Page 179 of Drown Like Heaven
“Please please please please please—”
“Please what?” He pressed the tip of the vibrator against my inner thigh, hard, the vibrations sinking into my taut muscle.
“Please let me come!”
“Again.”
“Fuck!Please let me fucking come!”
I’d barely gotten the words out before he was moving the toy back to my pussy, letting my buck my hips against the silicone, letting me rub my oversensitive clit on it as pleasure built so strong and tight in my body it almost hurt. My eyes rolled and my breath broke, my legs shaking like crazy as I finally,finallycrested the edge of my orgasm.
I was gasping and crying, feeling like I was being shredded by the sheer intensity of the sensation rolling through my body. My pussy clenched and released, over and over, a searing swell of heat flooding me.
Micah untied my ankles and knelt between my quivering legs, yanking his pants down in the front to free his cock, spreading my thighs even wider as he started to sink inside of me. Everything was so swollen and sensitive and he felt sobigI couldn’t think. Helpless, mindless, wrists tied above my head, ankles lifted onto his broad shoulders. He looked like a wicked god.
“You’re so good,” he groaned against my neck, shoving his cock further in, almost bending me in half. I swore I felt him in my stomach. “You’re so fucking good.”
Chapter 47
Mason
I could smell Micah the second I stepped in the house.
Without any further confirmation, I knew Dakota was here. Now.
His scent was goddamn suffocating, invading my lungs in a heavy wave of pure need. With it being this goddamnstrong, they had to be fucking now—or getting ready to. I walked through to the kitchen, my muscles stiff and my breathing shallow. I didn’t want to smell him like this. Not when I knew it washermaking him feel this way. Not when it affected me the way it did.
I swallowed and tried not to breathe. Tried not to inhale every molecule of his kapnos to the depths of my lungs the way I wanted to.
Fuck.
I dragged my hand over my jaw, my cock already getting hard in my jeans.
Irritated, I pushed out the back door and gripped the railing on the deck hard enough to whiten my knuckles. Anything to prevent myself from jacking my dick right here, I guessed.
The more masochistic parts of myself wanted to go back inside, inhale his need until I almost could’ve come from the smell alone. I knew how it felt to get like that, to be breathingso hard and so heavy, smelling Micah in that way, my stomach tightening, every breath electric, my cock throbbing with the animalistic need to fuck something.
Late at night, rain on the windows, lightning carving his perfect face out of the darkness, endless forest in my lungs, Micah’s erection only inches from mine, my heart pumping brutal and angry and lustful—
But I stayed where I was, palms pressed to the worn wooden railing, staring out at the dark trees framing Micah’s house as they scraped the low clouds.
When I went back inside, my eyes caught on something glittering on the floor on the other side of the kitchen, behind the island. I hadn’t noticed when I first walked through here, but I could see now that it was broken glass. All over the floor.
Did he do that? Or her?
My eyes drifted up towards the ceiling, to where they were together up in his bedroom, jealousy and rage striking my chest. If Dakota hadn’t been here, I would’ve left. But I felt less content leaving when she was here—at the place Aamon would be most likely to show up. I needed to kill him, and soon.
If only things were that simple.
If only I had the assurance I wouldn’t end up killing myself in the process.
I hated that I hadn’t really seen her since that night in the bath, not in private at least. All I could think about sometimes was the stuff she’d told me, about her brother. I didn’t ask questions, despite wanting to, but I didn’t need to hear her say everything to understand what’d happened. She’d told me she learned how to lie at fourteen, and I could put the pieces together pretty well from that.
Four years, he’d messed with her. I had no idea how much older he was than her, nor did I know how long he’d been in her life before all the bad shit started happening.
It made me feel sick, like my lungs couldn’t keep up with the amount of neon my brain needed. Dizzy and shaky and so fuckingangry.
Anthony.
