Page 54 of Enemy of the State

I want that.I want him.

Raw adrenaline races inside my veins, my heart rate spiking at his words, jolting me to full consciousness. Desire surges through me, likely visible between my thighs, as my entire body tightens in anticipation.

He sweeps his fingers across my bleeding abdomen, making me inhale sharply at the pang, but the kiss of discomfort is overshadowed as he covers my cunt with my blood. My chest heaves as he repeats the process, dipping his fingers into the pools of blood in various places on my person before smearing it inside and out of me.

Lifting my head, I catch him tugging off his shirt that’s covered in the blood of the dead guards and discard it, leaving his tan chest bare, save for the silver dog tags resting against his flesh, glinting beneath the fluorescent light. His burly physique is nothing but cut ridges and hard planes with veins slithering across them. Ample muscles give credence to his solid strength, but he’s lean and lissome in a way that portrays an agility that matches his brawn.

His body is nothing short of incredible.

As he unfastens his belt, his abs tighten, bunching as he shoves his uniform trousers and boxer-briefs down past my eye line. He takes his impressive erection in his hand and strokes himself a few times, a bead of moisture glistening at the tip. I moan at the sight, my pussy fluttering. Just as I give in to the temptation to reach for him, he steps between my spread thighs, lining himself up with my entrance.

Craning my neck, I strain to watch as he slides himself up and down through the blood and copious wetness gathered between my legs.

“I told you I’d use my cock to coat your insides in your blood, but I will be the only one to make you bleed from now on. Do you understand?”

I whimper, bucking my hips, urging him to dip inside.

“I said,‘Do. You. Understand?’”

“Yes.”

“Say, ‘yes, Sean.’”

Sean.Every time this man reveals something new, another brick of the wall around my heart falls away.

“Yes, Sean,” I repeat, his name tasting like the most decadent dessert on my tongue. “Make me yours, Sean,” I demand, dying to taste his name again.

With our eyes locked, he slides inside, drawing a whimper from me at the glorious invasion. His thrusts are agonizingly slow and methodical, every ridge and vein of his cock caressing my inner walls. He maintains his languid pace, and it’s the sweetest form of torture I’ve endured. My eyes drift close, my fingers finding purchase on the lip of the table as he begins to stroke my clit in tandem.

It’s not long before his self-control snaps, and he begins to slam into me with faster and harder thrusts, just the way I like, the dog tags around his neck jingling with his movements. His cock findsthat euphoric place inside of me and assaults it with expert precision, my lashes tickling my cheeks as my eyelids flutter shut.

Just as his name flies from my lips, my eyes snap open, his expression dripping with power and possessiveness. I want to lap it up like it’s the nectar of the gods, and maybe it is—the nectar of someone who’s quickly becomingmygod, anyway.

When he removes his fingers from my clit, I whine at the loss, but cut myself off when he leans over my body, grasping me by the neck firmly with one hand and clenching the top of his mask with the other. Slamming back into me, he yanks his mask off, my gaze pinned on his face as I take in his masculine beauty. And damn, he’s nothing short of magnificent.

“Look at me, Lou. See who you belong to.”

And I fucking do.

His clean-shaven jawline is as sharp as the knife he used to pluck that guard’s eyes out. A faint, small scar runs diagonally between his left temple and the top of his cheekbone. His nose is long and strong, appearing to have been broken a few times, and his ash-brown stern eyebrows appear to be a shade or two lighter than his cropped hair. As someone who hasn’t kissed anyone in years, I surprise myself by suddenly dying to feel his enviable lips on mine. They beg to be kissed.

He tightens his grip on my windpipe subtly, an overt reminder of who holds the power here, though it’s not enough to choke me, as he continues to pound into me, his tags kissing my breasts. Relaxing into his grasp, my orgasm tingles on the horizon. I stare into his handsome face as we both chase the wave, my entire body coiling with the impending release.

Just as I’m about to topple into orgasmic bliss, I claim, “You’re mine, Sean.”

He growls a confirmation as I scream through my climax, my back arching, my fingers clawing at the table for purchase beforefinding Sean’s back, my nails digging into his skin as he follows me into ecstasy.I hope I scar him.

Sean

We stare at each other as our breathing regains its normal rhythm. Lou tentatively reaches up and drags a finger down the side of my face as a small smile touches her lips. I didn’t realize it until now, but I was nervous for her to see my face. I was shielding myself behind the sense of anonymity my mask provided. It felt unguarded for her to see the real me. Though, no more vulnerable than telling her my real name or claiming her as mine, I suppose.

Releasing her neck, I right myself, reluctantly sliding out of her, my cock coated in Louhi. As I stare down at the streaks of her blood still clinging to me, I smirk. Quickly, I redress myself from the waist down and slip into the storage room to grab a blanket.

When I get back, Lou has curled into the fetal position on the table and the sight makes me see red all over again.

I had been asleep when something woke me up. Unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong, I got dressed to make sure everything was locked down as it should be. I had just laced my boots when I heard the scream, immediately recognizing the sound as coming from Louhi. It wasn’t the kind of scream that made my dick hard or something I ever wanted to hear again. No, this scream wrapped itself around my heart like a damn boa constrictor, nearly squeezing the life out of me. It wasn’t the same scream she’s made for me. This scream was different: panicked, agonizing, a sound of surrender that had me racing toward the source at a dead sprint.

Even from down the dingy hallway, her presence radiated from the room she was held in like a torch cutting through the inky night.She lights up the dark; but much like a bonfire, if you get too close, you’ll burn to ashes.

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