Page 139 of Architecti
My undoing.
And I can’t seem to walk away.My feet lead me towards my demise.My heart trembles but my body holds firm in the face of the passion oozing from her every pore, every clenching and unclenching of her fists.
She makes me feel wanted, and yet there’s an ache in the back of my throat that reminds me we’re doomed.
This is where she seems so young, so innocent.She can’t see that love isn’t enough.No matter how much we might yearn for each other, we won’t make it through this.
“Tell me you see it?”she says, fury coiling in her expression.“Answer me, dammit.”
She’s shouting.I know better, though.And I want to save her from this pain, but I am as fallible as she is.I’m inches from her now.Heat swirls between us, barbed and serrated it hooks beneath my ribs and draws me closer, closer.
“Say something…” She’s pleading now, and I know what she needs.
Words aren’t going to help because I can’t tell her what she wants.Not without sacrificing myself.I’ve come too far, I’m too close to being free of my father to lose it all now.
But I can give her my body.
My fingers find my shirt buttons and slowly undo them.I take the shirt off and drop it in front of her.My trousers follow.Until I’m stood in my underwear.I unclasp my bra, my nipples already erect by the time it falls to the floor.
She swallows as she holds my gaze, her eyes never dropping from mine, even though her breathing increases.
Maybe it’s wrong, toxic even.But I don’t know what else I can give her.What I can do is surrender my body to her.I just have to keep hold of my heart.But is it enough?
I slip my hands against my hips and drag my underwear down my thighs and step out of them.
I am utterly naked.She is still fully clothed, unmoving.A fact that makes excitement pool between my legs.Wondering what she will do with me, how she might punish me even though I’m giving myself as fully as I can to her.
I lower myself into the Nadu position.Sat on my calves, my hands open, palms rest on my thighs.My head lowered.
“Use me,” I whisper.“Take your frustration out on me.Hurt me, Midnight.Hurt me the way I’m hurting you.”
She inhales a sharp breath.“Fuck.”The rigidity in her face loosens a fraction.I’m winning, getting through to her, easing the pain in the only way I’m capable of.
Shucking her jacket off, she throws it on the armchair.She cracks her neck, darkness swims in her eyes and it makes gooseflesh spill down my spine.
Tonight will be rough, exactly the way I like it.
Midnight moves to the dining room table and swipes everything off it in one movement with her arm.
“Who’s your Daddy, Lucy?”She’s furious and it makes my entire body electric.My skin breaks out in a cool sweat, my nipples form hard buds.One touch and I’ll melt.
“You are,” I breathe.
She nods, satisfied.
“Get on the table.”
I stand up and make my way to the edge and hop up.
“Open,” she says in a rumble coming from her chest.“Wider, Lucy.”She says my name sing-song, as if she’s exhausted by me and I’m an inconvenience.I see the game she’s playing, the role she’s taking on.
“Don’t fuck about with me tonight,” she says, her tone low and heady.
I suck my bottom lip in and push my knees as wide as I can, putting my pussy on display for her.Her lips twitch as she rakes her hand through her hair.I’m getting to her.
“Who do you belong to?”she says.
“You, Daddy,” I say, and I swear my pussy must be glistening by now.
