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His hand came down and his thumb and finger pinched my chin as it titled my head up. “Not in this. In the rest of your life. In the sneaking into my room and what you saw here aspects. In the you will tell me if you hear or see things that make you…curious. I become your new journal, loyalty kind of way. Understand?”
“Oh.” I stood up, looked at him, and said, “Okay. I…that wasn’t in the contract. Is everything okay? Like…” I looked back at the dresser, and my gut clenched. “You’re safe, right? No one is—”
He smiled at me, and it looked like I had just lifted half the world off his shoulders. I didn’t get to finish the sentence before he was kissing me. Hands all over me, this was a different kind of kiss. It was almost sweet, still possessive, but also a bit more.
He backed me up to the bed, and we went down to the lower, larger mattress on those bunk beds. I felt his hardness against my thigh, but Apollo was on his own tour of my body at this point. Hell, if I knew I only needed to worry about his safety for him to get with the program, I would have expressed that sooner.
I put my hand into that thick, black hair of his as he shifted my thighs and said, “I’ve never done this before. You may have to talk me through it if I’m not doing it the way you like.”
So vulnerable in this bed with me. I realized he probably never let himself get this way with another woman. His thick tongue tested, explored, much like Tituss had in that journal which meant he would do just fine. When he lapped at my clit I said, “Just like that. Push your…so good. Just like that.”
I was so wound up it didn’t take a lot to push me over the edge, which was good news for me and his ego, I could tell. He said, “Damn. This is…”
He was back to work, and I was onto my next fix in no time.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Apollo
When I lifted my head after her third orgasm, I was ready to fuck her into the next century. I licked, kissed, sucked a mark on her ribs, and then met her lips as I sank into her heat and said something I didn’t want to say right now. “I have plans for us.”
“I hope you plan to fuck me like you own me because that feels so good.” She adjusted one of her legs, and I slid deeper. She whispered, “Make it hurt, Apollo.”
I reached up, put my thumb at the base of her throat, and said, “I’m going to murder you.”
I felt the clench of her pussy around my dick and smiled. She said, “They call it the little-death for a reason, right?”
I nodded. Something…wicked, dangerous rolling up my spine, into my mind. I looked at her breasts, then up to her, and barely above a whisper said, “Resist.”
Her eyes closed, and her whole body seemed to flush, squeeze. When her eyes opened, she said, “Get off me.”
I shook my head no, pushed into her. She took a moment then smiled. Then she slapped me across the cheek and said, “Get the fuck off me.”
My grip on her throat tightened, and she went wide-eyed. I gritted my teeth and punched my hips forward. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She pushed at my chest, her legs started moving, the more she got into it, resisted, the more…I truly am a monster, but…she was doing this on purpose because I asked for it…so…I let myself sink deeper into that last layer of hell.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Harper
This was some serious kink right here, but I was into it. If it got him to the zone, I was down to play. I slapped him again, this time on the chest. Aware I was really pushing my luck when I slapped his face, but he had said he was going to murder me, and I was eighty percent sure earlier that was true.
Now, oh, Apollo. My dark little demon. You just needed someone who understands you’re a bad guy in real life, and…for the first time ever, you got to be one in bed too.
I knew he had never done this to anyone before. I had ideas, though. “Don’t turn me over.”
I wanted to feel him that way, deep, hard, and he pulled out abruptly and rolled me to my stomach, pulling my hips up as he sank into me from that angle and said, “Fuck.”
I moved my hands behind my back and clasped them together. “Don’t hold my hands together like that.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He gripped them and then held them tighter. I smiled into the pillow, so he did not see me grinning from either side. He was perfect back there. I sighed as I turned my head and wished he had a fist full of my hair, was holding me down. “What are you thinking about?”
Not exactly what a captor would say while assaulting me, but this was new, so I told him. He let go of my wrists and then pushed his hand into my hair, pushed hard, and moved my legs until he was entirely on top of me, heavy, smothering. I gasped for air, and he moved, little thrusts into me from that angle, and said, “This is nice, tight, and you’re barely able to breathe, much less move.”
He was right. I was gasping, trying not to panic because I had asked for this, sort of, not this, but some variation where I had air would be nice.
“Resist.” The word was breathed into my ear. I gulped, sucked in what breath I could, and started to push up, tried to move, but I was weak, and he was heavy. The more I tried, cursed at him to get off me, the harder he fucked. At some point his hand made it’s way between my hips and the bed, and his fingers circled my clit as I tried and failed to get him off of me, away from me. Still, we succeeded in getting to orgasm at the same time, and that had him for real letting all his weight drop onto my back. I realized the difference immediately.
