Page 7 of The Demons We Hide

I'm not just mad at them, but at myself. Iwantedto trust them, to rely on them. Being alone is far harder than I ever thought it would be, and I'm exhausted by the tension that's wrapped its snake-like chain around me. I’m slowly being suffocated by the prejudice this town has against me because of my family. Even if I’m not the one who lit the match to flame their hatred of anyone with the last name Donovan, that doesn’t mean I’m going to sit here and let the fire consume me to appease them.

Lex pulls away and his hands completely disappear from my body for an instant. Cool air washes over my naked skin, making me all too aware of just how bare and vulnerable I am. Lex is into bondage.

Why am I not surprised?

There’s something fitting about the fact that he gets off putting his partner into restraints. I wonder what he’d look like in them himself.

When Lex returns a moment later, I half expect to hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and feel his cock at my entrance. It's what Bran would do—fuck me, get his release, and then get off. Even before him, it's what all of my other boyfriends did. This is already far more than they would've done just for a little sex.

Lex is a freak and I like it.

The act of him tying me to his bed and making me wait for it actually makes me feel like he wants something other than just a quick release. It makes me feel like he wants something more—my pleasure and maybe even my pain. Or maybe … he just wants me—and if that isn’t the most addictive kind of aphrodisiac then I don’t know what is.

Keep your eyes on the prize, bitch,my inner voice snaps.You’re not supposed to give a shit if he wants you or not. You’re supposed to fuck him and then use him to fuck the rest of them up.

The crinkle of plastic has me tensing, but instead of the hot hard length of a dick against my core, I feel Lex sidle up against my side. Turning my head, I gasp as Lex, newly naked and hard as a rock brings his head down to mine. His cock presses against my side as he grips my chin and tilts my lips up to meet his.

He tastes sweet, like sugar and cocoa. A moment later, when he presses his tongue inside my mouth, I realize why. A small piece of chocolate moves from between his lips, pushed along by his insistent tongue.

My eyes open to find the dual gray irises of his gaze boring into me. Between our mutual body heat, the candy has already begun to melt. He doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, Lex takes the slowly softening chocolate and pushes it towards the back of my mouth and I swallow.

My breasts rise and fall as he continues to kiss me even long after it’s gone. He sucks the remaining chocolate from my tongue and licks at my lips with long, slow passes. By the time he releases me from the kiss, I’m breathless and gasping for air. My head seems a bit foggy and my senses are all soft and relaxed.

My insides are rioting for something to relieve the ache between my thighs. I shift around on top of the bed and groan. Lex disappears from view, but I feel the heat of his skin pressed to mine as he rises behind me.

There’s another crinkle of plastic, but I don’t bother to tense this time. Hands grip my hips and I arch back. My head feels full of sensation, the heat of him pressed into me combined with the prickling need swamping my veins erasing my inhibitions. All I want is him. Inside me. All over me.

Something hard and sticky presses between the lips of my cunt. I gasp and lurch forward only to be stopped as Lex presses it further into me.

“What—ohfuck!” A moan ends my words and I collapse my chest against the bed and headboard as Lex ducks behind me and spears his tongue into my core.

All thought flees my head as Lex dives into my pussy like a starving man. I don’t even ask if he just did what I think he did—if he put another chocolate into my pussy only to start eating it out of me. Something tells me that these aren’t just candy.

My insides clench and release as he eats at my cunt, digging his tongue deeper into me as if he’s trying to suck my soul clean out of my body. I cry out, rocking back against his face, and he makes a noise that sounds like a cross between his own moan and a growl. Deeper and deeper, he licks and sucks. When he manages to move down further to nip at my clit, both of his hands cupped under my ass to lift it up, I nearly explode.

“Please!” I beg. “Please.”

Lex pulls his devious mouth from my core, and I shudder as the waves of my impending climax freeze and hold me suspended for a single moment. A scream of denial locks in my throat as I jerk upward and shove my hips back in a silent plea. Still, the release slowly begins to fade. As it does, I feel a whimper work its way up my throat. I was so fucking close and he just… stopped?

“Do you want my cock, baby?”

I close my eyes at Lex’s question as his hands find my hips once more. I want my house back. I want my life back. I want… the clock to turn back, and I want to forget the Scorpion Kings ever became a pillar of my life. Instead of saying all that, though, I merely give him what he wants. What my body wants.

“Yes,” I say, panting and sweating. My pussy clenches and I no longer feel the strange sticky object inside it. If I had to guess, it’s no doubt dripping down the back of Lex’s throat with all its chocolaty goodness. I bend my upper half back towards the bed. “I want it.” I want to forget.

His hands cup me almost reverently, squeezing the flesh of my ass and smoothing over the place he’d slapped. It hadn’t necessarily hurt so much as it’d been a surprise. I shift again, my hips swaying as I contemplate the idea that he might do it again. Would I like it more the second time around?

“How do you want me?” Lex asks.

A low growl threatens to erupt from my throat. What is it about these guys? Why the hell can’t he just fuck me? My pussy is being offered to him on a silver platter, and he wants to ask me questions. Dumb. Stupid. Irritating.Man.

“I don’t fucking care, just fuck me,” I demand, unable to stop the spiteful tone of my voice.

The low chuckle that comes from him sets my teeth on edge as much as it makes goose flesh rise along my spine. He cups my ass and spreads my cheeks, his finger finding its way back to my asshole. My breath seizes in my chest.

“You don’t care how I fuck you?” he persists, amusement lacing his tone. God, I want to punch the shit out of him.

This time, I let the growl free. “Don’t play with me,” I snap.

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