“You’re the devil’s weakness. A fallen angel.”
Tugging my lips up he captures my mouth in a heated, consuming kiss. He slants his mouth over mine and plies my lips open demanding entry. His wicked tongue brushes over mine.
I breathe in his exhales and he does the same with mine.
And that is when I break.
I give in to him. Thighs, belly, breasts, I stop holding back and meld against him until there’s not a single inch of my body not touching his.
I kiss the man who bought me, cuffed me to his bed and held me prisoner.
And I kiss him hard. The more of his taste and heat I consume the less of the last horrid hours plague my mind. And it’s freeing. If just for a little while, I concede.
I wrap my arms around his neck and go with him when he pulls me off the wall, taking my full weight in his arms. With my core pressed to the outline of his hard cock and I wantonly rubbing my clit dry humping the mafia man.
Controlling fingers grip the ample flesh of my ass and he stops me from moving over him.
“When I say and how I say,” he gruffs and I’m back against the wall. This time he places a foot on the floor of the shower and his head is back between my legs.
I grip handfuls of hair. His answer to that is to tunnel two thick fingers into my dripping core as his tongue snakes over my clit.
He is utterly controlling me and it’s infuriating as much as it is a turn-on.
I’m flipped around and put on all fours.
Water crashes over us but he doesn’t seem to care.
Hands grip my ass and I’m on my knees. “When I take you, feed you my cock for the first time, Nova; this is how you will look.” Hands slide up my ass, over my back, and return possessively. “Giving, begging, and dripping for my cock.”
Sweet. Agonizing. Torture.
“You can’t do this to me.”
I tremble uncontrollably under his caresses.
A claiming bite sinks into flesh. I arch, press into him. “No.”
He spreads my thighs farther and I swallow a moan as the tip of his tongue lavishes my core so sweetly.
“Yet your juices are sweet on my tongue. I told you no lies,malyshka.”
His mouth is back on me and those curious fingers of his have my ass cheeks spread wide. He growls like he’s in heaven the longer he eats my pussy. He circles a thumb over my back entrance causing me to gasp from surprise as much as curiosity.
I’m falling in mere seconds. My whole body at the mercy of his touch. My screams are muffled by his tongue as he flips me, and in one swift motion has me against his chest, my legs wrapped around his middle. Kneeling in the middle of the shower, he feasts on my cries and whimpers. Sweet tangy remnants of my releases coat his lips and tongue. He feeds it to me like honey.
Steel gray meets ice blue. “Moy. Tol’ko. moy.Mine. Only mine,” he translates for me.
Ares, the god of war, the man who purchased my body now wants to claim my soul.
I fear I’m weak enough that he just might.
Ten
Nova
Idon’t know how I am expected to function like a normal human being after a shower of that magnitude. But fifteen minutes later Ares passes me a shirt that costs more than a month’s worth of food.
“We need to talk.” Leaning a hip against the center island of his walk-in closet, I lift my chin and force determination into my voice.