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"She had you in one of the hidden rooms, didn't she?" He asks, and there's desperation that threads through his voice. A neediness in there that strikes me like a slap, pushing me forward into him. I need this. And him.
Now.
Tomorrow can wait.
I nod and he takes me by the hand, pulling me toward the curtain I had hidden behind earlier.
We slip into the room in the darkness, and he immediately pulls me into him, kissing me so hard I rock back on my slippered heels.
"Say yes." It's a request, but I know it's also a demand.
My throat tenses and I nod.
"Yes, please, yes, oh—"My words cut off as he scoops his hands under my thighs and lifts me up, pressing me against the nearest wall, under the bell that had chimed for me.
He is rock hard, his muscles tight and insistent as he holds onto me.
There's a whispering sound of metal on metal, and he's undoing the zipper of his pants. His cock is out and pressing between my thighs, teasing over my pussy through my panties. He yanks them aside, and plunges into me, not waiting a single second to see if I'm alright but I don't care.
My body arches up for him. I light up inside, and my eyes clench tight. This is what I was made for, what I was put here for. To be in his arms. His breathing is harsh in my ears, ragged as he loses himself inside of me. I look up at him, almost wanting to shake from the disbelief of having him so close to me.
His hand curls between my thighs, fingers splitting around his cock to tease me, the palm of it grinding against my clit. Red mists and collects at the edge of my vision, turning to white as heat frissons through my whole body, centering from where he's inside me, spreading out along my skin. Each thrust of his cock up inside me has his whole body pressing me firmly into the wall. I'm trapped, or maybe I'm set free by him. I open my eyes, gaze locking with his, my cheeks flushing to see how hard he's staring at me. He's always had a look that catches me, but right now?
I'm his captive.
"You will always be mine," the words spill out of him, in a merciless rush, and without giving me a chance to answer, his thumb drags over my clit as he kisses me. I cry out into his lips, his tongue finding mine and demanding I submit.
His mouth leaves mine to press against my ear, and I can hear him even closer, his breathing staccato and making mine own stop in my chest. It's too much, all of it, his closeness, the intensity of white-heat riding through my body. His thumb and finger close around my clit, and I cry out, spinning off the edge into a rough orgasm that has my thighs clenching around his hips so hard he stills for a moment.
Then he moves, slowly, dragging out the pleasure until I can't stand it, and I'm pleading with him.
"It's too much," I beg. His hand curls around my mouth and he shakes his head, a cruel glint in his eyes that's driving me to madness. My head falls back against the wall and I let my eyes sink shut,. He's going to do this no matter what I say, and somehow, that just lights the fire harder and hotter inside of me. It's like I can't come down from it, his cock relentless, his movements designed to keep me from ever feeling anything but him inside me.
"Again," he demands, and I cry out into the palm of his hand, his other hand teasing me, his hips jerking against me. Each time he pulls out I slip down the wall, like I'm chasing him, until he meets me again, thrusting hard inside me and pressing me up to meet him.
"I won't," I manage to get out from behind his fingers, because how is that even possible? Another orgasm? My mind is spinning, but with the way he's looking at me, sheer determination in his eyes. He's not going to let this go. He's notgoing to letmego without giving him what he wants.
My breathing is shaky, and I can feel it. The moment it turns from too much inside me, too much sensation, to a raw hunger that starts to consume me. The heat blossoms underneath my skin, and I cry out again, my voice breaking in my throat. His eyes are shut and he presses into me one last time. He stills, and I can feel the wet-hot pulse of him coming inside me. Somehow that pushes me further, until the trembling sharp edge of my orgasm falls away, leaving just me and him.
Breathing. My heart racing. I want to feel his heartbeat too, but it's like I can't lift my fingers to drag along his neck, find his pulse. To really know if this has him as caught as it has me. I'm so scared.
He holds me close, I'm tight around him. How deep he's buried in me, I never want him to leave. I don't want to let him go.
His breathing is starting to calm, and he drops his head to kiss me, catching my lips with his. It's less crazed, but deeper somehow. This moment has me drowning in him. His fingers tangle in my hair.
"You can't go back out there," he murmurs as he slowly pulls out of me, and I hate feeling the loss of him. "Everyone will know what I've done to you." He lifts his fingers to my hair, rueful smile on his face.
I lift my head to look him squarely.
"I want them all to know," I whisper, "I want them to see you on me."
His lips part, and there's a look of surging hunger in his expression I have never seen before. He moves toward me, but aburst of laughter just beyond the curtain has him stilling.
"I will never ruin you," his words are low. He sighs, and then rubs his thumb over his lips, pulling it away and smiling to see my lipstick blurred there. I shiver, not wanting him to go, but knowing he has to. And he's right. I glance in the mirror.
My hair is a mess.
There's no way I can go back to the masquerade. Even with my mask on, I'll still be marked, for tonight at least, as a loose woman. And I'm wearing Ruby's dress. Someone will notice.
