Merciless Love: A Dark Romance(39)

There was something sadistically enjoyable about controlling his pleasure. I sped up, faster than his hand could guide me, sucking harder and slamming my face to his hilt. His breath came hoarse, exhaling through his lips, snorting and cursing like an animal.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, baby girl! You keep that glorious shit up and I'm gonna –“

Without missing a beat, I reached for his balls. They were puckered, tense, ready to blow. I squeezed them gently as I took him as deep and fast as I could go.

His fingers caught my hair and jerked. Violent. Rough.

Red hot pleasure gurgled in his throat, and he threw his head back, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. I hadn't expected it to swell, to turn to granite against my tongue, but it didn't stop me. I tongued his hot flesh, focusing all my effort in these strokes.

Go. I've given so much to you, so much I never wanted to give. Now you lose control...

Careful what you wish for. I should've learned that lesson long ago, and I certainly wish I'd known it then.

His eruption came, fiery and hot, overloading my mouth with salt and musk. So much seed, all his essence, pouring and pouring and pouring.

He pulsed and convulsed, pumping his come, until I could barely feel his cock in my mouth through the slick sea. My lips split, and the stuff spilled out, running down my chin in an endless mess.

Evan growled and locked my face to his cock all through the release. When it was finally over, dying in weaker, softer spasms, he relaxed his hand. I pulled back, still swallowing and spitting what he'd given me, coughing for air.

He stepped back, as if I wasn't the only one who needed to steady myself after that. I hadn't expected such terrible, draining force, but now he'd showing me that sex was nothing but power. I finally understood what men did behind closed doors, and it was strangely comforting.

I didn't care how much pleasure he gave me. If I knew, I could find another way to fight. There had to be some way to turn his own weapon against him.

“Fuck.” Evan's hand returned to my head, sifting slowly through my tangled hair. “There's room for improvement, babe, but you did good for a first try. Had to be your first, wasn't it?”

He pinched my neck until I nodded. When I looked up, his eyes were softer, mesmerizing.

Had his release driven something out of him?

His free hand circled my breasts, catching the ropes of come I'd lost. He slowly pushed each dab to my lips, and I sucked his finger, weakly repeating the explosive ritual we'd just finished.

“Good girl. Very good girl today. Maybe there's some fucking hope...”

Yeah, hope, I thought. Hope to get away from you before my whole life is choked out with a monster's flesh, and God knows what else...

I had to keep thinking like that. If I let anything else in, my body would remind me how exciting it was. The rough, painful, humiliating horror needed to be my focus.

Bastard! I thought, the single word I could never repeat so many times it turned meaningless.

It held my hate, and I clung to it. Right now, I hated myself most, hated the way I'd surrendered so easily and enjoyed the pleasure we shared. And, of course, I hated him for making me hate myself.

When the cleanup was finished – as much as it could be without a shower – he guided me to the bed and gave me one more kiss. He held his lips on mine, gentle but tight, enough to make the rampant desire I'd felt while I was taking his cock storm through me again.

He tasted himself on my lips, and I had a feeling it gave him pleasure. The kiss broke, and he rose, fixing his pants and looping the belt he'd used to bind my wrists back where it belonged.

I watched him head for the door, the ultimate reminder that nothing we were doing was remotely normal, and never would be.

Normal couples embraced and kissed and loved after sharing their flesh. No matter how many blind spots I had about the corrupted world, I knew that much. A colder, lonelier current than anything I'd ever felt swept through me.

He turned at the door. For a second, I had a sick, disgusting hope that he'd changed his mind and decided to keep me company.

“What is it?” I asked softly.

“Take a shower before you turn in. When I give you over to your real master, he's gonna want you clean. Morning, noon, and night. You can be a dirty whore when you're naked, but any other time, you act like a perfect lady. That's your job, Cassie. Doesn't fucking end when you're done slapping flesh. Remember it.”

The door opened, slammed, and the locks clicked with deafening loudness. I feel asleep, stained with sex and tears, long before I could think about dragging myself to the bathroom.

Izzy had been acting nervous all morning. More so than usual, I mean.

Everything I'd seen since the woman went off her whiskey told me she was a nervous wreck. She hid it well when he was around. But in front of me, she was always on edge, guiltily pecking out little orders and keeping her distance.