Page 35 of UnWholly Angels
He leaned forward, and I shuddered when his hot breath fanned against my neck. “You’re such a dirty woman, Freckles, melting under me like this.”It’s true.My tits swayed underneathme each time my body rocked, and I found my hand moving toward my clit when he grabbed my wrist and shoved it away.
I whimpered. I needed the release. “Tell me what you need,” he whispered, sinking deeper, my moan cutting through the words I needed to say. “Do you need to come?”
In the bliss of the moment, I couldn’t hear the question; I just kept pushing back, my cries getting louder and coming more frequently as I reached my peak.
“Go ahead, tonight you get a free pass. Going forward, you beg when I say beg. You come when I want you to, and I’ll know if you try, believe me. You want me toshow you?I’ll show you,” he said dangerously low.
Blood pumped through my ears, and white flashes crossed my vision as I spasmed around Riley’s cock. “Christ, Maya, you’re squirting,” he pointed out excitedly.
“I…what?” I asked breathlessly.
Despite my growing tiredness, Riley picked me up effortlessly and turned me around on my back to face him. Even in the cold, the sweat beaded down his forehead and dripped onto my chest. His abdomen glistened with my arousal, and I couldn’t pull myself to look away from his mischievous stare as he gripped the flesh of my thigh to hike it up his waist. Instinctively, I hooked onto him, using his waist as an anchor.
“Give me one more, Maya.”
“Choke me,” I demanded. Although he hesitated, I didn’t want him to. In an attempt to pull King from the shadows, I took control, taking the hand that wasn’t currently digging into the flesh of my ass and placing it around my throat, his cold fingers twitching against the base of my neck. “You won’t hurt me. Please, King."
“Keep begging, don’t you stop.”
I watched the darkness intensify in his hungry eyes as he begged for a much needed release in his own way. We stayedthere, heavy breaths leaving us both as I raked my hands up and down his chest, tracing the outline of his tattoo. In truth, I was freezing and felt like my ass would freeze to the roof if we stayed out here any longer, but I wasn’t running away from this high we were chasing. Not for anything.
“Choke me, King. Punish me.”
Riley swallowed, taking my breath away as his hand clamped down over my throat. My body felt the lack of oxygen soon after, and he took the chance to grip my ass and pull me flush against him. My dripping pussy allowed his dick to practically slide into my shaking body. The mixture of relentless pounding and breath play had me writhing under him in minutes, and my vision swam, little squiggles dotting my vision as my lungs screamed for air.
My fingernails found their way to his back, raking down the rigid muscles. A groan of pain left Riley’s lips, and I’d only realized he was bleeding after I felt a slight amount of liquid wet the pads of my fingers. I wanted to do it again. I looked to him for permission while his grip loosened, allowing me one single breath before stealing it again.
“Make me bleed, Freckles. You don’t breathe until I feel pain.”
My eyes begged, pleading with him. I never meant to hurt him, but the dominant look he stared me down with was intimidating, and I wanted to be good for him. With a newfound determination, I wrapped both legs around him tightly, trapping our bodies together and dragged my nails down his back as hard as I could.
Each thrust brought me higher until I had no choice but to let the waves crash over me, and an extra rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins as a breath of fresh air filled my lungs.
Riley fell forward, catching himself on one arm and burying himself to the hilt to find his own release. I could feel the jerk of his dick as he coated my insides and lowered his forehead to reston mine. His eyes were closed, concentrated as he worked hard to catch his breath.
A long, drawn-out moan left him with the last breath, and he whispered, “I really tried.”
His thumb brushed against my chin, then across my cheek, but I stayed quiet, mostly because I was still trying to find my own. I silently begged for him to finish because who knows when I would get Riley this vulnerable again.
My hand rested on the back of his head, playing lazily with his hair. I probably looked like a mess myself, but I didn’t feel it. I felt refreshed.
“I tried not to fall in love with you again. I’m terrified one of us isn’t going to come out of this alive,” he said shakily.
My breath hitched, trapped within my vocal cords at his confession, and I only held him tighter. Trailing my fingers along his jawline, the stubble scratched along the pads of my fingers as I thought of the perfect words to say.
“Why don’t we get out of the cold, make some hot chocolate, then talk about it,” I whispered.
I could feel the small twitch of a smile against my sternum as he turned to me.
“I’d really like that, actually.”
Chapter Fourteen
Maya
Two weeks later…
Running my hand over the man’s bottom lip, I took some of the saliva that had collected around the gag that spilled over his face, watching with a mischievous smile. Leaning down, I gathered some more of the saliva, running it all over his face with a cackle, making sure to smear it in nice and well. He was truly a masterpiece, if I could say so myself. Dressed in a straitjacket and hung upside down from the ceiling of Riley’s cellar, the thick chain cutting into his skin each time he thrashed around his restraints.
