Page 49 of Legacy

As if he read my thoughts, he pushed to the back of my throat and held still, making it so I could barely breathe. “If you want to come, move those fingers.”

Even through the tears clouding my vision, I was sure he saw I planned retribution.

He resumed his torture, powered into me, teeth clenched and neck strained as he watched his wet dick slide in and out of my mouth. Keeping my lips wrapped tight on his hard girth, I gazed right back up at him.

“Even if you want to kill me right now, I know how badly you want it like this, Avra.”

I tried to shake my head and deny his words, but it wasn’t possible, not with his movements restraining me or because we both knew the lie for a lie.

He grew harder and harder, and his movements went erratic. I braced for his orgasm, ready to swallow everything he gave me.

Except he pulled out, breathing in rugged pants and poising his angry hard cock in my face.

“Get the fuck off your knees.” He lifted me up and covered my mouth with his.

This wasn’t the wild, rough domination I expected but rather a slow exploration. My heart hammered in my chest.

What was he doing? This wasn’t him.

He jerked back, a glint entering his eyes, and the corners of his lips curved. He rubbed his thumb over my swollen lips.

“You’re the one who believes in actions and consequences. You sold yourself to me, thinking you could control me. Except you’re the one trapped. I own you. Your body, your desire, your soul, your heart, all belong to me.”

“Your imagination is getting away from you. No one owns me.” I shoved at his chest, failing in my attempt to escape his hold.

Instead, he pulled me closer, turning me, pressing my back against his chest, and whispered in my ear, “It’s acceptable to admit your plan didn’t work.”

“You know nothing of my plans.”

“That’s true. But I know the basics.” He walked me forward, pushing me against the table as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and forced me to bend until my face lay flush on the hardwood.

He slid his cock up and down the lips of my sex, then nudged my opening without pushing in. “We married to use each other.”

“That’s right,” I gasped and lifted my ass, hoping to get him to slide in the way I needed. “Nothing more.”

“Nothing more,” he repeated and slammed into me.

I screamed out Eli’s name as the pleasure-filled pain engulfed me. He gave me no chance to regain my breath, setting a relentless pace. The table jerked and shook with the force of his thrusts, and there wasn’t anything for me to do but take what he gave me.

I held on to the edge of the wood, loving the feel of him inside me. With each slide, the sensations grew, and my muscles quivered and contracted.

“Right now, you’re using me for my cock, and I’m doing the same for your cunt. Isn’t that right, Avra?”

“Stop talking and fuck me.”

He rolled his hips in a way that hit that spot deep inside me, making me buck and want more.

“More, Eli. More.”

He gave me what I wanted, but not enough to send me over. “This is only sex, am I right? An arrangement. Something equivalent to a business deal, nothing else.”

He pounded into me. His heavy breathing and grunts added to my arousal.

Why couldn’t he let this be just sex?

Making it anything else meant pain and hurt in the long run.

“I want an answer, Avra.” His fingers worked their way between me and the table.

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