Page 36 of Tainted Love
“You like a bit of pain with your pleasure, Duchess?” he growls, moving over to bite down on my other bud.
“Oh … yes …” I cry. My legs are shaking, barely holding my body up. “But we shouldn’t be doing this.”
He grins against my skin and his free hand drifts down to hook under my hip. “It’s too late for that. I need to be inside you.”
“Please,” I whimper, grinding against him.
He releases my nipple with a pop. “Birth control?” he murmurs, lining up his hard cock with my entrance.
“Mm, yes.” I sound so desperate, but I don’t care. I’m about to combust if he doesn’t fill me soon. “And I’m clean, Hunter and I always used protection.”
Something flashes in his eyes at the mention of Hunter’s name, but before I can process it, his teeth bite down hard on my throat.
“Good, I’m clean, too. I don’t want any barrier between us.” Elias lifts me easily, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the thick head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
He devours my mouth as he pushes into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. It’s intense, as he’s so fucking big. I don’t know if I can take it.
“Oh, god,” I cry out as he bottoms out. Initially, the pain takes my breath away, but as I adjust to his size, all I can think about is how deep inside I can feel him.
“Not god, Duchess. Say my name,” he grunts as he restshis forehead against mine. His eyes are focussed on where we’re joined as he pulls out and thrusts back into me again and again.
“Fuck, Elias … Don’t stop … Please, don’t stop.”
“You’re taking my cock so well in your tight little cunt, aren’t you, Bea?”
His filthy words combined with the way my name rolls off his wicked tongue have my pussy clenching around him. “Yes. Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Elias keeps up a steady cadence, and he licks into my mouth as his hips piston into my cunt. With each thrust, I forget all about why we shouldn’t be doing this. I’m fucking my stepbrother. It is so wrong, but it feels too good to stop. My body is a live wire, and it doesn’t take long before I’m coming apart in his arms.
He snakes one of his hands up around my neck, and his fingers caress my pulse point as he chases his own release. The heat and desire in his heavy gaze as he fills me has my heart constricting and my breath catching in my lungs. What are we doing? There’s no coming back from this.
Elias breathes heavily as he lowers me to my shaky feet before he leans his forehead against mine. He stares down at my pussy as he pulls out slowly, watching in rapture as his cum slides down my thighs. He bites down on his bottom lip, his hand around my throat tightens a little as he uses the other one to push his cum back inside my throbbing cunt. Should I be scared of how ruthless he is with my body? Because all I feel is turned on.
“You belong to me now, Duchess,” he says in a deep rumble as his fingers push deep inside me causing me to clench around them.
I moan. “Elias?—”
His lips crash down on mine, assaulting my mouth as his fingers pick up their pace, bringing me to the edge of pleasureyet again. I cling to him, unable to do anything other than ride this euphoria out. As my orgasm crashes over me, my legs give way from the intensity, but Elias is there to hold me up.
“You’re so fucking perfect when you come for me,” he murmurs, running his tongue over the sensitive skin below my ear. I can do nothing but whimper—my body spent. “Let’s clean you up.”
My eyes drift closed as he takes my loofah and runs it over my body. He’s using his bodywash and I love smelling of him. Every swipe of the rough cloth across my body sends a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over me.
After rinsing me off, Elias shuts off the water and reaches out to grab a towel. Wrapping it around my body, he surprises me when he sweeps me up bridal style into his arms.
“What are you doing?” I murmur sleepily, nestling into his hold. My head rests against his broad shoulders as he carries me into my bedroom.
He presses his lips to my temple, and right before I drift off to sleep, I swear I hear him whisper, “Taking care of what’s mine.”
Chapter 22
Elias
THE RELENTLESS BUZZING of my phone pulls me from my nightmare where I am staring down at Bea’s broken, lifeless body. When I finally force my eyes open, I’m covered in a thick sheen of sweat, and relief washes over me when I see the steady rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps soundly beside me. I drag a heavy hand down my face and wonder how I ended up here.
Last night was the first time I’ve had sex since I lost my virginity to Jas that night six years ago. I’m no saint. I’ve shoved my cock down countless girls’ throats. Fucking their mouths to the point of choking them is my own sick way of regaining power over what happened to me in that foster home. But up until last night, I wasn’t interested in sex with anyone else.
My grief at Jas’s death after I gave myself to her completely damn near pulled me into the abyss, and only a handful of people even know she’s gone.
