Calia screamed, her orgasm soaking my arm and the sheets beneath. I lowered my head, lapping at her release as though dying of thirst. She bucked off the bed, clawing at my shoulders and trapping my head between her supple thighs until I could barely breathe.
But if I was to die like this? Suffocated with her release on my tongue?Fuck…I would go happily.
Perhaps I should have cared that the whole house could hear the way I pleasured her and how much she enjoyed it. After all, her family was somewhere in the vicinity. But the twisted, possessive side of me loved the way she screamed, the way it told everyone she was mine and mine alone. I wanted Castor to hear that she still wanted me, still craved me, despite whatever vitriol he spewed her way.
“Please,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside of me.” I dragged my tongue along her slit, never taking my eyes from hers.
“I am already inside you, love,” I said, wiggling my fingers. “Is this not what you want?”
She shook her head, biting her lip to keep from crying out. “No, I need your cock.”
I hummed against her pussy. “Do you think you have earned my cock?”
Calia sat up on her elbows. “Fuck you,” she snarled, trying to pull away, but I did not let her.
My fingers splayed across her stomach, pinning her against the bed. “Is that not what you just asked me to do?” She stilled, watching my other hand free my length. “Do you want my cock, Calia? Do you want me to fuck you until you cannot breathe?”
I saw the momentary hesitation, her eyes glazing over, switching between my face and my length. But then she nodded feverishly. “Yes.”
I slid the tip along her sensitive clit, playing with her. Selfishly, I dragged it out, knowing it would be over once I came. She would walk away and leave me lying in a mess of my own making.
“Rion…” My name was a warning and a plea I could no longer deny. I slowly slid inside of her, wrapping her legs around my waist so I could angle myself deeper. Nothing and no one could compare to this, to the feeling of her needy and wanton.
Perspiration beaded between our bodies, slicking our skin. I began moving my hips at a torturously slow pace, enjoying the way she gripped me each time I pulled out. And it was intoxicating, watching her eyes roll back each time I bottomed out. Her nails dug into my arms, drawing blood and leaving behind claw marks that I would wear proudly.
“Faster,” she begged. I slipped my hand between us, rubbing her clit in unhurried circles. I enjoyed taking my time far more than I should, especially as breathy moans escaped her lips.
I leaned forward, wrapping my hand around her throat and gently squeezing it. As she tightened around me, I could not help but groan. “Youhave ruinedme,” I whispered, timing each word with a punishing thrust.
“Yes,” she exhaled, unabashedly admitting she knew her hold on me. “You deserve ruination.”
The world halted, even if my mind did not. Her eyes were brimming with finality, knowing her words cut me just as she intended. And I could no longer pretend I was okay with this—with nothing more than the leftover scraps she thought she could afford to give me.
I rolled off of her, tucking my cock back into my briefs and zipping my pants. She lay there, legs spread, pussy glistening,looking at me as though she did not understand what had happened.
And if I was being honest with myself, I did not understand it either. I wanted her,neededher, more than I could breathe, more than I could think, yet hearing her say she would never forgive me was a line I was unwilling to cross.
I could not—would not—fuck her for the sake of feeling her tight pussy come around me. While she may be able to sleep at night knowing she used me, I could not do the same.
And I would not be used.
I knew I would regret this when she walked out the door, but at least my conscience would be clear.
“What the hell, Rion?” she asked, closing her legs and sitting up.
My fists clenched at my side, nails biting into my skin until I bled. “I cannot…” I trailed off, attempting to find the words.
Calia cut me off before I could speak again, hopping off the bed and pulling up her jeans. “You say you want me?—”
“I do!” I yelled, stepping in her path and gripping her chin. “I fucking do, and you know it, but I wantallof you. Your heart, your mind, your body,andyour soul. It ismine, Calia. You are mine.”
“Then maybe you should have thought of that before you destroyed us, Rion!” She ripped out of my hold but did not move. She stood her ground, unafraid and unapologetic. “Youchose to keep things from me when there was every opportunity for honesty. And I can’t trust you not to do that again. I can’t place my heart in the hands of a man who nearly destroyed it.”
“But you are content to fuck him?” I asked, stepping forward to eliminate the space between us. “That is a dangerous game, love.”
“I don’t have to love you to fuck you. And while it may be a dangerous game foryou, I don’t share your sentiment.”
“I cannot fuck you while it is clear you find me abhorrent. This,us…” I paused, trying to find the words and coming up empty. The realization of our newfound reality was akin to death by a thousand small, sharp cuts. “I do not know how many times I can apologize, but in the end, it will never be enough, will it? You will always find a reason to hate me,” I said, furrowing my brows.
