Her body was so in sync with mine that I could hardly be thrown off by her moves. She wanted this. She was yearning for it, but she couldn’t fall yet.
I could wait.
For her, I’d wait.
I would wait for her to fall back in love with me, to trust me again, but I wasn’t letting her leave. She was mine.
And I would spend all night showing her that.
Rox’s legs wrapped around my hips, her feet pushing my cock in further. Fuck! She felt so damn good.
Picking up the pace, unable to slow down with her, I pounded into her tight pussy, her cries of pleasure almost too much to listen to as I fought with myself not to blow too soon.
The second her nails dug into my shoulders, I grunted out at the pain, fuelled by her animalistic intentions.
Her pussy squeezed the fucking life out of my cock.
I waited until I could move again, feeling my balls pull up slightly, needing to release.
“Don’t come in me,” she begged, breathlessly. I could see the concern in her eyes as she looked down between our bodies, where we were connected.
“You’re not on birth control?”
She shook her head, “No.”
A fierce, dominating thought popped into my head, one that had no place being there. It was like she was serving herself up on a platter for me.
“Good,” I grunted, just as I thrust as hard as I could into her, my orgasm hitting so hard, I blacked out for a moment.
“Asshole,” she cried out as she bashed her fists against my chest. I rolled to my side, my body screaming for rest. I loved how defiant she got, her little fists of fury doing nothing but make my already depleted cock stiffen.
I cupped the side of her face and brought my lips to hers. Even though she wanted to hate me, she kissed me back, moaning into my mouth. I’d never tire of hearing those sounds from her.
Mine, all fucking mine.
Her body squirmed under my arms. I let up, her eyes lust-filled and yet angry. Looking down, I saw my cum slipping out.
“Ah-ah, look at this, you’re making a mess, kitten,” I crooned in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. “Here, let me clean you up.”
I gathered the cum on my fingertips and pushed it back into her.
She bucked up off the bed, groaning as I let my fingers smooth over her pussy walls, finding that little spongey pad that I knew would send her careening over the edge again.
Her clit was red, and angry, already too oversensitive for me to play with.
I didn’t want to hurt her, well not in that way.
I wanted her to yearn for my pain. I already knew she loved her pain, got off on it.
I knew she still loved it with all the new ink that littered her skin.
I’d be mapping all of that soon when she passed out.
Which was soon, judging by the way her breathing was slowing, and her eyes were closing for longer periods.
She was so fucking beautiful.
And all mine.
Rox
I sat up, my body aching and sore everywhere. My pussy ached like no tomorrow and my thighs were sticky with the evidence of him everywhere.
Fuck.
I was so screwed. He was resting his eyes next to me. I knew he wasn’t fully asleep, always half awake in case someone needed him. It was what drove us apart. He could never truly be with me because the club always needed him.
Even in his restful state, he was beautiful, I hated to admit it.
Grey was starting to peek through his dark hair at the sides.
You’d only be able to see it if you were this close.
Time had been stolen from us. We were supposed to be happy, married with some kids, probably in school by now, so we could still have some fun time at night. It wasn’t meant to be like this.
He was meant to be my protector, my one and only, and yet the last fifteen years I’d been a mess.
He cheated on me with my best friend, and hadn’t even the decency to apologise to me about it. He didn’t come after me. He didn’t try.
Now, he was laying claim to me as if no time had passed.
I thought of Beck, of the way he was safe and calm, of the life I had in London. It was so far removed from the life I had here.
It was…nice.
I’d never wanted nice before. I’d always been chaotic, reckless and wild. That was who I was with Myth. I’d loved it…until I didn’t anymore. I’d changed. I wasn’t his Rox anymore. I was Roxana, and I needed to get back to my normal.
Carefully, I pushed off the bed, so as not to disturb him, and I hunted around for my skirt.
“Get back on this bed.”
I shot up to look at Myth now sitting up on the bed, looking over at me with renewed lust. My pussy throbbed at just one look from him. I was so fucking screwed.
“I have a life to get back to, Adrian. You’ve had your fun, now it’s time for me to go.”
I moved over to his dresser and pulled the first shirt I could find before pulling it over my head. It swam on me, but that would do just fine until I could get back to my hotel.
Myth was up and moving toward me. Just as I picked up my skirt again, I felt his hand on my wrist, squeezing. My skirt dropped and I looked up into his fiery eyes.
“Please, Adrian…I don’t—I have a life to get back to. It’s been fifteen years. Surely you have a room full of women dying to jump on the president’s cock. You can have anything you want.”
“I don’t want them,” he growled at me. “I never wanted them.”
Myth grabbed the backs of my thighs and hauled me up into his arms, my legs instinctively wrapping around him.
“I don’t want to be a cheater, Adrian,” I sobbed, leaning my head against his. “Please.”
“Haven’t you been cheating for fifteen years, Rox? You’re my wife, or did you forget?”
I pulled back, feeling as if he’d just slapped me. “We’re not together.”
“I don’t remember signing any papers,” he growled, slamming me against the back of the door. My breath left me as pain stole over me from the impact. Myth managed the too long shirt up, so my pussy was free. “And I never will.”
His cock slammed into me, hard, brutal and unrelenting. Myth fucked me against the door, showing me just who I belonged to. It was true, I was owned by him in every way. I’d never gotten over him, but I also didn’t want him to hurt me like he did before.
Myth was a beast as he fucked me against the door, growling against my neck as he, no doubt, left a hickey. He’d always been into marking me as his so no one dared try to fuck with me.
My pussy fluttered around him, loving how he manhandled me, even though I should hate it, I needed it. Craved it.
“Adrian—”
My nails scored his bare shoulders, and he sucked on my neck harder, his hips fucked up into me at a ferocious pace. I was sore but I didn’t care, I needed it. I needed him.
Tears fell from my eyes right as I felt my pussy tighten around him and I cried out, “Adrian!”
He slowed his pace again, his mouth moving down to my shoulder, and over my collarbone, before going back over to the fleshy part of my shoulder.
“I’m going to have you coming so much you forget your name, baby,” he groaned against my skin. “But don’t worry, when you need it, I’ll remind you that your name is Rox Henning.”
With that, he fucked up into me hard and unrelenting again, his teeth pressing down into my shoulder hard.
I cried out as my pussy fluttered yet again, my head becoming a wash of desire as I struggled to remain conscious.
Darkness clouded in as the pain from the bite mark on my shoulder took hold and I felt my body start to float as Myth came in me again.
I wanted to tell him to stop doing that, but I had no words, as the darkness took hold, and I fell into the abyss.