Page 47 of Merciless Wager
“Run,” I told her as a feral possessiveness filled me. I could feel it flowing through my veins, leaving a scalding path in its wake.
She hesitated for just a moment until she glanced down to see me removing my pants. Panic flared in her eyes, and by the time she turned to flee, she had waited too long to do so. She barely made it near the wrought iron railing when I caught up to her from behind.
As the blood rushed in my ears and the heavy sound of my erratic pulse and frantic breathing reverberated in my head, I spun her around and raised one of her legs. The metal shook as she quickly grabbed the top rail. Seconds later, I thrust deep into her, drawing a ragged cry from her lips.
“So fucking good, Bellezza,” I rasped before wrapping one hand around her neck.
As I held her in my grip, I allowed everything that’d been building inside of me to erupt as I fucked her hard. The railshook and she made a myriad of noises, but all I could focus on was controlling the beast that had risen up inside of me.
Aurora nearly plunged over the rail with each thrust, but I had her in my arms. As long as she was in them, I could protect her. I would protect her. While I had no idea how long I’d be able to do so, I refused to waste a single second longer.
“Your pussy is tightening down so hard around my cock. It knows what you already know and are too stubborn to admit. It was made for me, just as my cock was made for you.”
“Zarren,” she gasped as I yanked her head upward while never slowing or stopping. I pounded into her, and this new angle of penetration allowed me to go so much deeper. She was about to come soon, which made it harder for me to drive into her. “I’m about to come.”
“On whose cock, Belleza?”
“Y-yours,” she stammered.
I pinched her inner thigh. “Try again. On whose?”
“Zarren,” she cried out.
“That’s right,” I said moments before releasing her neck from my grip and pushing her lower body down. Her breasts were now trapped between me and the iron, and nothing else as her head hung over the top. I kept her pinned down as I slammed into her over and over. The moment she came, her pussy clamped down so tight on my cock, and her inner walls tugged and pulled on each of my piercings. “Fuck,” I groaned out loud, but didn’t stop.
“Zarren... Zarren... My God.... I’m about to come again... Fuck!!!”
Her words as she flew over the edge into her climax sent me soaring toward mine as well. I held her tightly against me as I thrust hard and deep, then emptied everything inside of her. The thought of taking her unprotected had crossed my mind more than once before, but I’d never actually done it untilnow. Knowing there was not a damn thing between us drew my own orgasm impossibly longer. With each methodical thrust, I savored the sounds of her sobs. They should’ve been enough to make me stop, but instead were like drops of gasoline on an open flame.
Sense finally returned to me and I lowered her leg, then stepped away from her. When she turned to look at me, her expression mirrored what I felt.
Anguish... Confusion... Pain... Pleasure... And most of all, shame...
“You should’ve run, Belleza.”
“I tried,” she whispered. “You caught me.”
I shook my head. “Not now. That night on the road. You should’ve run and never looked back.”
“You were hurt. I thought you were going to die.”
“You should’ve fucking let me,” I said before turning around and storming back into my bedroom. I slammed my door behind me with enough force that it fell back open, and when I went to close it again, she was gone. Soon, it wouldn’t just be from the hallway, but from my life.
I stepped forward and when I felt the sharp glass underneath my foot again, I glanced down. Drops of blood were all over, and after hobbling over to the bed, I sat on the edge and pulled out the pieces of glass that I could from my foot. After, I lay back and closed my eyes.
How in the hell can I ever let you go?
The question was one only I could answer, and right now, there was no solution outside of running off with her.“Everything done in the dark comes to the light,”my grandfather would tell me.“You can’t hide your weakness in the shadows.”
It’d been two days since I’d last seen Zarren. As I lay in the bathtub after he’d brutally fucked me in the hallway, I’d heard him leave, and that was that. I’d assumed he would come back, and maybe even try to fuck me again, but he chose not to even return that night or even the next morning. I had no idea where he was, but I knew it wasn’t here.
Irrational jealousy filled me at the thought of him sleeping in another woman’s bed, but I’d forced those thoughts from my head because they didn’t help me or my situation. I should’ve been thrilled with his absence. It would help me figure a way out of this place, but there was no way to contact the outside world. Not a landline, cell phone, tablet, or laptop in sight.
And I still had no idea what the keypad combination was. I almost pictured him laughing hysterically if he got any of the alerts for all the times I had tried. At worst, I bet he had hidden cameras in here. If so, I had yet to find those either. Trying to escape was hopeless, but I refused to give up on the slimmest of threads.
When not scheming a way to freedom, I was entirely too focused on what had gone down between us before he’d left. His last words had been that I should’ve let him die when he’d put himself in danger to save my life. Even now, tears sprang to my eyes whenever they cruelly echoed in my thoughts.
And it wasn’t only painful because I had fallen in love with him. The very thought of leaving him to die only made the blade already wedged deep in my chest twist and turn. What hurt the most, however, was that the thought had actually crossed my mind at the time, only he had never known it. One of his men was injured, and the other was tending to him. I could’ve easily disappeared into the woods and tried to hide until everyone left from his team and those mercenaries my father had sent.
