Page 53 of House of Lies
“Mattia—”
“Now, Caelia. Before I lose my patience.”
I’m tired of hearing his name on her lips. It sickens me, and my vision blurs slightly. Hesitantly, she stands up. It’s too dark to see anything beyond her silhouette, but I imagine she’s throwing daggers my way. She undresses slowly, doing everything she can to not panic. But I can hear her ragged breath. She falls on her knees in front of me. The image alone is enough to make me hard. I’m done being gentle with her. It has done me no good so far. She places her palms on my knees, sliding them slowly up my thighs. I loosen my tie and unbutton my jeans, freeing my cock.
“I don’t have all night,” I warn her.
It contradicts the resistance she always puts up. I spread my knees wider, my head falling back as she sucks on the tip, swirling her tongue around it. I grip the sheet in my hands, trying to restrain myself from touching her. Her movements grow less hesitant as she takes more of my length into her mouth, cupping my balls. Damn it! Just one touch from her is enough to drive me insane. I place one hand under her chin, and my other hand fists her hair. She surrenders all power and control to me, remaining still as I thrust in and out of her mouth. Saliva drips down my hand as she struggles to swallow. I have longed for her over the past month, and my cock is throbbing so intensely that I’m ready to explode inside her mouth.
“Tell me another poisonous lie, Wildfire.”
I love this game. The words that escape her mouth always surprise me.
“I missed you.”
Except this one isn’t a lie. We both know it. Her voice is always too low and quiet when she lies as if fighting to acknowledge the truth herself.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.”
She stands in the middle of her bed on her hands and knees, but there’s a problem.
“Lie on your back, Caelia.” I undress deliberately.
“No.”
“No?” I laugh, crawling behind her. Grabbing her waist, I spin her around. She lands on her back with a grunt. “You don’t want to look into my eyes when I fuck you?” She shakes her head. “Too bad, because you will,” I say as I rub the tip of my cock against her clit. She holds back a moan I would give anything to hear. “The only flaw in your plan to resist me, Caelia, is this,” I go on as I glide my fingers between her legs, coating them in wetness. I bring my fingers to her mouth. “See for yourself.” She opens her mouth and sucks my fingers. I don’t even have to ask. “Your pussy is dripping for me.”
She didn’t want me in the kitchen. I know this. She didn’t get any pleasure from it. But sucking my cock has aroused her. She craves me. Her lies have turned into truths. Resting my elbows on either side of her head, I thrust my hips forward. Her head tilts back, her delicate neck inviting me to mark her, to bite her. I bend her right leg around my waist, smoothly sliding in and out of her. There’s no fight left in her as I kiss her, her lips parting, her tongue entwining with mine.
“What are you doing to me?” There’s so much pain in her voice that it makes my heart skip a beat.
“I’m piecing together your shattered pieces.”
“Funny, since you’re the one who broke me in the first place.”
God, I’m addicted to her body. I hit home as I sink into her. She moves her hips against my pelvis, clenching the sheet in her fists. Something inside her is undeniably broken now, but not in the way she thinks. Some fragments have been shattered, but as a whole, she’s not irreparable. Those pieces broke every time she bent. Mattia caused most of the damage, but I also take full responsibility for my role. I wanted to break her that day in the kitchen, only to make her realize that she didn’t mean what she said.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”
I lean back, my fingers digging into her waist. I pause, watching her hips roll and her pussy clench on my cock. Pressing my thumb on her clit, I move it in steady circles with enough pressure to make her murmur. She stands on her elbows, eyes glued to where our bodies are joined. She loses focus, her movements growing uncoordinated, using my body to get off. Her knees squeeze my waist as her body convulses, the orgasm hitting her in waves. I’m not far behind. Placing a hand on her neck, keeping her head still on the pillow, I force her to look at me as I come inside her.
“Fuck!” I sigh, collapsing on top of her, our foreheads resting together for a moment before she turns her head.
I’m forced to grip her chin. I’m sick of forcing her to look at me.
“Why is it so hard for you to look at me, Wildfire? What do you have to hide?”
“Nothing,” she lies.
“Do you hate me so much that you can’t stand to look at me? Do I make you sick?”
I never realized how delicate her neck is, but now that my hand is pressed against it, feeling her erratic pulse beneath my skin, I can’t think of anything else.
“Yes.”
“My Queen of Lies.” I kiss her forcefully before rising to my feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Fuck you!”