Page 30 of The Labyrinth

Ten pressed my head lower, making me gag. “I didn’t say stop, Rissa.”

I pulled back, dragging my tongue over each of his ridges as I sucked him. I bobbed, swirling my tongue around his thick length, using his noises above me as my indicators of what he enjoyed. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to know no one could ever make him feel the way I could. I took him all the way back in my throat, his thick head making me gag around him. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.

He twisted his hands in my hair, slamming me hard down onto him. He did it again, harder. And again. And again. He was fucking my mouth, using me for his own pleasure, and I couldn’t say I minded. A part of me felt free. Exhilarated. My eyes began to water, and I wrapped my hands around his thick thighs, trying to stay upright as he fucked me harder. My pussy ached from the sheer power, the dominance he exuded. My desire dripped out of me, sliding down my legs. Feeling him take me like this was absolutely delicious.

“That’s right, Rissa. Take my cock. Choke on it like a good little slut.” He groaned, his thrusts quicker, more frantic. “Oh, fuck. Don’t you dare spill a fucking drop of this cum, deliciae. Take your goddamn communion like the good girl you are.Fuck!”

Ten lost control. His hips stuttered into my mouth, spilling his release into the back of my throat. I gulped at it eagerly, not wanting to disappoint him and lose any of it. It was salty, and sweet, and distinctly Ten. His hands still gripped my hair, his nails scratching my scalp. He pulled back, his cock dripping one lone drop of his black cum. I wanted to lick it up, finish the job he had given me, but before I could lean forward to catch it on my tongue, he pushed me down on my hands and knees. Ten knelt behind me.

“I’m going to fuck you now, Rissa,” he said, sliding his hands up my back as he dragged his oversized shirt up my shoulders. His hands swept underneath me, cupping my breasts as they passed. He twisted my nipples, and I cried out without thinking, thrusting back against him. “It’s not going to be gentle. It’s not going to be nice. It’s going to be hard and it’s going to make you remember that you’re alive. That you’re alive and you’remine.”

He slipped his finger into my pussy, dipping it in the slick wetness gathered there. I groaned, pushing back into him.

“Is this all for me, deliciae? Did you like the way I fucked your mouth? The way I made you remember who your Master was?”

I moaned, desperate for his touch. But his finger disappeared, and in its place his tongue swiped between my legs. I trembled as his tongue explored and tasted, just enough to make me crazy for him.

“You’re sweeter than I deserve,” he said as he pulled back, his cock pressing against my aching pussy. “Now I’ll fuck you the way you don’t deserve.”

He pushed his fat cock inside me, and I cursed as my pussy stretched around him, taking him all. The barbs scratched and twisted, the most perfect kind of pain imaginable. But he had said it wasn’t going to be gentle or nice and he meant it. He had barely slammed into me the first time when he pulled back and thrust into me again. The barbs twisted against something inside me, making me want to explode, and his thrusts were hard and unforgiving. My arms shook as they tried to hold up against his onslaught, and I screamed as my head dropped to the ground, pleasure taking over my body. I was going to detonate right here, right now, with Ten’s vicious cock destroying me from the inside out.

My respite was short-lived, because Ten twisted his hand in my hair, forcing my face to the ceiling once more, his other hand gripping my hip. His cock never slowed, never showed any mercy.

“Eyes to the sky, deliciae,” he roared. “Look up and beg for salvation like all those people who burned did, waiting for someone who never came. Look up and be grateful you’re alive, while they all died in this same spot where I’m fucking your pussy raw.”

“Please, Ten,” I sobbed. I was so desperate for release, needy for everything he could give me. “Please, let me come.”

“Begbetter.”

“Please, Master! Oh, fuck,please! I’ll do whatever you want, please.”

I must have done the right thing, because Ten’s hand found its way to my swollen clit, his thumb swirling desperate circles around it. “Come, Rissa. Let me see how pretty you are when you’re worshiping my cock.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I came with a cry, cursing Ten’s name as I shattered around him. His barbs and ridges rode me through the aftershocks, extending each wave of my orgasm until I couldn’t see or think. All that was left was Ten. Ten holding me up with one strong arm. Ten thrusting inside me until he spilled his seed deep into my pussy. Ten lowering me onto the ground, lying next to me.

Was this real life? Or was this an alternate world, a reality I never pictured for myself. Maybe this was all a dream, or this beautiful fog I found myself in was nothing more than death. Because what I was feeling didn’t seem that far off from the peaceful quiet I imagined death to be. And all of it was thanks to Ten, breathing heavily next to me. Something had passed between us in the time we had arrived here, in this church that Ten held so close to his heart. Maybe there was more good in him than I first realized. Or maybe I knew it all along, and seeing it this close to the surface changed things.

He was broken, beautifully flawed. But he was also right. We couldn’t see how beautiful those cracks and imperfections were until we took a step back, and how could we do such a thing when we were tethered to our own earthly body? But here, seeing the art these people made out of their broken pieces, these stained-glass windows that lasted far longer than the creator ever had—wasn’t this what it was all about? All along we were just waiting for someone to show us how brightly we shone—really shone—and to be unapologetic for the darkness the light existed within.

Chapter14

Ten

Ifound myself sleeping in Rissa’s bed again after we visited the church. When she asked, I couldn’t say no. So again, I curled against her back, and listened to her breathing slowing down, steadying out into a soothing rhythm. I found myself drifting off, the easy way she slept next to me lulling me to close my eyes.

I couldn’t imagine what left her feeling comfortable enough to sleep so deeply beside me. I wasn’t safe. In fact, I was fairly certain I had brought her more danger than she had ever experienced before. Still she pressed her body against me, and her heartbeat slowed. I wondered what she dreamed about. If she was thinking about us, about what we had done in that church, or if she was dreaming of her freedom. Dreaming of fleeing, leaving me behind to return to the dust.

My chest tightened imagining Rissa escaping, attempting to find her way back home. Because I knew going home was no longer an option for her. She would be captured before she could find the gates of the Labyrinth, of this I was certain. Monsters never forgot a face, so when they caught her, they wouldn’t take as kindly to her…spirit.

But, she wasn’t theirs. She was mine. She was mine to break. Mine to corrupt. Mine. And I didn’t like to share.

Rissa shifted in her sleep, my shirt slipping up over one tanned thigh. She was so perfect. Flawless in every sense of the word. My hand found its way to her bare skin, trailing my fingers up her flesh. It looked wrong to see them together. My massive hand sliding along her tanned beauty. I could crush her bones without trying too hard, if I wanted. I could do a lot of things to her.

If I wanted.

But that was half the trouble. I wasn’t sure what I wanted anymore. I wanted Rissa. More than I had ever wanted anything before, even though we didn’t belong together. The beauty and the beast, unmatched in every way. It didn’t stop me from craving her. From desperately wanting to possess every part of her. I wanted to lock her away in a gilded cage where only I could look upon her, where I knew she’d be safe. She sighed, twisting in my arms.

My shirt swallowed her whole. I really needed to get her clothes of her own, things that would fit her. For a brief moment, I imagined her in a silk dress, the smooth fabric drifting over the curves of her body, emphasizing every place I wanted to rest my hands. The problem was procuring the clothes. I wasn’t exactly buying human women’s clothes on a daily basis. For me to head to the market, or one of the shops to get said clothing was bound to draw attention. Griffin’s warning echoed in the back of my mind. I needed to be cautious. I couldn’t trust anyone. Not with Rissa. It wasn’t safe for her.

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