Page 58 of Scent of Desire
“He won’t come. You’re all mine now.”
Adonis?
I squinted at the man unbuttoning his shirt. He looked like Adonis. The azure eyes. The golden hair. My nose was already drugged with the heavy smells around me, so I couldn’t smell him. I was blind.
The man squatted in front of me with a sharp pristine smile. “It’s okay,princess.”
Seized with terror, I tried to slip away from him, but I hit the wall.
Christian.No.
My body begged in agony, and I curved myself on the floor, feeling another wave pulsing on my clit. A tear rolled down, and I feared for the worst.
“Radcliff…” I didn’t even know if I was wailing his name out loud or if it was all in my head. I needed him, but I was the slave to my weapon, and soon, I’d be begging the man that I hated to end my suffering.
“Sshh, Nicole…” Christian caressed my cheek and crouched next to me. “Stop resisting me.”
Nicole…That was my mom’s name.
“Why—” A new bolt of pleasure hit me, and I cried out, curving my hands into fists. “My mother,” I mumbled.
“If only you hadn’t rejected me, everything would have been as it should have, Nicole.”
Why was he still calling me by my mother’s name? What did he mean? I couldn’t reply, unable to speak the words. The aphrodisiac had eclipsed all thoughts from my mind, and Christian’s fingers caressed my collarbone to descend on the valley between my breasts.
“I loved you, Nicole,” he breathed. “Now, I hate you, fucking whore.”
Unable to rise up from the floor, I remained completely at his mercy. As he towered over me, Christian became my fantasy, taking the shape and traits of Radcliff. The burning wave hit me harder, and I smiled, welcoming it.
“Radcliff…” I called.
He grabbed my breast on top of the fabric of my dress in a move that was hard, devoid of tenderness and respect. My heart leaped to my throat, about to combust. He wasn’t him. He didn’t feel like him. Radcliff had made love to me the only way he knew how. It was surely violent. Possessive. Hard. But every single touch of his worshipped me, creating a firework of sparks deep in my core.
Carmin didn’t; he was using me, exposing me as an object he wanted to serve himself on.
But the scent… The scent betrayed all of my other senses.
I clenched my pelvis forward with carnal need. Christian was on top of me and crushed his lips on mine, our teeth clashing. My brain and heart revolted, but my body was too weak to push him away. I surrendered to it, knowing it was all too late. I’d lost everything. The image of my mother slapped through my mind, and tears spread like a hot torrent.
His hands moved to my soaked panties, and the pleasure was unbearable. It tingled in my flesh, to the point that my vision blurred and I could only see a white glow calling me in the middle of the depths.
His touch left my body in a fraction of a second. Perhaps it was all in my brain? I rolled onto my belly, lifting my butt cheeks up shamelessly so my fingers would meet my clit, and another wave of pleasure hit me. A moan crashed into me, and I tried to keep my pace in check, or soon my orgasm would crush me in a thunder.
My cheek hit the cold floor, and hearing incomprehensible mumbles from afar, I peered to my side. Wait, where was Christian? There was no sign of him. Through my buzzing ears, I heard someone calling my name.
“Radcliff…” I whispered, stroking myself harder, like a bandmaster playing the fatal moment in a dramatic partition. I didn’t mind if I came in the middle of the room.
My eyelids fluttered, and I fought to squint in front of me. Two shadows were fighting. One was on the floor, covered in a beautiful red liquid.Blood.I licked my lips, feeling my eyes doubling in size under the realization: Christian was bleeding on the floor.
I rocked my hips harder, not caring that my knees would be bruised, and parted my mouth. I could see only the back of the other shadow, but I knew he had come. My hellish monster. My phantom savior. My Radcliff. I inserted a finger inside me, then another, and laughed at the pleasure scouring me.
Radcliff grabbed Christian by the throat to lift him up and aimed his punch right in the middle of his face before smashing him against the wall.Yes. Just like that.My arousal climbed, facing that violence and justice. Seeing Christian worthless, his face disfigured with blood, made me smile.Kill him.Radcliff’s wrath in his eyes when he looked back at me was the most beautiful landscape. I wanted to feed on his darkness.Oh my—
One last stroke overpowered me, sending me into a place further away than heaven or hell, and my orgasm crushed me whole in ecstasy. I exploded into a laugh so wicked like the witch I was, accepting my whole madness.My heaven is in hell.Perhaps because it was where I belonged? I wasn’t only sweet Lily. Something dark had flourished inside of me the day I—
“Lily…” Radcliff’s voice rescued me from my demons before I sank to a point where there was no turning back.
I was surrendering to my darkness, the aphrodisiac bringing out the worst of me.
