Page 14 of Kings of Lust
He could no longer resist me, and that got him to take his rightful place between my thighs again, leaning, inches away from my face.
‘Take it out,’ I begged, eager to get rid of the torture and gain some sort of relief.
Finally, he listened, and after prowling over my extremely delicate skin, he took the egg-shaped gadget out, replacing it withhim. He didn’t move, not before freeing my wrists. It was as if he was coming back to reality, changing his attitude 180 degrees.
Not sure why, probably from the constant tremor, but he seemed bigger than before. And even though, he was moving impossibly slowly, I felt myself tightening around him with only just a few thrusts. It was like he was finishing off a dying victim, move by move, letting a hand slide on the length of my hip, while I had managed to totally wrap myself around him.
I was holding on to him so tightly that one could say I might never let go, breaking the walls that his anger built and replacing them with the sensation ofme. I purred and screamed, making my lips form a perfect O, as his own lips fell on mine to soothe every cry with a kiss. Honestly, I was somehow ashamed as I realized that I could barely breathe, trembling and fighting back waves of ecstasy, trying to prolong the moment, as I didn’t seem to have any effect on him.
Propping against the mattress, I was arching my hips in suave rhythms, letting our bodies slide, hoping to find some element that could bring him closer to his release. But it wasn’t that. It wasn’t about the moment or our movements. It was about his conscience, realizing that he was wrong. ‘I’m sorry,’ he kissed the words into me, sending them to reach the deepest corner of my mind.
I knew he was sorry, but I also knew that there was nothing stopping him from repeating the mistake. I had no choice anyway, just learn to live with evil. Kissit. Embraceit. Allowhimto bring me to ecstasy.
I could feel he was suffering and maybe I was more fucked-up even than him because I wanted to take his pain away. So I kissed him back.
Not in the same way that I’d done a hundred times before that night, but fiercely, passionately, gripping onto a small piece of his shattered heart.
‘I’m sorry,’ he choked the words out again, running his fingers to the base of my hair as his moves reached a certain deepness, turning the pleasure to something almost impossible to bear.
‘I know you are,’ I whined, almost trying to get away from beneath him, heaving a long growl out of his lungs as he claimed me into a union of our lips so fierce that our teeth gnashed on impact. With heaved breaths he found his relief, holding on to me so tightly that I thought I was about to break by his hands.
As I was still trembling from the thrill of the moment, I felt him slip somewhere down on my chest, stooping his head to rest against my breasts. ‘I don’t want to lose you.’ Words that he spoke out of a damaged soul, clinging onto the same piece of sanity that he had just tried to destroy earlier.
I didn’t answer, and it seemed that silence was becoming a habit for me. I just couldn’t do it. Not this time, when any response could have been a lie.
I didn’t know what the future had in store for us, and I didn’t know if I would be able to resist another night where his madness fought the fractured decent parts that drifted away within him.
Alongside him, I could only live in the moment, taking one day at a time, praying that the second that his madness would become unbearable wouldn’t ever come.
I wanted to hate him and I wanted to love him, but Brax’s words kept spinning through my mind.People don’t love monsters. They fear them -and I was beginning to wonder if what he said was more likely to refer to him, or toFerris?
Chapter 4
Iwish I could say that I slept until the morning, but that was hardly the case. I tossed and turned, without actually being able to move very much as Ferris didn’t flinch an inch from the spot he found against my chest.
He was so peaceful, so angelic. And yet, so demonic when the darkness reached out and grabbed hold of him, constantly being tortured by feelings I couldn’t comprehend.
The dawn came, this time finding him sleeping, bathed in my kisses as I was trying to gradually escape from his grip. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to remain there any longer, but I needed to see Nat and Seb before I left for the Academy. Besides, I had an ulterior reason for needing to go by my place before I could leave for classes. My clothes were torn, remaining shredded on the sheets beneath Ferris.
I slipped off the bed, only to catch a glimpse in the mirror of my fully naked image.
My mind refused to remember the moment my dress fell ripped from my body, leaving it on the bed along with the pain the memories raised. I needed to do so in order to carry on, and most importantly, I needed to do so in order to maintain a small shadow of the illusion I created around him.
Biting on my lower lip, I found the way to his dressing room, and without a second thought,borroweda pair of jeans. They were so long that I needed to fold the legs over my ankles several times, but that did the trick. I also found a shirt that I had to tie into a not so that it wouldn’t stretch to my knees. If you didn’t look carefully, you could think it was just aboyfriendoutfit. That was exactly how it seemed. Like I had just stolen my boyfriend’s clothes. Though the thing was, he wasn’t my boyfriend. As a matter of fact, I had no idea what he really was to me.
With my astonishing luck, I met the babysitter just as I was walking through my apartment door, and by the look on her face, she noticed immediately that I was wearing a different outfit from the one I was dressed in last night. Most probably, the one of her employer. It wasn’t like I wasn’t getting used to the embarrassment anyway. Without too much groveling over the subject, I changed and went to give both Nat and Seb a kiss before I left for the EMA.
New day, new life, and indeed it was just that, no matter how much I was trying to avoid it.
I made my way through the Academy’s back door that had been indirectly assigned to me ever since I set foot in the facility, yet strangely this time, it was no longer where I belonged.
The students that didn’t even seem to know who I was before, were now looking at me as if I was some kind of intruder while some girls belonging to the Elite were frenetically waving at me from the other end of the hallway.
Cole’s end of the hallway.
Myend of the hallway.
I had to go and greet them, although I would have given anything to be spared the false pleasantries. Things were as simple as day and night. I didn’t want to be there, and they certainly didn’t want me there either. Still, I had a title on my hands along with an invisible crown laying on my head. I was their new queen and whether I liked it not, I had to act on it.
