Page 48 of Lady of Darkness
He impales me then, moving his hand from my throat to grip my other hip. As he slams me down on his shaft, my eyes roll into the back of my head. He is filling me so completely, so perfectly. His balls slap against my ass with every thrust, and I feel him deep in my abdomen as my climax crests.
“Yes, Harlow.” He stops moving, letting me ride his cock. “You’re going to make me come.”
I scream and dig my nails into Theo’s back as my hips rock and slide against him. Pleasure zaps through me strong and quick, and I can feel myself contract around his thick length as my muscles convulse and my nails draw blood. Streams of my own come gush out of me, causing our joining to sound wet and filthy. I shudder as the last of it leaves my body. I’m still moving against him when I feel his cock harden even more. It pulses into me, jets of come hitting my cervix as he hisses and bellows.
I shudder as Theo thrusts one more time, jerking into me and groaning. I hold on to the bookshelf as we both stare at each other, panting. My legs are still around his waist, and he’s still inside of me.
“Fuck,” he says, gripping my ass. His cock is still twitching inside of me, and he smiles. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“Well, you have me for life. You all made damn sure of that fact,” I say in jest, but the words feel heavy somehow.
He brushes my damp hair off of my face, placing a gentle kiss on my neck. “Fuck yeah, we did.”
“I’m still convinced this is Stockholm Syndrome,” I tell him, rolling my eyes.
He pulls away and looks at me with a serious expression. “Darling, if this were Stockholm Syndrome, you wouldn’t be coming so hard and begging me to fill you up.”
To my surprise, he’s still hard, and he thrusts up into me again.
I feel a gush of fluid leave me, but Theo just uses that for extra lube. I’m sore, but the way he’s looking at me with that unhinged expression…
“I don’t think that’s true,” I say, my voice hoarse as I instinctually move against him, already craving another release.
He thrusts. I gasp.
“You like us. You may even be falling in love with us.”
I stiffen at his words, but he continues to drive into me. I don’t even have a good retort for that, because it’s the last thing I expected him to say.
“And if I am?” My voice is quiet.
I don’t love them, of course. But I’m curious to see what he’d say, how he’d react.
“You don’t have to be coy, little monster,” he murmurs. “I don’thave youfor the rest of my life. Youarethe rest of my life. You have a permanent place in my soul. Is that clear?”
His words stun me, and I stare into his blue eyes before I bring my lips to his, ignoring the way I feel light and happy all of a sudden.
CHAPTERNINETEEN
Gideon
Adjusting my tie,I study myself in the mirror. I’ve pulled my hair back but kept my Converse on. Formal on the top, party on the bottom. My hand slides over the butterfly knife in my pocket, ensuring it’s still there. I grab my jacket and my weekend bag, since I’ll be staying at Theo’s house for a couple of days. I’m the only one without a house manager or housekeeper, though I do have a professional cleaning service come into St. Claire House twice a week. Still, shit piles up, and I grimace when I glance over at the piles of mail and various packages sitting on the dining room table.
Out of the four guys, I am the least organized.
Rough around the edges, like a raw diamond. But when I polish myself up… I smile into the mirror before locking my place behind me. Setting my bag and jacket in the passenger seat, I climb into the driver’s seat of my black Maserati Granturismo. This thing drives like sex feels–smooth, pleasurable, and it just gets better the longer I have it. My hands grip the wheel as I speed down the country road to Theo’s house.
My phone rings, so I pick it up with my car Bluetooth. I can see it’s my mother calling.
“Hi, Mum.”
“Hello, Gideon. Just checking up on my favorite son.”
I smile. “I’m your only son.”
“I’m teasing you. How are the guys?”
“They’re fine. Same old.”
