Page 27 of Merciless Wager
His size, the power behind every thrust, and those goddamn piercings were going to be my undoing. I’d never felt such pain during the act of sex, nor had I ever felt such pleasure. And the kind that didn’t just make you smile, but made your toes curl as your entire being shattered apart.
In such a short time, he’d kept me from everything I knew and loved while he imprisoned me, yet here I was ready to come for him again. Shame threatened to fill me, but I couldn’t force myself to muster enough to let it matter.
I should’ve been planning his execution, not swallowing his cock whole.
I should’ve been anticipating his downfall, not mine, as I inched closer to a climax.
I should’ve been pushing him away and demanding my release, not feeling some twisted fucking security in being in his arms.
Lastly, I should’ve been fighting him off with every ounce of strength within me, but as he started to hammer into me like some damn human power tool, my mouth opened in a silent scream as I readied for my next orgasm.
“Goddamn, Bellezza,” he rasped against me as his mouth moved hungrily over my jaw and chin, then hovered close to my lips.
I bit my bottom one before he took over. Now, the sharp sting from his teeth latching onto my soft flesh and pulling had another shudder rushing through me. Something tickled my chin, and I suspected it was his smirk upon knowing what his touch did to me.
I’d wanted so badly to fight him off, but I realized it wasn’t for any of the reasons I’d first thought it would be. I had every right to be pissed and want to defend myself against his unlawful imprisonment, his violent outbursts, and the very fact that he dared to even suggest having any input in the rest of my life, but my sudden need to push at his chest before pulling him closer was for none of those reasons.
Is this some perverted fucking form of Stockholm Syndrome?
It was more than that. Zarren challenged me in a way no one else ever had, and while I still intended to fight his plans for me with every fiber of my being, I chose in this moment to choose my battles more wisely.
Since the moment he’d made me come with his mouth and fingers, I’d been anticipating coming on his cock as he so crudely put it. Those vulgar, obscene words of his also did something to me.
They make me feel alive. He makes me feel alive.
I was about to open my mouth to plead for a release when his lips came down hard on mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth, and while some time had passed between then and now, at certain times I could still taste myself on his tongue.
I weaved my hands through his shorter hair, even pulling on a few of the strands. He paused momentarily, then grinnedagainst my lips. After, he reached down between us and raised one of my legs higher.
The change in angle of penetration made me absolutely fucking feral. I bit at his tongue and lips, even taking great pleasure in the way his teeth clashed against mine. All the while, he drove into me.
His freshly bandaged wound did enter my mind, but not enough to make me want to stop. I was so close. It was as if I was literally dangling off a damn cliff. Despite the danger and pain that awaited, I knew the pleasure would outweigh the fall entirely. And it was something I wanted more than my next breath.
I closed my eyes the moment he tore his mouth from mine. A strangled cry was ripped from my throat. “Zarren, please... I... I need to?—"
He pressed his forehead against mine as his thrusts slowed and his breaths came out harsh and heavy.
“Open your eyes,” he ordered, and they flew back open on command. “I want to watch as you fall apart on my cock.”
Maybe it had been those words, or his next thrust, but I fell apart for him as his dark eyes stared not down at me, but what felt like straight through me. It unnerved and frightened me, but also made me feel seen.
And it hit me in that moment. Zarren had told me that he knew more about me than I did about myself, and I’d scoffed. Now, as our eyes met, those ludicrous words never held such truth. He knew about my life, and even an entire legacy I had no idea even existed, but it went beyond that kind of information. He knew what I needed, even if it wasn’t what I thought I wanted, and he was forcing me to acknowledge it.
“That’s it, Bellezza. Shatter for me,” he urged as he reached between us and started to furiously rub my clit in an attempt to draw out another orgasm.
I stared into his darkened pupils and gave him what he needed. It was moments like this that terrified me. I’d always been one of those who liked sex in the dark, where I didn’t have to be seen, so I should’ve hated the very idea of him watching me fall apart. But, I didn’t. Somehow, it made me feel more seen, and I wanted it... Loved it...
Kingston and Cillian, naturally, understood why I’d been brought back to Boston instead of continuing on to New York City as planned. I’d almost been fucking killed, and despite all the nights I’d experienced true brutality in those “fight for your life” clubs in the city, my own mortality finally surfaced in my arrogant mind.
I’d always considered myself invincible. Chalk it up to my name and heritage, or even what I did for a living. I’d taken others out in the name of family and duty, but I’d never once considered that I could be the one to die. Not until that bullet pierced my flesh and finally stopped me in my tracks.
A fucking nine millimeter piece of metal had nearly done what organization after organization of various mafia men had never been able to do. And despite knowing I could die in that moment, my survival hadn’t even been front and center in my mind. It had been Aurora.
My fucking distraction... My Bellezza... My eternal damnation...
“Fucking hell,” I cursed.
I could still taste her on my tongue and feel her clamping down on my cock. After we’d showered together, I’d fucked her against the shower wall, then on my bed, before allowing her to go back to sleep.
