Page 117 of House of Crimson Hearts
“You’re not allowed to let go,” she says.
My legs tremble both from the thrusting and from the adrenaline of being so high, having so far to fall.
“Fuck,” I cry as she drives into me from behind.
“Harder,” I plead.
She slams into me, driving the cock deeper and deeper. My vision whitens as I lose myself in the motion of her pumping into me.
She leans in and whispers next to my ear. “I’m going to bite you.”
I tense up, but before I can protest, she continues.
“I won’t draw blood I promise, but I need them to think I own you. So no fangs, okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
She leans back, a roar ripping from her chest, her fangs drop. Fuck, she better not, then she tips her head forward, her hair covering her face and she lowers to my trapezium, just far enough back, the crowd wouldn’t be able to see any blood if it were to drip from the wounds. Clever.
She sinks her mouth over my skin and the crowd beneath us explodes in a roar of cheering. Her teeth nip me, but it’s gentle and her tongue swipes over the spot, caressing the skin immediately after.
No blood.
No bond.
She pulls off my back and continues thrusting into me. I reach down, slipping my fingers over my clit to rub yet more pleasure into me.
But she notices and growls, “No.”
She pulls the cock out of me and spins me around so my back is against the railing. She kicks my feet out wide and drops to her knees, plunging her mouth over my cunt, his time owning me in a whole other way. She laps at my pussy and replaces the cock with two fingers, curling them up and into me, finding that spot that has me screaming out her name for the entire club to hear.
I buck against her mouth, she licks long, luxurious sweeps over my pussy. She focuses her mouth on my clit, her fingers thrusting hard. The tingles build and build, pleasure washing through not just my body but my mind, knowing everyone is going to watch me come apart. Watch her make me come apart.
I realise the music stopped at some point, there’s only my moaning her name and the hushed whispers of the people below us.
And that thought, along with her tongue flicking faster and faster against me, tips me over and I cry out as a blinding orgasm rips through me.
And through the bliss of the post-orgasm rush, and the continued whispers of the crowd, I realise Octavia was right, maybe sex is the best form of thinking.
“I know where the riddle is leading us,” I say as my exhausted but thoroughly satiated body drops into Octavia’s arms.
Chapter29
RED
I’m out of her arms, running down the platform back into her office and picking up my clothes. I scramble to get them on, hopping on one foot, when Octavia, still very naked, strolls back into her office.
“What’s going on?”
“The riddle, I was thinking about it, and I know what it’s saying.”
“And?”
I pick up the scraps of paper she cut up. “Think about the words: Seek the spire, where secrets seep, Where echoes whisper, and secrets keep.”
She looks at me blankly, so I wave a different scrap at her. “Stony guardian, with eyes of night, He guards the passage, veiled from sight.”
She continues staring at me, but the faintest hint of confusion sweeps across her brow.
