As he straightens up, he removes his hand from my mouth and grips the dildo, thrusting it in sync with his pumping hips. We move together like waves in a clashing of tides, and when an orgasm barrels through me, I yank on the cuffs.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me.”
Darian fucks me so hard the headboard bangs against the wall, and then he pulls the dildo out before thrusting his dick inside my pussy. I’m stretched from the huge toy and can barely feel him, but that seems to be the point.
He grabs me by the throat, gazing into my eyes, and then he crushes his lips against mine as his hot semen fills me up.
“Fuck me, you’re beautiful.” His strangled whisper drips with admiration, his body shuddering.
I lower my legs and wrap them around his waist as he settles on top of me, his prickly cheek resting against my chest.
“Why did you come here tonight?” he asks after a while.
“I wanted to see you.”
His chest lifts and falls with a content sigh. We might be enemies, but this feels like a truce. I’m tired of fighting my desire for this man, even if it’s wrong, even if he turns out to be the man behind my father’s death. The question tastes bitter on my tongue. Would he tell me the truth if I asked him now? Not that it matters because I can’t bring myself to form the words. Instead, I ask, “Why did you make the deal with Mr. Visage?”
Darian rests his chin on my chest, studying my face in dim light. “You care about Lauren.”
My heart gallops at the intensity of his gaze. He’s watching me carefully for my reaction, and when I break eye contact, he crawls up my body.
“She’s your family.” He removes my handcuffs and places them on the nightstand.
I swallow hard as his attention returns to me. “You’re supposed to be a coldhearted monster.”
“Would it be easier to hate me?”
I trail my fingers through his stubbly beard, pausing when he dips his lips to mine.
It’s a tender kiss, soft and gentle, and a promise of more.
He sucks on my bottom lip, then whispers, “I am a monster, but not with you.”
“Will you set Lauren free?”
A crease forms between his brows as he lifts his head. “She belongs to the Exodus now. There’s no out once you’re in.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You have no other choice.”
I try to push him away, upset with his response, but he secures my wrists on the pillow beneath my head and uses his free hand to keep my gaze on his. There’s no escaping Delacroix. He plunders and leaves no one left alive. My soul is no different.
“There’s only one way out of the Exodus.”
I try to yank free of his grip on my jaw, but it’s as solid as concrete.
Darian drags his nose down the bridge of mine. “And it’s in a body bag. At least your friend will be safe under my roof.”
“He beat her.” My voice is a mere whisper as a tear slides from the corner of my eye.
Darian kisses it away. “I know.”
“He’s a monster.”
“He is.”
“How are you any different?”
