Page 74 of Unorthodox
But with Dante, there was a glimmer of hope. Of revelation, that it doesn’t always have to be this way.
Max regards my tears with disdain, his brow furrowing in anger before he flicks his gaze back to me and pinches my other nipple. I whimper again, my body lurching beneath him.
“Fucking answer me Addison.” He pushes closer to me, his cock hard against my stomach as once more, he soothes where he pinched me.
“Y-yes,” I answer him, my eyes closed tight. “Yes.”
Silence as Max palms me, and I hold my breath, waiting for the pain.
“Did he force you?” That question is dark.Deadly.
My eyes fly open, locking on his. “No.” I shake my head, biting my lip as he caresses me, thinking of all the men thatdidforce me. But I can’t tell him that. I can’t say those words aloud for anyone. “No, it was…” I trail off, taking a shaky breath in. “No, he didn’t force me.”
He doesn’t look away from me. Doesn’t stop touching me. But after a moment, he presses his brow to mine and groans, “Goddammit, Addison,”in such a tortured, defeated way, I almost forget what he is.
I almost forget he’s Satan incarnate.
But the moment passes, and he pulls away, reaches between us, angling his cock toward me again, bumping the head of it against my slit.
“Do you really hate me that much?” he asks me quietly, running the tip of himself over my clit. His grip on my wrists tightens, a furrow between his brow as he circles my clit with his thick head, and I hate that my body responds to him.
I hate that my nipples peak, and I feel myself grow wet despite the way my mind tries to protect me. Toremind me.
“Has it really been so bad here, love?” There’s a sort of desperation to his voice that I don’t understand. It throws me off, because the question seems genuine. “I let you…roam. I…killed Ben for his unfairness toward you. I feed you, three meals a day that you don’t have to beg for. Until today, I hadn’t once hurt you.”
My chin quivers with his words, with his icy gaze on me as he continues circling my clit as he speaks. And even though I want to, I can’t look away from him.
“So, tell me, baby girl,” he leans closer, his lips pressed against my cheekbone. I realize when a flash of sharp pain lights up there that he’s kissing where he slapped me. “Tell me why you hate this so much.”
He nudges my face to the side, trails his mouth over my jaw, down toward my neck. And I feel it again. Warmth flushing my body. My thighs spreading wider, as if on their own. As if I’m losing my mind.
And the way he’s rubbing his cock against me, the way he’s lighting my body on fire when I should feel nothing but coldness, and the way his words are slipping past my defenses…I realize with no small amount of horror that I want him.
He sucks my skin between his teeth, right above my collarbone. The sensation is gentle,pleasurable.“Tell me why you hate me, beautiful girl. Tell me why you let him inside of you.” He runs his tongue up my throat, the side of my face, toward my ear, still rubbing himself over my swollen clit. “Tell me why you gave him something that doesn’t belong to him.”
No. It definitely didn’t belong to Dante.My father got there first.
I swallow those words. That confession. Max won’t sympathize. Max won’t care. He’ll only use that twisted secret to hurt me more.
“W-who?” I ask, staring at the wall, wishing I couldn’t feel him. Wishing I wasn’t here. That I could slip away, hide inside my own mind. That my body wouldn’t betray me, and that Max wasn’t so damn good at fucking my head. “Who does it belong to?”
He lets go of my wrists, grabs my face and turns my head so I’m forced to face him.
“Me,”he says quietly. “I fucking own you. Now, tell me just that, and I’ll play nicely.”
I bite my trembling lip, feel another tear roll down my cheek. He’s propped up on his elbow, one hand still bumping his head against my clit. My legs are trembling, and I don’t know if it’s just from fear anymore.
“I-I’m yours,” I tell him softly, knowing if I don’t, hewon’tbe nice. If this is inevitable, I want it this way.Nicely.
But his lips tug up into a cruel smile. “Try again, love.”
I swallow down my pride, my fear, my trepidation.“Y-you own me, Max.”
He groans, slides his cock down my slit, and pushes into me, never taking his eyes off of me or his hand away from my face as he does.
I bite my lip, close my eyes as he stretches me further than Dante did, pain dancing on the edge of promised pleasure.
“Open your eyes,” he whispers, gripping my face tighter as he moves slowly inside of me. “Look at me, baby girl.”
