Bitter Truths (Crimson Falls Duet 2)

I’m on my feet and racing for the bathroom without another word. And I can almost feel his smile as his gaze burns into my back. Pulling the nightdress that I’m wearing over my head, I turn on the taps. I slink out of my panties and step under the spray, a cold shiver trickling through me as the warming water hits my shoulders.

Lycan is angry, or jealous, or something, and I’m almost certain I’m in for a punishment after what I said this morning. When he took my ass for the first time, it hurt, but I craved it. I enjoyed every moment. Awareness skitters over my naked flesh, and I turn to find him watching me. His green eyes almost black with feral yearning.

“So beautiful,” Lycan murmurs as he steps under the spray behind me. “You know,” he starts, as his hands trail over my shoulders, down my arms, before he lifts my wrists and presses my palms to the cool tiles. “All this time, I thought you were a good girl.” His words drip with malice and lust, and his hand connects with my ass in a loud clap, sending shivers of pleasure rippling through me. Another spank before he continues, “I thought you were innocent and sweet.”

“Lycan—” His free hand which clamps down on my mouth muffles my response, silencing me to the assault. Another harsh swat only earns him a whimper, but it bounces off the glass walls as he continues his punishment of my ass.

“But instead of being a sweet submissive to me,” he hisses in my ear, and more heat pools between my legs, my thighs clenching only to earn myself another swat, and another. I lose count after a while, my head spinning as my ass tingles with the burn of Lycan’s forceful hand.

He uses his foot to push mine apart. I’m bent at the waist, holding onto slippery tiles. The same position I was in earlier this morning, but something tells me this isn’t going to be the gentle, loving man from earlier.

His fingers dip between my folds, finding them slick with need as he taunts me in an unrelenting pace, dipping inside me, pulling out, before thrusting back into my entrance until my knees start shaking.

“Hold yourself up,” Lycan warns, and I can practically feel his satisfaction from controlling my body with just his two fingers. “So wet for me,” he remarks when he slides from my pussy up to my ass. The tightness of my body has a groan of pleasure rumbling in his throat as he teases me open. It’s slow, deliberate, and without looking, I’m certain he’s smiling.

Lycan enjoys this. It’s where his demons come out to play. In the darkness, where he can control my pleasure, like I’m a puppet on a string. Once his fingers are deep inside me, he releases my mouth to taunt my pussy with two fingers. I’m open, filled, and bliss hits me when Lycan curls his fingers and gently massages my G spot, sending bright lights sparking behind my eyelids.

“If you make a noise, it will be my fucking name you scream,” he warns me before his movements hasten. I’m so close. I’m standing on the edge of euphoria as his finger pump inside me, both holes filled with him. And I’m about to crash when suddenly, Lycan pulls from me and I’m left empty and whining with the need to come.

“Please, Lycan,” I plead, glancing at him from over my shoulder. I can’t help my heart from stuttering at just how handsome he is. Wet from the shower, his dark hair sticking to his forehead, and those eyes are pure, black desire.

“On your knees,” he orders, his voice gruff, raspy with desire, and his thickness bounces in front of him, jutting out toward me. “Time for you to earn your orgasm,” he informs me. I obey without debate. The water is warm on my back as I take him into my mouth. The saltiness of his arousal coating my tongue, and his fingers tangle in my long, wet strands.

A hiss of pleasure falls from his lips as I stare up, watching the man I love fall to pieces as he uses my mouth for his pleasure. My tongue licking along the underside of his thick cock as the tip of his erection hits the back of my throat, and I hum in pleasure. Knowing you can bring a man to the brink of madness with just your mouth is powering, a heady feeling I enjoy, which turns me on.

And watching a man as powerful and controlling as Lycan Shaw at my mercy, is a drug I’ll never get tired of taking. A shot of adrenalin to my veins. He glances down, our eyes locked in a standoff. He’s angry, I’m needy. It’s an equation for disaster, but fuck, it feels good. I swallow him deeper, trying to make sure he can feel every inch of my warmth, the same way I feel every inch of him. The smooth, silky flesh, that’s hard as steel.