“Round two, honey? I can eat that delectable pussy night and day. All you have to do is sayplease.”
Oh, I see where he’s going with that. He’s trying to make good on his promise.
Make me scream—check.
Make me plead—not fucking happening!
He slowly pushes two fingers inside me while his thumb stays on my clit, running circles from hell there.
“Come on, my little Succubus! A single word. Say it, and I’ll let you come again.”
“How about... two words?” I finally find my voice through the fog of pleasure clouding my mind.
“Pretty please?” He smirks.
I shake my head. Anowould come out strangled as his curled fingers hit a spot.
“Fuck me?” Atlas tries again, beaming like he knows he’s winning.
Another attempt at a firmnodissolves into a breathy curse. “Fuck off!”
He shrugs.
“Fuck me, fuck off... tomato, tomahto. Sounds the same to me.”
Those skillful fingers stop their ministrations, and cool air replaces his touch. The needy whimper slipping past my lips makes me want to fish out my own vocal cords and cut them one by one. Like screaming his name wasn’t enough shame already. Atlas doesn’t need to comment on the matter when his ego fills the whole room, not leaving space for anyone else.
He spreads my arousal on my lips, literally rubbing the neediness in my face, and forces another kiss on me.
“Fuckin’ heaven,” he whispers, before pulling away. “Stay still! Wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”
He takes out his knife and cuts the zip ties binding my wrists.
I’m ready to choke him to death. My hands obey what my mind desires, wrapping around his throat and squeezing hard.
Leisurely, he tucks the knife at the back of his jeans before taking hold of my wrists, peeling my palms off his throat.
“Awww... You wanna hug me. Aren’t you cute?”
“Fucker! You have no idea who you’re messing with.”
Fair enough, I’m the one who initiated our games, but I never thought I’d get tied to my own bed, eaten, and fingered until I was screaming his name.
“I’m dying to see what you’ll throw at me!”
That asshole boops my nose before getting off the bed and striding out.
Grabbing the lamp from my nightstand, I hurl it at him, but the closing door is what takes the hit.
Atlas’s booming laughter comes from the other side, following the shattering sound.
“Was that a lamp, honey? I meant ‘throw’ figuratively,” he shouts, and the rage inside me is already at an exploding point. “See you tomorrow, Succubus!” he says, double-tapping my door.
I grab a pillow to silence my fury, which comes in the form of a scream.
Tomorrow, I’ll show him who he’s up against. It’s my turn to take away his control, and he won’t be getting a happy ending like I did.
Chapter 10
