Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I quickly draw her up and over to the bed, where I toss her on her back. “No! I’m not done with you yet.”
She stiffens as I seize her wrists, quickly pinning them above her head, smiling as she realizes just how much more is to come. With my other hand I cup her breast, teasing the nipple, and then slide it down her stomach to her pussy. I watch her face as I slide my fingers over her clit and slip inside her. Her mouth drops open, her eyes glassy, and her red lips slightly parted to take in shallow breaths. She looks fucking amazing lying there with her thighs spread, her hips lifting off the bed as I slide deeper into her, my thumb pressed firmly over her clit.
I hold her gaze as I thrust into her, her juices coating my fingers, her legs opening wider as she arches her back and moans. I watch as she becomes lost in the sensations.
I’m too far gone to tease her about her desperation, too horny to care about anything but fucking her.
I release her hands, grab the back of her hair, and slam my cock inside her. She cries out again in pain and pleasure, her hand slapping the mattress as she pushes back against me. I lean over her, thrusting deeper and harder into her pussy.
I flip her over, put her on all fours, bending her down slightly, causing her to arch her back, exposing her ass and her pussy as I slide my cock back inside her. I can’t stop fucking her, I can’t stop watching my cock thrust in and out of her. It’s the most erotic sight I have ever seen, her body moving with mine, her ass and pussy exposed to me, and my cock sliding through her wetness.
My hand is still wrapped around her throat, holding her exactly where I want her. I’m so close. I need to feel her come around my cock. Thrusting harder, I reach around her body, between her legs, and press a finger against her clit, feeling the immediate tension release in her body, her pussy clamping around me. She cries out, her body shaking with her release, her fingers clawing at the blankets in front of her.
“Oh God! I’m coming!” she declares in a strangled cry, her body trembling and quivering as her orgasm rocks through her. I thrust deeply one last time, then finally let go, spurting inside her.
I continue to pump away as wave after wave of pleasure wracks through her body. I’m panting, desperate to catch my breath. Everywhere I look, there she is: the beautiful vision of her, eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure. My heart quickens, and I marvel at the powerlessness radiating from my body.
I slowly pull out until my cock is no longer embedded inside her, and our eyes meet once more. “I’m never going to let you go,” I whisper.
“I know,” she replies breathlessly.
“If a man ever touches you, I’ll kill him,” I tell her.
“I know I’m yours,” she whispers.
“Say it,” I growl, pushing myself deeper into her. “Tell me that I’m the only one who will ever touch you like this.”
Her eyes widen with fear.
“Tell me,” I say firmly.
“I belong to you,” she rushes out.
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” she murmurs, almost to herself.
“And I’m yours,” I remind her, brushing my lips against her cheek. “You need this, don’t you? You need me to be your Master and take control. Say it.” I kiss her again, softly this time. “Say it,” I whisper.
“I need this,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire and trust.
My lips brush hers once more. “I need you, too,” I tell her. “I fucking need you to breathe.”
After several moments of breathless silence, Ani asks, “So does this mean we can go to The Vault tonight?”
“Yes, my dove. Yes.”
Chapter
Twenty-Seven
Ani
We enter the bank—The Vault.
As I step through the door into the room, a buzzing sense of anticipation makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Hand in hand with Phoenix I descend several flights of stairs, which seem to stretch interminably, until eventually we reach the lower level.
I’m naked. Those are the rules of The Vault. And the one thing Phoenix has made sure of back at Olympus is that I follow rules.
“How many times have you been here?” I whisper. I still find it shocking that Phoenix can enter this place with ease. I don’t see any elevated breathing or sweaty temples. He appears as calm now as he does in the attic.
“Enough. Depends on the theme. The Vault has different themes with each party. Not every theme is to my liking.”
“What’s tonight’s theme?”
“Free for all.”
When Phoenix opens the door to The Vault’s main room, I’m overwhelmed by its sights and smells. It’s a place where power and money mingle in the air. There are leather couches and armchairs, a fully stocked bar, and scantily clad women draped across the furniture. Gleaming black-and-chrome tables and chairs fill the room, providing a place for the men in dark suits to haggle and negotiate. Music pulses through the air, and the walls reverberate with laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional moan of pleasure.