Page 41 of Roque

“I need a shower. Join me?” He dared holding out a hand, all the while knowing I’d decline. So, I took the devil by his horns and turned the tables. I peeled my shirt off, kicked off my shoes and stripped. My skin was so pale it almost glowed.

“Fuck, Blue,” he hissed through clenched teeth as my tiny breast buds peaked in the moonlight under his lust-filled gaze. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”

I shivered under the heat of his gaze. All of me was willing to take my dark one as it was always meant to be.

His hand gripped mine as I walked closer, he shuddered as my hand landed on his chest and slid down his pecs and abs to boldly cup him between his legs. “Mine. No one else’s.”

“Making demands already?”

I nodded. “As much as you are going to take you must give to me.”

He studied me then dipped his head. “If you want every last piece of my damned, soul its yours.” With that promise, he swept me up in his arms and laid me down on the thick duvet. Caged in his embrace, his head lowered to tease my breast. The whole damn thing fit in his hot mouth. We groaned in unison as his tongue rolled my nipple.

I’ve never been touched like this before. Petted. Stroked.

Desire swept through me, thrusting my body into some kind of fever. Wetness grew between my legs, joining the heavy need for something more. I knew what it was. I needed him, filling me there, completing me.

He turned his attention to my other breast while his hand moved between my legs. “Baby Blue. So wet. So utterly mine,” His fingered delved through my soaked folds, found the tiny nub begging for his touch and pressed it hard. I yelp, hips rising off the bed as he circled it and circled it, plucked and rolled it before three fingers plunge deep, stretching my small channel.

His dark head was bent over me as his mouth sucked at my nipples, teeth scraping across them causing pain and pleasure. His fingers ed faster and faster. Fingers fucked me in a rhythm. I’m so close to falling. My body rose up and a deep flutter rolled like a wave deep inside my womb and moved until it ripped and roared, crashing over his hands.

He stopped playing with me and gripped me by the neck, choked the air I needed to breathe as I came. His knee moved, pressed down on my soaked core making it burn more as he pressed into my throat. “Come for me Blue, keep coming. This will make it more intense.”

I hovered, with no air, my body singing for him even as he stole my air. I came and came as my body fought so many dueling sensations.

Finally, almost on the verge of dying in ecstasy he released me.

I gasped deeply just as he freed his cock and stroked himself to the sight of my bruised neck and flushed breasts and soaked pussy.

“Fuck yeah, Blue. You are my queen,” he grunted, coming all over me. “All fucking mine,” he ground out collapsing on top of me and taking my mouth. He stole my air again, but it felt good, like I’d pleased my dark god—delighted him in a way only I could.

Because it’s true. Only I could bring him so much pleasure. I squirmed beneath him, grasped his lowering gaze, focusing on his work of art and brought his head back to mine before he noticed the flame he touched and caressed didn’t match the rest. I never dyed my pussy; never thought I’d give him so much of me.

What a mistake. I vow the first chance I get to wax it completely.

“Feeling shy? Did you like it? You came hard for me didn’t you Blue?” His ocean-like eyes searched mine. I nodded. “Good girl. The second you turn eighteen, there won’t be one place in you where you won’t feel my touch.”

I nodded dumbly. Wanting it all. Wanting him. I’m not Diana the strong warrior women. I’m a slave to him, I’m reduced to need and want. I only to please my dark lord.

He left me to shower and I laid, staring at the ceiling, still feeling incomplete. Burying my face in his pillow, I sobbed fat tears of shame. I’ll never avenge the Fiorelli’s or my dead family by being our enemy’s lover. But maybe it’s time I just live for the girl I am today. A girl who might be willing to let the past go if it meant having a chance to be loved. Even if it’s by the man who has the power to take everything away from me all over again.

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