Chapter 23 – Genevieve #2
“Are you hurting? Scared? I don’t know. I’ve never talked about this sort of thing before, but you can if you need to. It’s fine to, is what I’m saying. You’ve been through a lot, and I don’t… fuck, darlin’, it has me shaken up, so I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.”
I can’t help but be surprised. Tonight did something to him.
Shifted something. It scares and delights me, but I’m not going to analyze anything the way my brain is desperate for me to.
This isn’t going to be love. He’s not exactly happily-ever-after material.
But it’s something real and raw, and I don’t want to turn my back on that. Not yet.
“I have so many thoughts swirling in my head, I hardly know how to process them.”
“It’s crazy to think you could be a princess.”
I close my eyes and shake my head. “I could also not be her. It could all be a series of coincidences.”
“You know it’s not.”
I blink up at him. “How does a person go from living one reality to another that’s diametrically opposed? If I’m her, I was a baby when I was taken. I don’t know the royal family. I know my mother. I love her, despite the things she’s done. I can’t make sense of that either, but I do.”
“Parents do horrible things, and yet we still strive to earn and keep their love.”
“That sounds like experience.”
He runs the tip of his finger up and down my sternum between my breasts, his gaze focused on the moment. “I didn’t have a good childhood, and I wanted to hide that part of myself from everyone.”
“I’m afraid I became Genevieve instead of Desta because my mother wanted to hide that part of me from everyone.”
He dips and kisses me, but the questions still remain.
“Why are you here, Ferrin, if not for the tiara?” He said he came back for me, but what does that mean? There are a lot of ways that could be construed, and if it turns bad, he could simply say I inferred something that wasn’t there.
He looks away, but he’s smirking. “I came back for the sex.”
I snort and smack his shoulder. “Well, now that I got what I wanted from that and you saved my life again, you can go.”
His smile grows, and the dimple in his chin is annoyingly sexy and distracting. “I should.”
“Then why are you smiling?”
“Because I must be insane. I’ve never come back for anyone. Certainly not a woman I met three days ago.” He twists his head, and his eyes drag along me. “This might get me killed or sent to prison, but I want to stay with you. At least through the festival. That was the original deal, right?”
My heart skips a beat. “It was.”
His finger trails lower, dipping into my belly button before finding the top of my mound. He cups my pussy, holding it possessively yet gently. “Are you sore?”
“No.” Not a lot, anyway.
“No?” His eyebrows lift.
“Don’t look so disappointed.”
“I feel like I didn’t fuck you very well if your pussy doesn’t hurt at least a little.”
I shrug. “I have nothing to compare it to, so until I start fucking other guys, you’re the best I’ve had. But I’m not sure that’s a ringing endorsement.”
He flicks my breast before he pinches my nipple until I yelp.
“I shouldn’t care, princess. I don’t care.
I never care.” His gaze rises back to mine, and he rolls over on top of me.
His hands meet the bed on either side of me, and his hard cock rubs my pussy lips.
I spread my thighs to give him better access.
“I fucked with your head. I know I did. I’m good at it.
I fuck with everyone’s head, and I make no apologies for it because I like it.
I like the chaos, and I like the control, and I like knowing that they’re at my mercy. But you…”
He swallows and looks down as he slides his cock back inside of me.
I arch, and my eyes momentarily close. I’m wet, but there’s friction, and like his mind fuck, he makes no apologies.
He starts to pump in and out of me. “You were an innocent. Not part of any scheme. You’d done nothing to earn my mind fuck. ”
His breath tumbles out as he holds himself up and fucks me. My legs come onto the bed, my knees bent. An invitation.
“You were this beautiful thing. All sweet smiles and honesty and desperation. But so fucking brave. You were fearless in going after what you wanted. You made me smile and laugh and let my guard down. No one has done that. Not ever. Not even once. You knew who I was: a thief, a killer, a monster who manipulates. But you didn’t care.
You seemed to like me anyway. Then you kissed me.
No, you begged me to kiss you,” he corrects before he dips and kisses me, only to right himself and continue to thrust. “I sure as fuck don’t deserve this, but I want it.
I want you. When I left, I couldn’t stand it.
I felt guilty and was worried about you.
How have you done this to me? It’s only been three days, princess, and with you, I’ve become unrecognizable. ”
He drops on me and forces my legs around his waist and my arms over my head. He holds my wrists with one hand and pumps into me, sliding his cock in and out, gaining speed as he goes.
“Oh god,” I whimper and bite my lip.
He smirks. “Sore, aren’t you, you little liar?”
I nod, breathless. “Maybe not so sweet and good after all.”
His teeth capture my bottom lip, and he drags it until it slips free. “You’re even better. So fucking hot. So fucking tight.”
He lowers his body until he’s flush with me. Then he pulls out and back in, slowing himself down for three strokes. He’s feeling me. Nose to nose and lips to lips, I feel every inch of his cock as he moves it in and out. He kisses me, a hard, swirling torrent of tongue and lips.
“Are you ready, princess?”
Without waiting for my response, he holds me in place by my wrists and hips and fucks me.
My tits bounce back and forth, half mashed between us, as he pounds into me, faster and harder than before.
So hard it rattles my teeth and every muscle.
My whimpers get louder, and my pussy clenches his cock, holding on tight, wanting to keep it inside me.
“You’re not fucking other guys,” he rasps in my ear. “This pussy, this body, they’re both mine until I tell you otherwise. I fucking own them. I fucking own you. And if you tell me no, I’ll steal them whenever I want, just as I steal everything else. Only I get to make you bleed and come. Tell me.”
“Yes,” I manage as my orgasm is building and building fast. “Only you.”
Even if I know it’s not true. This will be a few more days max. But I can’t think beyond that. Not yet. I’ll enjoy him for what this is and mentally work through the rest. I don’t know what’s happening in my life. Hell, I hardly know who or what I am.
But this? This I can do. This I can focus on.
“Come on. Take my cock deeper. You can do it. Spread your pussy for me.” He bites my lip hard, drawing more blood from me.
“You’re such a good fuck. Your pretty cunt is going to be aching in the morning.
Aching for a break. Aching for more.” He sucks on my lip as he pushes and pushes into me, almost to the breaking point.
“But don’t worry, princess. I’ll lick her so sweet. So fucking gentle.”
I nod. I don’t think I can do more.
“Fuck, Desta. You’ll be my princess and my whore.”
My eyes flash open and lock with his, and I come. He continues to dive into me, bottoming out with every pounding thrust, and all I can do is scream and writhe and fight the grip he has on my wrists. His dick swells inside me to the point where he can hardly move other than to rut and rock.
I see it the moment he does it. He’s lost to it. Utterly feral, and I don’t have it in me to argue despite the fucking stupidity because I want it too.
He comes inside me, his eyes all over mine, and when I moan, his face drops to mine, our foreheads glued by sweat. He kisses me and kisses me, his cock pulsing, shooting his cum without sense or reason.
But all I can think about is that if I die tomorrow, I don’t want to die without this. I only hope that in the end, it doesn’t cost me everything else.