Page 80 of Cruel Master
His face is pure satisfaction as he looks up at me. “Since you asked so nicely.”
He buries his face in my pussy.
Fuck, the man knows what he’s doing. He grips my thighs hard, forcing them open so wide it hurts, as he eats me like I’m his last meal. He fucks me with his tongue as savagely as he does with his cock, thrusting in and out as I pant and squirm.
Oh. God. Yes.
It only takes seconds for my climax to build, a red-hot ember in my lower belly flaring to life. My head falls back, and I close my eyes, lost to the growing heat. He shifts his focus higher, curling his tongue around my clit in a way that draws a squeal from my lips.
It’s so good I can hardly breathe. Sweat coats my skin, and my vision blacks out, the dull ceiling disappearing as an orgasm rips through me. I’m shaking, my whole body on fire as he milks every last bit of pleasure from me. I moan as it ebbs, my body going loose and languid. I’m a puddle, and I need a few minutes to pull myself back together into human form. I just—
He yanks me off the chair, onto the floor.
I’m still dopey, and it’s only when he shoves my legs up to my ears that I realize what’s happening. Oh. Oh, wow. Right here, on his office floor.
His cock spears me. Not my ass this time. It’s finally my pussy, and I groan as he slams his lips into mine in a savage kiss.
Jesus.
I can taste myself on his lips, and he kisses me with the same rough passion he ate my pussy with. It’s the sort of kiss that leaves your lips puffy and sore. I kiss him back just as fiercely and tangle my hands in his hair. It feels good to have my hands free for once. To be able to touch him back.
The angle of my legs has me glad I’ve kept up my stretching routine in my cell, and his cock hits deep. So deep it makes metwitch and yelp into his mouth with every thrust. I grip his hair tight as he pounds into me, and I swear he fucking growls.
Who is this man? Not cold, calculating Saldar. Not sweet, cautious Hadrian. Not even the version of himself he’s been showing me since he revealed himself. He’s something else, and I feel like I’m seeing him for the first time.
My jaw aches from the rough kiss, and my thighs scream from the angle, but I lose myself in the moment. It’s wild and raw, and his words really sink in as he buries himself in me again and again.
I’m his. I belong to him.
Right now, it’s true.
His breath grows ragged, and he speeds up, each thrust harder than the last. Holy shit. He’s going to pound me into the floor. All they’ll find is a crater.
When he comes, his body stiffens. He pulls away from my lips with a long groan, and I feel him shoot himself deep into me.
I sigh as he lets go of my thighs and pulls himself free. We cling together, panting, for a while until he pulls me into a cuddle.
We lie on his office floor, as natural as if we’re just a normal couple. I tug down my dress. “Do you think we gave anyone outside a show?”
He raises himself up on an elbow and smirks at me. “One-way glass.”
His hair always used to sit in a floppy mess, but in his new life, he keeps it neat, held in place with gel. I’ve messed it up with my hands, though, and he looks so much like the old Hadrian that it hurts. I start to sort through my feelings, then give up. I have too much to process, and he just fucked all the sense out of me. It can wait until later.
I’m as relaxed as I’ve been since I woke up in Saldar’s dungeon for the first time, and I’m just starting to let myself enjoy it whenmy eyes land on the computer monitor, still frozen on Quinn and the entity we’re calling Candice. My double.
It’s still creepy, but a little less so after Hadrian’s explanation. Curiosity overcomes my blissed-out state, and I ask, “When you say sentient, what do you mean?”
Hadrian sighs. “Back to questions so soon?”
“Can you blame me?”
He sits up, straightens his hair, then gets to his feet. He offers me his hand, and I follow him up. My thighs are slick. When we leave here, will anyone notice? They probably won’t care.
He gestures to the office chair, and I sit as he pulls one over for himself. “When I say sentient, I mean it. Truly sentient. Alive by any measure I can think of, besides the physical. She has emotions. She built a friendship with Quinn on a deep level. She has aspirations for her future and sees herself as a living being.”
He pauses before adding. “When you arrived, she decided she wanted to change her appearance and was in the process of doing so. She seemed to be almost…regressing in age. Moving away from the way I’d programmed her and finding her true self.”
As he talks, he becomes more animated with every word. It makes me want to smile, even though the subject matter is exactly what drove us apart in the first place. Hadrian never craved a Nobel prize or articles in prestigious magazines. It was the work itself that brought him joy. He hasn’t changed in that respect.
