My pulse quickens but I don’t know how. All the blood in my body feels like it’s in my dick.
“If I leaned down and shoved my hand between your thighs,” I ask her, holding back a groan from the thought, “how wet and hot would your cunt feel right now?”
Her eyes widen, and she leans back, but with the way she’s seated, with her knees under her, she can’t lean back far without being off balance.
“Do you know what it will feel like when I finally shove myself deep inside your tight little cunt?” I ask as my dick pulses with need and I have to stroke it once more.
She breathes out heavily, nearly violently and avoids my gaze.
“You’re going to scream my name like your life depends on my mercy.” I stroke myself again and again. Fuck, I’m so eager for her touch my dick is throbbing so hard it hurts. “I won’t show you mercy, Aria, I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine to ruin.”
She whimpers and struggles to remain still in front of me. Her thighs clench as I kick the chair behind me, so I can crouch down in front of her.
Her hazel eyes are wide and filled with desire.
“I want to give you everything,” I whisper as I lean forward, letting my lips trail along her jaw. A ripple of unease runs through me as I realize the truth in those words.
She shivers, and I watch her nails dig into her thighs. “You have to tell me what you want, and when I ask you how badly you want my cock, you better tell me the truth.”
I pull away, letting my fingers trace down the right side of her face, and then lower, to her neck and collarbone. Then lower to her chest. “I want to see how you react when I pinch and bite these,” I tell her as my fingers travel to the peaks of her breasts.
“Do you think you’ll enjoy it?” I ask her. And for the first time, she admits a small truth, nodding her head once and then ripping her eyes from me.
Her breathing is chaotic, and I know she’s ashamed.
“I desperately want to feel you cum on my cock,” I admit to her, whispering in her ear since she still has her head turned. “Tell me what you want.”
All I can hear is our tense breathing mix in the hot air between us.
“Tell me, songbird,” I say, willing her to give in.
Time seems to stretch on forever.
“A drawing pad.” Blinking away the haze in her eyes and still denying what she truly wants, she utters useless words.
And I leave her just like that, wanting and panting and flushed with need.
She’ll learn to ask for what she wants. Or she’ll stay here forever.
Chapter 14
Aria
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I’ve never felt like this before.
Like there’s nothing left of me but a shell of a weak and pathetic person. I’m on the edge of loathing myself and the way my body begs me to give in to Cross.
But most of all, I pity myself and that’s what’s driving the hate.
My father isn’t coming. Nikolai isn’t coming.
I was worried that they were dead, but Carter told me yesterday that they’re still alive and the war is only getting started. I don’t know if he’s lying to me or not. If he wanted to offer me hope so he could crush it. I don’t know anything anymore and nothing gives me hope of getting out of here.
Even as the thought hits me, I crumple forward and bury my face in my grimy hands. They smell of dirt but as I struggle to breathe and maintain any sense of composure, I don’t give a damn. No matter how many times I bathe myself with the warm water that waits for me when I wake up, I feel dirty. The kind of dirty that doesn’t wash away.
I’m alone. A prisoner. And I don’t see any way out of here. There’s no white knight planning on barging in here. I’m not worth it. If I was, they would find me, they would come for me. They would save me and make Cross pay for keeping me here to starve and torment with thoughts of being his fuck toy.
Fate sent a dark knight after me instead. With dinged and scratched armor and a taste for something that I shouldn’t crave. My face is too hot when I pull my hands away, calming my breath and leaning my head against the wall behind me.
Exhaustion has taken over and I know it’s because I don’t eat.
But I could, a little voice whispers in the crevices of my mind. The same dark corners where the memories of yesterday send a warmth through my body.
My teeth dig into my lip as I remember how his skin felt against mine. How everything felt. It was… everything