Page 96 of Petrify

He pulls out again, his movements slow, the drag of skin against skin so overwhelming. How can it be this good every time? How does he know exactly what I need?

“Good,” I gasp. “So good.”

“A lesson in honesty,” he says, punching forward, pulling my hips to his at the same moment, each thrust jarring. “I want only your truth, Mallary.”

Every time he says my name, it’s like he owns another piece of my mind.

Mallary, Mallary, Mallary.

“Don’t lie to me,” he says. “Never lie to me.”

I nod, but my thoughts are already flying away, pressure building in my center as he fucks me. Unspent energy coils in my limbs. I reach down, finding my clit, already so sensitive?—

“No.”

I pull away like I was caught doing something I shouldn’t.

“You can come when you’re honest.”

“But—”

“Thewhole truth.”

His hips slam against mine, deeper and deeper.

“Baz.”

“This is entirely up to you,” he says through his clenched teeth. “You can come if you give me everything.”

“Ihave.”

“Liar.”

I have no more fight left in me, falling boneless against the tomb wall, surrendering to the brutal pounding of his cock. My cries ricochet in the stone room, half agony, half ecstasy. My breaths shudder through me, choking on the lump in my throat, and I only realize I’m sobbing his name, drool on my lips, as he groans his release. He comes inside of me with one last strong thrust. And I want so badly to follow, to milk his cock with my own climax, but Ican’t.

He pulls out, and I fall to my knees.

“Clean me off,” he says.

I take him into my mouth. Run my tongue along the head, taste the salty combination of his cum and my arousal on the warm skin. Wetness seeps down my thighs. My clit is so sensitive, as I kneel, I consider reaching down again. Would he notice?

His palm comes to my cheek, thumb wiping away the tears. “Stop moving.”

I obey.

His cock is still mostly rigid, only maybe half of it in my mouth.

Above me, he stares down his nose. Fingers trailing through my hair, across my cheekbone, smearing my tears, wiping them away. “Such a horrendous liar.”

I can’t reply. I resist the urge to take him deeper, wanting to obey, to remain still as a statue.

“We made a deal, you and I,” he says, tucking loose strands of my hair behind my ears. “I have your evenings, and I will leave you alone during the day. I’m honoring my side of the bargain. It’s time for you to honor yours.”

Yes, yes, I am trying, I want to.

“You’ll play our song. At the New Year’s gathering. There will be hundreds of people. And all of them will hear our song.” His cock twitches against my tongue, the muscles in his abdomen tightening. Like the thought turns him on even more.

I blink my acceptance, and I think he understands, because his fingers return to my hair.