Chapter 5 #3
He moves away for a second, pulling his thin sweater over his head in one swift motion, and my breath catches in my throat.
His body is a twisted, terrifying masterpiece of violence.
Perfectly sculpted muscles, a crooked crown tattoo etched across his chest, and scars, scars …
. There are just so many of them. Jagged, rough knife slashes and dented, horrifying bullet wounds that have permanently marred his otherwise flawless skin.
He’s literally made of healed wounds. He’s only twenty-two, but he looks like he’s been through the meat grinder of some endless war.
A web of pale-white scars stands out against his smooth bronzed skin.
Noticing how my stunned gaze is fixed on his marred skin, he twists his lips into a smirk. “When I said I would tear you apart and put you back together”—his voice is low and hoarse—“I knew exactly what I was talking about. From personal experience.”
I shudder at what this man has in store for me, but I want him even more. His fingers play with my tongue, and I can’t tear my eyes away from the crown on his chest.
“God …” I breathe out against his fingers.
“We’ve both been through our own hell, Aurora.” He smiles. “The difference is that I learned to rule mine, and you’re still trying to escape yours. But now you don’t have to run. Your eternal hell is me.”
Desire shifts, looming over me. His fingers leave my lips, and their place is immediately taken by his burning, throbbing cock, which continues to thicken in my mouth.
“Suck, damn it,” he commands.
I gather every ounce of my willpower and suck with all the desperate enthusiasm I can muster, choking on his size.
Lowering his head to my thighs, he kisses my pubic bone, then sucks my clit with truly devilish skill.
I don’t even have time to catch my breath from this wave of hot pleasure before his tongue is shamelessly licking every inch of my wet, throbbing slit.
Suddenly, his teeth bite down on that sensitive bundle of nerves.
My clit feels like it’s melting. I moan, trying to scream, but my mouth is stretched to its limit by his huge dick.
He balances on the edge of torture and ecstasy: mercilessly stretching my lips with his shaft while, below, his teeth and tongue have me writhing.
My nerves are stretched to the breaking point, it’s too painful and too sensitive, but I’m desperate to come—to the point of tears.
I clamp my thighs around his head as a powerful, blinding orgasm tears through my body. A second later, he comes into my mouth with a guttural growl.
“Every last drop,” he rasps, breathing heavily. “Miss a single one, and your punishment continues.”
Thick cum trickles from my lips, and I hastily lick the drops from my chin.
Pulling back, Desire holds up my phone. Apparently, he grabbed it from the kitchen.
“You just can’t seem to part with it,” I rasp, struggling to swallow the white bullets he’s shot into me.
The screen lights up, as if embarrassed by the sight of my cum-smeared face.
Desire nods toward the phone. “I’m giving you a chance to make things right, Princess. Right now, you’re going to call Dr. Getix and tell her that you won’t be seeing her anymore. Tell her that Dr. Steeper is your new doctor. Treatment has been prescribed.”
I blink at him in shock, trying to tug at my bound hands. He scrolls through my contacts, finds her number, and, putting it on speaker, holds the phone to my cum-covered mouth.
The dial tone drags on, but Desire isn’t the type to give up on something he’s set his mind to.
“Miss Aurora? What’s wrong?” Dr. Getix’s sleepy voice comes through. “Is everything all right?”
My bare breasts heave, and Desire gives a barely perceptible shake of his head, his palm resting on my neck. His gaze seems to dissect me.
“Yes, Dr. Getix.” I exhale shakily into the phone.
“I … I want to thank you for the Sertraline. It went down really well …” Straight into the bushes under my window, that is.
“And I’ve completely forgotten to mention that I’ve decided to switch specialists on the recommendation of my—” I swallow the sticky sweetness and catch his approving nod.
“Boyfriend. I already have new treatment lined up.”
“Hmm, that’s unexpected. Your mother didn’t mention anything.” The doctor’s voice holds a note of confusion. Quiet, logical, as my family pays all the clinic’s bills. “Does she know?”
“She will soon,” I force out. That much is certain.
“And who is this doctor, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Dr. Steeper.”
“Well, Dr. Steeper is a respected specialist, and he may very well be what you need. I’ll forward him your medical history.”
“I think he already has it,” I say, drilling Desire with a glare. He smirks.
“That’s impossible, miss,” Dr. Getix says with absolute certainty. “But in any case, he’ll receive it. And I’ll check in from time to time to see how you’re doing.”
“Thank you.” I exhale shakily, and Desire ends the call.
His palm cups my cheek. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to my forehead, whispering, “Good princess.”
The wild contrast between tenderness and cruelty makes me whimper.
“You’ll get some sleep tonight,” he promises.
I close my eyes and exhale deeply. My Prince Harming is pleased, which means I’m safe. At least until morning.
Exhausted, I sink into the merciful darkness, still bound by his leather belt. Hot tears stream down my stained face, but even in sleep, I crave the weight of his hand on my throat again. Or at least the promised golden chain.