Slowly—tortuously, she works my cock inside her, balancing her weight on my stomach. Little, breathless pants puff from her mouth while I tremble beneath her.
So fucking tight.
“God, I’m too full,” she whimpers, her own body trembling as she works to take me in.
“Baby, I’m not going to be able to control myself much longer. Sit. Down.”
Sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, she lifts up one last time before seating herself completely on my cock.
A yelp bursts from her lips, her eyes round discs. My body hums from the euphoria of her pussy wrapped so fucking tightly around me.
Goddamn nirvana. There’s nothing like it.
“Now move,” I rasp out, my control slipping as I pump my hips up once. It’s enough to send electric shocks down my spine.
Her chin tips up, eyes rolling as she swivels her hips.
“Oh,” she moans, continuing the movement until we’re both delirious. She moves slow and languid, sliding up and down and twisting her hips in a way that makes me see entire constellations.
Her eyes are pinched shut, her little mouth parted as she gets pleasure from my cock. It feels incredible, enough to make me come if I allowed it, but I need more. I need her fast, and hard.
“Little mouse,” I call, my voice hoarse with need. Her hips still, and her eyes creak open. “Run.”
Her eyes pop open, and her breath stalls. A moment passes where we’re both frozen in time, and then she springs into action. I hiss from the sensation of sliding out of her, and then she’s catapulting towards the end of the bed.
She bolts out of the room and guns for the stairs. I stay right at her heels, enjoying the startled screams that slip from her throat every time she sees me so close.
Purposely, I let her run, my cock hardening further from the chase.
My little mouse loves to be scared. And I get off on making her so.
Barreling down the stairs, she aims for the back of the house. I grin when I realize exactly where she’s going.
I let her get to the hallway before I snatch her up, relishing in the bite of her nails in my arm.
“Trying to relive a favorite memory, naughty girl?”
She growls in response, kicking her legs at air. I nearly bust into the sunroom, the beauty of it lost on me when I hold the most precious gift in my arms.
I drop to my knees and twist her around, laughing as she struggles. “Feel familiar?”
“Zade!” she cries with indignation, but I don’t give her a moment to get her bearings. She’s on her back in a matter of seconds, staring up at me with wide eyes.
“Let me know which stars you prefer. The ones above you, or the ones I make you see.”
And then I’m driving into her tight heat, not giving either of us a moment to prepare for it. She cries out, her back arching and her claws sharpened as she scores them down my arms.
“Jesus fuckin—” her words are cut off from another sharp thrust, a moan replacing her sinful words.
I shudder, my control completely in tatters as I drive into her, fucking her so hard that I’m forced to keep dragging her back down towards me.
Sharp screams fill the air and there’s a moment where the pitch is so high, I fear I broke something inside of her.
But then her pussy clamps tight, making it almost impossible to move before she comes around my cock, her body nearly convulsing from the power.
My name falls from her lips, but I can’t stop. The sound of our skin slapping and her garbled words bounce off the windows surrounding us as I continue to slam into her.
Her tiny throat is in my hand, squeezing until she can no longer utter a word. A hand wraps around my arm, branding bloody crescent moons into my skin as she fights for oxygen. I’ll gladly sacrifice my name on her tongue if it means climbing up to heaven with her.
I bare my teeth, intense pleasure racing down my spine and building at the base.
Fuck, I feel the explosion right at the precipice. Parsons Manor will always be destined to be the house that burns and takes lives.
“Give me another, baby,” I urge, my other hand reaching down until my thumb circles her clit.
Her face pinkens, nearing red when she falls back over. I release her throat, the dizzying rush from lack of oxygen coupled with her orgasm has her back coming entirely off the floor. Like a woman possessed, she clings to me, as more scratches are torn into my skin.
Gnashing my teeth, I sit back, bringing her squirming body with me until I’m kneeling with her legs wrapped tightly around my waist.
She gyrates down onto me relentlessly, riding out her orgasm and pulling me down over the edge with her. I come with a roar, clutching her to my chest so tightly that we’re both only capable of small, jerky movements as we grind into each other.
I lose myself. My name. My identity. My soul. It’s been hurdled away into the vortex our bodies have created. Like being sucked into a wormhole and kicked out into a new universe.
And when we come down, the stars surrounding us suddenly look so dull and lifeless compared to the ones shining in her eyes.
“I have an extraction tomorrow. It’s what I’ve been building up to for months now,” I say, my fingers tracing across her bare back. “It’s going to be pretty dangerous. I just want you to be aware of that.”
Addie’s head lifts, her face much more visible now that we’re in a room housed in windows. I can see the barest hint of the freckles dusting her nose and cheeks, and I want to kiss each and every one of them.
We collapsed after I fucked us both stupid, and neither of us has felt inclined to get up since.
“Is it the rituals?”
I nod and tell her all about the night I had. She was aware of the fucked-up dinner party, and when I tell her it was successful, her face softens with relief.
“I can’t wrap my head around people actually doing that. People just came over and sat at that table as if they were going to eat fucking lobster tail?”
“Yeah,” I murmur. I bite my lip, a shit-eating grin already forming on my face for what I’m about to tell her. Her head just settled back on my chest when I say, “The little girl I saved, Sarah? She asked if I’d be her daddy.”
Addie’s head snaps up so quickly, she comes close to breaking it.
“Careful, this world would be in trouble if you died.”
Her mouth flops. “What did you say?”
I shrug. “I didn’t really get to say anything. She had to leave so I could go get fake arrested. If I didn’t, Dan and the Society might’ve found the raid too convenient. Luckily, I was able to play it on a charge that Dan has gotten in the past.”
She blinks. “Would you? Adopt her, I mean?”
I lift my hand, gently swiping a lock of her hair from her face and curling it behind her ear. She tries to hide the shiver, but her body is pressed too closely into mine for it to be successful.
“I wouldn’t do anything without your say-so. But yes, I would.”
She swallows. “Why do you need my permission?”
“You think I stalked you just because I wanted a quick thrill? No, baby. It’s you and me forever. Which means if I become a daddy, then you become a mommy.”
Her eyes widen, and what looks like panic flashes in her irises. I curl a finger beneath her chin and land a quick peck to her lips.
“Don’t worry ‘bout that right now. Sarah is safe, and at the moment, we’re more worried about her trauma and getting her mental health taken care of.”
She nods, though I don’t miss the lingering look before she settles back on my chest.
Chapter 41
The Shadow
“Y
ou ready for tonight?” Jay asks in my ear.
“I’ve been ready,” I answer easily as I pull up to the gentlemen’s club, Savior’s. The Society choosing this club as the front for an underground dungeon must be their version of a sick sense of humor.
