Page 45 of London Has Fallen
“Make me come, please.”
“You can do better than that,” he growls, then curls his fingers inside me hitting that sweet fucking spot, drawing a cry from me.
“Please, fuck me and make me come. I need you to do it.” His eyes darken further.
“Tell me you need me.”
“I need you!” The words blurt out before I can stop them. He presses the pad of his thumb against my clit as he continues to work his fingers in and out of me, two seconds tops and then his mouth is on mine muting my screams as I come all over his fingers. I break the kiss, needing to breathe. He pulls his fingers free and I smirk at the sight of my cum covering them. He holds my gaze as he brings them to his mouth and sucks them. My jaw unhinges and my eyes widen at the sight of him sucking my cum off his fingers.
“You taste fucking delicious,” he growls when he pulls his fingers free, meanwhile I’m still stuck in a trance-like state, just staring at him. That was the hottest fucking experience of my life and the fact I got to watch him enjoy the taste of my own release has my pussy throbbing to feel him inside me again.
Greedy slut!
“Get dressed, we need to move now,” he snaps, pulling me out of my stupor. Acting on autopilot I do as he says. I turn to grab the dagger I dropped on the ground and flinch at the sight of the body—I forgot all about him while I was fucking Artemis. “You’re lucky I didn’t use his corpse as a mattress so I could fuck you.” I spin around and balk up at the cocky fucker as he stands smirking down at me. “What’s wrong, baby, my cock finally silenced you?” I snort and ignore the fucker as I turn to go in search of his brothers but he darts in front of me. “You need to go the other way.”
“I told you I would help you,” I answer.
“Help me by not forcing me to kill you, make it back alive and you would have helped me more than you know.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I need to find my brothers.”
“What makes you think they aren’t back there yet?” I clap back. He scrubs a hand down his face and sighs.
“If they had made it back, Costa would have alerted me.” There's a hint of worry in his tone and I kind of feel bad for him but then he turns his head away and I spot the hickey on his neck and feel smug at the sight.
Put that in your fucking pipe and smoke it, Blake, you whore!
“What happens if they don’t make it back?” He pulls his gaze back to me and frowns.
“Same rules apply. I’ll be forced to do something I won’t survive.” I nod in understanding but the reality is that disgust rolls through me, not toward him but his father. How the fuck could someone create a child and then carelessly throw that away for power? Not to mention the fact he expects his other child to take the life for him. What a fucking coward.
“What happens if the four of us were to arrive back at the same time?” His face contorts and I can see the cogs of his mind turning as he thinks about what I’ve just said.
“I honestly don’t know, no one has ever done it before.” The skepticism in his tone is clear.
“Well, I guess it’s time to find out, but on the next trial, they are on their own. I'm only doing this because I know Nos loves those dicks.” Artemis’s face morphs into one of anger and his upper lip twitches.
“Cronos isn’t as fucking great as you make him out to be!” I ignore his outburst and spin on my heel heading in the direction of the triplets. I’d bet my inheritance on the fact those idiots managed to find each other but not the way out. I’m tired, hungry and dying of thirst so these dumbasses better not be far. The longer it takes for us to locate them the more antsy Artemis grows, I can feel his stress wafting off him in waves. I get him being worried about what may happen to us if we make it back after the allotted time but what are they going to do, kill the four of us and stop the trials from continuing?
For like the sixteenth time in the past twenty minutes Artemis sighs beside me and I can’t take it any longer, I dart my arm out stopping his movements as I turn to him and scowl. “Would you stop that, it’s not like it’s your fucking life on the line here!”
His nostrils flare as he glares down at me. “No, I’ll just be forced to kill you and my own flesh and fucking blood, so please, Omorfia, take your fucking time.” The sarcasm in his tone pisses me off.
“What the fuck does Omorfia mean?” I don’t know why I blurted that out but my anger seems to be riding me so hard whenever he is around that I just blurt random shit.
“It means…” He releases a loud exhale and stabs his hand through his hair clearly feeling uncomfortable. “Beauty.”
My heart stops.
Bellezza.
He used to call me beauty.
I will never leave you, I’ll always come back.
My breaths come in short rapid pants as the last words my favorite person said to me run through my mind. I can feel myself falling but I see and hear nothing as I’m transported back to the day he left and I snuck into that fucking car thinking I was strong enough to protect him.