Page 55 of Merciless Wager
“Zarren,” she whispered.
“I don't know how I've ever managed to breathe before you, but I don't think I’ll be able to do it after you. Never seeing you... Or touching you... Or claiming you... Tonight is all we have. I fucking hate it, but it is what it is.”
“That’s just it, though, Zarren. It doesn't have to be.”
“Yes, it does because I’ve accepted this cruel world and its rules. You will, too, in due time. Before you’re ripped from my arms forever, I have to touch you. There’s an incessant need inside of me, clawing at my flesh and bones. I need to claim you fully... for the first and the last time.”
Aurora pulled her head back. “You can claim me, but just know that I'll never claim you,” I growled at her words, but she stared at me with wild fury. “I’ll never accept surrendering my will... my pride... my soul for you, or for anyone else.”
“I might’ve started off as your captor, but it is you who has held me captive since the night I first laid eyes on you."
"Stop saying things like that when you only plan to hurt me by tossing me out like yesterday's garbage.”
"It's not like that. This was agreed to before?—"
"By you, Zarren.You!No one fucking asked me a goddamn thing about my own life."
"Calm down, Bellezza. I?—"
"And stop calling me that, too. Just treat me like the whore you and your uncles think I am... The whore Leon Barganella thinks I am... And the one that my future husband believes me also to be."
"You're not a whore."
"No, you only want to fuck me like one, then hand me off to a man who might be a bigger monster than you."
At the wordmonster, something rose up within me, and I sensed her regret almost immediately. In fact, if she wasn’t already flush against the pool table, I knew she would’ve taken a few steps back. It wouldn’t stop me. Not now.
The blood inside my veins had now turned to adrenaline, which made the beast in me rise to the surface. Reaching out, I gripped the top of her nightgown and, with a sharp pull, I ripped the thin silk down the fucking middle.
“Z-Zarren,” she stammered nervously. “What are you about to do?”
“That much should be obvious,” I responded as I lifted her effortlessly off her feet and deposited her onto the top of the pool table. Of course, she tried to scramble off it until my loud growlpierced the air. “Lie back and put your goddamn hands above your head as I taste what’s mine for a final time.”
“It’s not yours,” she told me, and my smirk grew wider.
“Hands. Above. Your. Head. Or else I’ll tie you to this fucking table and show you how a real prisoner is treated.”
Aurora fell back against the table, then did as I instructed. As she lay there, I finished removing the tattered remains of her nightgown, then set both legs up and rested her feet on the edge of the table.
Her lacy black panties didn’t meet the same fate as her nightgown because I planned to keep them. With that in mind, I slowly dragged them down her legs before removing them. She watched me with weary eyes, which narrowed when I brought the dark lace to my face and sniffed it.
“Your panties are absolutely drenched, Bellezza. You protest too much. It’s a good thing I’m addicted to your lies. They taste like sin...” I dragged two fingers up her thigh, then swiped them between her legs, eliciting a low whimper. “And your pussy does, too.”
I didn’t give her a chance to say anything as I used my shoulders to spread her legs as wide apart as I could. After, I buried my head between them. The moment I dragged my tongue through her slit, I heard the sound of one of the pool balls as it moved. I grinned against her flesh, then sucked her clit into my mouth.
I’m going to kiss you until the only name you’ll ever taste is mine.
The quote was one I’d heard before, but I’d never felt it until now. I brought two fingers to her core and teased her momentarily before plunging them into her wet heat. I knew her spot well, so I wasted no time reaching it. Once I did, a few more balls rolled around on the table. I glanced up and watched as she desperately clutched at the felt on the top to no avail whilewrithing against it. I kissed her puffy lips before attacking her clit once more.
And you’re going to come until the only name I’ll ever taste is yours.
After adding a third finger inside of her, I felt her entire body tense. She was about to orgasm, and I wanted to savor every drop of her release. I curled my fingers in a come-hither motion, and she nearly vaulted off the table.
“Zarrrrrrrrrrren,” she cried as she drew out my name moments before coming.
Withdrawing my fingers from her, I replaced them with my tongue and mouth. Her taste exploded on my tongue, and I alternated between lapping at her core and spearing her with it. A few incoherent sounds fell from her lips as I slowly brought her back down. The next time she came, it’d be on my cock. Later, she would finish on my fingers as I claimed the last part of her.
Once satisfied that I had licked up every drop, I rose from between her legs. Her hair, which she had taken such painstaking care to brush, was now tousled, and a few thick strands dampened and clung to her face. Her eyes were closed, and it was only when I painted her lips with my wet fingers that she opened them.
