Page 19 of Little Death
I do without protest, and then I groan, pulling away. “God, why are you doing this?”
“Hmm, I like that, too. Keep saying it.”
“Why? Because you like to pretend you’re God?”
“No, because for as long as you’re in my bed, I’ll be the only man you worship. Now say it again like a good little slut.”
“Don’t call me that,” I whimper as his thumb tips up my chin so he can nip at my throat.
“What? Slut?” He pushes in another inch. “Is that not what you are for me when you’re not being a brat?”
“No!” I nearly growl. I try to think, but he’s so big, all I can think about is how good it feels. Fuck. It shouldn’t feel this good. I’ll never be able to have sex again without thinking back to this moment. Comparing whomever I’m with to him. He’s ruined me. “I-I’m not… Fuck, would you please?—”
“Would I please what?” He shifts his weight to his knees so he can sit up to see all of me. My thighs wrap around his hips, trying to draw him deeper inside me, but of course, I’m no match for him. He barely even budges.
With the gun gripped loosely in his left hand, he lets the weight of the barrel drag along my stomach, then I freeze as it traces around my clit. His free hand holds my hip still so I can’t move away from the stimulation of the cold metal against my steaming skin. My cunt flutters around his cock, greedy for more of him and inexplicably turned on by the threat, by his filthy words, and by his rock-solid self-control. If I weren’t so desperate for him to move, to make me come again, I’d push him to the edge like I’d done with my mouth, but he’s dictating what happens now, and I’m powerless to stop him.
The gun traces around where we’re connected, and I’ve basically given up breathing. I could die like this, and I don’t think one woman who gets to experience his cock would blame me. All I want is to draw him in deeper, feel him inside me, filling me with his overwhelming presence, but he seems content to take his time memorizing every part of my body. It’s like he’s cataloging every part of me in a mental file. He doesn’t want to miss the slightest change in what he can see of my face.
“Is that turning you on?” I ask to keep myself from begging for more.
“What?”
“The gun. Is it because you like that you scare me, too?”
Aiden studies the space between my legs as he rubs the barrel over my clit, watching me jerk in response. My whole body is on fire, screaming, but he’s patient. Nothing like the man who’d practically whimpered when I had him in my mouth.
I don’t expect him to answer, but he places the gun on the bed beside us. He shoves another inch inside me, and I make a strangled sound in the back of my throat. I’ve never felt so consumed by another person. So seen. But the most twisted part of it all is that I’m starting to see him, too.
Starting to see that he’s pushing me, not because he wants to frighten me away, but it almost feels like he doesn’t think I can take it. And goddammit, of course I need to prove him wrong. I’m not even sure it’s a test I want to pass, but my pride won’t let me back down from any of his challenges. The reward will either be the best thing I’ve ever experienced… or the worst.
“I do it to remind you why you should run far, far away from me.” He slides in another inch. Fuck. Why are there so many fucking inches? I never thought I’d curse a big dick, but here we are. “And if I only have one night with you, then I’m going to keep you right where you are for as long as I can.”
Rhythmic contractions pull him the smallest bit deeper, caused only by his admission—not that I’d ever admit that to anyone. I try to breathe through them, try to relax around the impossible invasion, but the more I attempt to slow my response, the more it veers wildly out of my control.
“Fuck, sweetheart, I’m barely inside you.”
But not even his harsh whisper can stop the sweet, biting orgasm from rolling up through my belly, twisting sinuously through my muscles, and wringing me out until I’m pliant and permissive beneath him.
“That’s right,” he’s saying when the ringing in my ears subsides. “That’s it. Such a good little slut for me. I want you to admit it. Tell me you are, and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”
“W-what?”
Aiden shoves himself inside me, one thick, delicious inch at a time, and even though I’m as wet as I can possibly be, it’s still a struggle to take him. Pleasure and pain and fear and desire all intertwine until I can’t tell them apart.
What is this man doing to me?
He’s rocking now, shallow little thrusts that only give me a taste of what it could mean to have him fully sheathed inside me. Ruined. “Why? What? Why do you care?” He hits a spot that has me gasping. “Oh my God, Aiden, please.”
“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m your god, and you’re my dirty little slut. Isn’t that right?” He gives me one long thrust, and my back arches to make him fit, not that there’s any way that’s possible. Magicians must have crafted his piercing because it’s unbelievably good. Mind-bending.
He presses his mouth against my throat, tasting my whimpers with another grunt. I roll my hips against him, aching to be closer, to have him all the way inside, but he’s still resistant to my urging. Unwilling to go at my pace. Infuriatingly patient.
“I could force you to tell me, but you’re going to give me what I want, aren’t you? Like you were made for me. Now tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll give that greedy pussy exactly what it deserves.” Harsh words whispered into the shell of my ear send bolts of pleasure chasing down my spine, short-circuiting what’s left of my resistance.
Angling my head so my jaw rubs against his, I breathe out, “I’m yours. I’m your dirty little slut, Aiden. I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours.”
The last is said into his mouth as his lips fuse with mine. It’s simple, sweeter than any of the depravity we’ve indulged in over the past several hours, but it’s his kiss that devastates me more than anything else. It starts gently, even a little tentative, a contradiction to the brutal man I’ve come to know. The barest brushing of lips. The tenderness catches me by surprise.
