At Marius’s groans, my chest thrums with satisfaction.
“Fuck, Miss Stahl, you were made for me. So wet, so tight, so perfect.”
His praise makes my heart sing.
Marius pulls back his hips and fucks me with hard thrusts. He pins me down to the bed with a hand on the back of my head. With my arms tied behind my back and my legs spread obscenely wide, all I can do is lie here on the mattress and take the onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh god,” I moan.
“God can’t help you,” he says with a hard thrust that makes me choke on air. “But I’ll be the one who makes you pray for mercy.”
I whimper, my clit swelling, and grind against the mattress. Why does this man turn me on so much?
The phone that I left on the bedside rings. I glance at the caller display to see Veer’s number.
Shit.
Charlotte and I kept in contact after I left Marina University, and she gave my number to Veer. News spread across the students that Marius had been sent to abduct Odin’s nephew and he was the son of Crius Vanir. I didn’t make my relationship a secret, and they still think I need saving.
No matter how many times I tell Veer that I’m happy with Marius, he seems to think I’m trapped. These days, I let his calls go to voicemail.
“Who is that?” He circles his hips, filling me with tight thrusts.
“No one,” I stutter.
“Answer it.” He leans down and unties the belt securing my wrists.
The tension in my arms vanishes in an instant, and I yelp as he brings the phone to my side.
“Hey!”
I try not to resent Veer. It’s not his fault Odin called Dad and repeated all that bullshit I told him about my sex life. Thanks to the Bestlassons, Dad sent me a rambling email outlining how I’d become just like my mother.
It took a few days for my anger to cool before I could send a reply, but it bounced.
So, I have no idea what’s become of him in that prison, and I really don’t give a fuck.
“Miss Stahl,” Marius says, his tone low with a warning.
“I can’t form sentences while that huge cock is splitting me open.”
He threads his fingers through my damp hair and raises me off the mattress. “Do it,” he snarls into my ear. “Now, or I’ll speak to him myself.”
“Fine,” I grind out and reach for my handset.
“Put it on speakerphone.”
My eyes widen, but I still do as he says.
“Hello?” I keep my voice level, even as Marius snaps his hips. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and I have to bite down a moan.
“Phoenix,” Veer replies with a burst of panic. “I’ve been trying to reach you for weeks. Are you alright?”
Marius picks up his pace. I ball my hands into fists and try not to moan.
“I’m. Fine.”
“You sound stressed.”