Page 75 of Love to Defy You
A thrill weaves its way through my body until I’m violently shaking on Alek’s lap, my legs spread wide. It’s humiliating and erogenous all at once.
I throw my head back against Alek’s shoulder and cry out, “Please, I need you inside me, Alek!”
“You’ll take me in your mouth first.” He pushes me off his lap. “On your knees. Show everyone how much you love to suck my dick.”
I slide onto the floor between his legs in a crumpled, sweaty, messy heap. It hurts when my knees hit the hard, uneven cobblestone, but I push through the pain. Alek’s erection hangs heavy in front of my face, and I grab it at the base. He sucks in a sharp breath and fists my hair in his hand, knocking my laurel crown to the damp floor.
Without warning, he shoves me down onto him, and I gag when he hits the back of my throat. He holds my head still in his tight grip and fucks my face, rough and fast, as I choke on his length.
I glance up at him through watery eyes, but his focus isn’t on me. He’s staring at someone behind me, probably Enzo, with a wicked smirk as he plunders the chasm of my mouth.
“Your lips feel so good wrapped around my cock.” His voice rings clear for all to hear. “Like the gods themselves shaped your pretty little mouth just for me.”
My vision tunnels, and I’m not sure how much more I can take of his savage assault. But Alek knows my body perhaps even better than I do, and he yanks me off him when I reach my limit.
He stands abruptly from the bed, dragging me up by my arm before hurling me onto the mattress. “Get on all fours, ass in the air.”
It takes a moment to find my bearings after being tossed around like an inflatable sex doll, but I scramble to obey hiscommand. I cough and sway as I get into position, and the cool sheets are a soothing balm on my scratched knees.
My toga slipped down my shoulder at some point, and my right breast is hanging out. Alek crawls onto the bed behind me and lifts my skirt over my hips, exposing my ass, and he fists his erection to line it up at my wet pussy.
I lift my head to find Enzo sitting directly ahead of me, but he’s one of the few guys remaining who haven’t whipped their dicks out yet. He’s an island against a lewd chorus of groans and fists slapping against skin.
Why won’t he touch himself? Why is he resisting my allure and not giving in to his basic urges? I know he wants me, but I want to watch him get off while he watches me.
The moment Alek slams into me, Enzo’s lip curls.
My vision sears for a moment as I stretch around Alek’s throbbing length, and he digs his fingers into my hips to anchor himself. He moves with aggressive urgency, and with each rough thrust, his balls slap against my ass.
Enzo’s presence brings out the beast in Alek, and he fucks me in the most raw, vulgar way, driven to madness by a primitive need to stake his claim on me. He doesn’t just fuck me. He dominates me, using my body to show Enzo that he’s the alpha male in the room.
I come.Hard.
When I scream Alek’s name, it echoes against the vaulted ceiling. The orgasm hits me like a lightning strike, and I shudder beneath him as the most rapturous sensation consumes me. I fist the sheets as I writhe and cry out his name over and over like I’m calling out for God.
Alek drives into me and roars, pumping me full of his seed as he holds my hips against him to keep us joined.
Euphoria melts over me like candle wax, slow and scorching. My pounding heartbeat drowns out every other sound in the chamber, but the smell of sex hangs in the thick air.
When Alek slides out of me, I’m unable to hold myself up on shaky limbs any longer, and I collapse onto my stomach in a panting, dripping mess. As I come down off my high, the heat of my body cools, so I hug my legs to my chest to keep warm. Goosebumps rise on my arms as I shiver violently, and tears well in my eyes.
Why the hell am I crying? My deepest, darkest fantasy came to life, so I should be exhilarated or satisfied. I fucking loved what Alek and I just did, and I would do it again if I could, so why am I reacting this way?
I miss the fullness of being sheathed around Alek’s shaft, and all that’s left is emptiness. A sob wrenches from my throat.
Alek runs his hand over my back. “What’s wrong?”
I swallow the next sob down. “That was... intense.” Even my whisper echoes against the arched ceiling, and I’m sure our audience heard every word.
“Shit, you’re having a sub drop. Come here.” Alek gathers me into his arms and cradles my head to his chest. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He shoots Enzo a glare and raises his voice. “Are we done?”
I peek over my shoulder at Enzo, who appraises me with a sober expression. Is he disappointed in me? After all, I was supposed to be the perfect pythia, and here I am weeping like a child after my first test.
Enzo nods, framed by the backdrop of human skulls reaching from the altar to the ceiling. “The ritual is complete. You may go.”
Alek lifts me off the bed and carries me like a newborn. The hooded figures in the circle have tucked their cocks back into their cloaks, and the seductive fever pitch that held the room in achokehold has dissipated. They turn their heads slowly, tracking us as Alek breaks through the circle and carries me to the exit. I wrap my arms around his neck and burrow my face against his chest.
“You did so well,” Alek whispers into my hair. “You were exquisite,malishka.”
