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“You know there’s nothing you can say that can put me off you, don’t you?” I squeeze her hand, maybe a little too hard, because she grimaces. “You must know it.”
“It’s just...I’m scared of what I’m feeling. You seem to know more about me than my parents ever did.” She glances up at my eyes. “You understand what I need when I need it. You give me the right thing at the right time, and I accept it even though every rational part of me screams at me not to.”
I grab her chair and drag it closer, its legs raking the floor. Sirenna sits tight, unsure what’s happening before my arm rests on the back of her chair, caging her in. I close my hand entirely over hers, breathing in her scent of wild lilies.
“What you mean to say is that some of the intimate moments we shared border on rape.” She flinches as if even my saying those words out loud hurt her, but I continue. “If you pressed charges, they’d probably be enough to lock me up–if we lived in a fair world.” My eyes don’t leave her face for a single second as I say, “And that’s what it would take to keep me away from you, wild flame–prison. Even though I’d probably break out and find you. So maybe this relationship is a prison for you because even if I were willing to let you go, I wouldn’t be able to.” My arm moves from the chair to her back, gathering her in my arms.
She sighs as I trap her like a python winding itself around a gazelle, taking her breath away. She can’t help but look me straight in the face now.
“But what this relationship really is depends entirely on you,” I purr, my lips grazing the side of her neck, her jugular pulsing wildly against them. “Do you see me as your jailer, Sirenna?”
“No,” she whimpers, her body trembling as she expects my lips to close on her skin at any moment. I smile against the hot column of her neck before I plant a soft kiss on it, then move lower.
“Am I your rapist?” My voice fills with seduction.
“No.”
Another smile, another kiss.
“The monster who dragged you into his den to consume you?” I purr against her collarbone, my mouth hovering over it.
“You are–” she whispers, and my heart stutters. My arms flex, tightening around her so much that she gasps. I release the tension just enough to let her speak.
“Yes?” I entice, employing all that remains of my self-control.
“You’re a dream come true,” she says, her words shooting like a narcotic up my veins. “The first time we met, I knew you were a successful genius, but I was also convinced you were a socially awkward nerd. That it would be easy for a girl in leather and lace to twist you around her little finger. Imagine my surprise when the most attractive man I’d ever seen stood in front of me.” She licks her lips, and all I want to do is bite into that sweet tongue of hers. “Then I thought it would be easy to shake you off, convinced you wouldn’t think of me again, swamped with options as you surely were. But things turned out different, and I–” She hesitates, but I can’t let her stop here.
Keeping one arm wrapped around her, I brush her silk robe off one shoulder, replacing the satiny touch with my lips. Sirenna inhales sharply, her breasts pushing into my chest. It would be so easy to crush her against me, but not today. Today, I’ll make sure bliss is what she remembers most vividly before discovering how far my wickedness goes. She already knows I’m a nasty bastard, she just doesn’t know how nasty, and once she finds out, there will be no going back.
In one sleek movement, I turn her sideways on the chair so that I can lean her back enough to give me access further down to her chest, to her breasts, the robe falling off of her inch for inch. My arm steady around her back, I keep going down, coaxing the truth out of her.
“And then?” I purr against the line of her stomach as I kiss my way down to the apex of her thighs.
“Then I began imagining things,” she murmurs, her breath hitching with every kiss I plant down her belly. “I allowed myself fantasies.”
“What fantasies?” Removing my arm from around her, I undo the cord on of her robe and let it fall to the floor, the sides of her robe slipping off to reveal her to me, entirely naked.
I go down to my knees and sit back on my heels, taking in the sight of her in the crude daylight that floods in through the large windows.
“Fuck, you’re mouthwatering,” I growl. I only realize how menacing the sound was when she squeezes her thighs together, trying to gather the robe around herself.
“Zayne,” she says breathlessly. “Someone might come in.”
I catch her wrists and force her hands down, preventing her from sealing her nakedness away from my eyes. Here I am, already breaking my promise of going gentle on her. It was always a long shot, craving her like a starved jungle animal the way I do, but I didn’t think I’d lose this fight so soon.
“No one’s here but the two of us,” I rasp. “Now, tell me about those fantasies.”
Still keeping hold of her wrists, needing the control, I coax her legs to open again with kisses towards her inner thigh. She slowly gives in, her flesh hot, her pussy needy.
“It started with daydreams,” she says, her voice like a breeze as she gives in to the trail of sensation that my mouth is leaving on her skin, inching toward her center. “I pictured myself punishing you for how you fucked my mouth the first time. For how wet I got for your brutality, how hard I came for your abuse. It was unacceptable. The wrong thing to say, the wrong thing to think, the wrong thing to feel. And yet all I wanted was to give in to all of it.”
“Did you hate me?” I inquire, my tongue lapping once over the lips of her pussy. “For fucking your mouth the way I did?”
She pauses, her hips rolling forward, her pussy dripping with need. The scent goes to my head, the beast inside tearing at its chains. I won’t be able to hold the fucker down for much longer.
“Did you ever regret it?” she pants. “The barbarous way in which you took my mouth?”
“Part of me did.” I lap at her pussy again, my tongue now digging between the lips. She moans, her legs spreading wider. “But most of me craved more,” I say, licking and nipping. “I needed to consume you, and I didn’t know how to deal with it, because it was a whole new craving that I’d never felt before. ” My hold tightens on her wrists, causing her to yelp. Reliving our first time brings back that feeling, that crack in my armor that turned into a gaping vulnerability.
