Page 87 of House of Lies
Fuck, she feels like heaven. This woman is out of her mind, and I wouldn’t want her any other way. She handcuffed me to the bed. She tried to run away, and she sucked my cock. I didn’t see any of those coming tonight. No one else has kept me on my toes the way she does. Did they break her, or did they break me? For a second, I thought about acting differently, thinking she didn’t need me to be rough after what she'd been through. But it turns out that this is precisely what she wants. I’m careful. Too careful. I watch her every breath and every expression. This is how I noticed that she panicked when I wrapped my hand around her throat. I’ve always paid attention to her, but never like this.
My fingers are still there, my thumb on her chin.
“No more lies.” Her voice is softer than usual. “I can’t hate you.” She had said it before, but I found it hard to believe. “I need you, Kaz. I need you so badly. It’s driving me insane.”
None of this makes sense. I know. I feel it, too. I’m pulled toward her, and no matter what I do, I can’t stop it.
“Then why do you keep fighting me?” I bite her earlobe, my fingers digging into her waist, slamming in and out of her.
“Because if I don’t fight you, I don’t know what else there’s left for me.”
I’ll give her this if this is her only reason to move on. I trust her not to try to kill me again, but I don’t trust that she won’t try to run away with the first chance she gets. I’ve handcuffed her to myself, and I intend to keep those on until we get to Russia if I need to. There’ll be no escaping me once we get there. I came up with a plan, but now’s not the time to discuss it with her.
“Do you want to fight me? Have it your way, but do you feel this? How perfectly my cock fills your pussy, how you squeeze like you never want to let go?”
She nods, throwing a look over her shoulder. Grabbing her chin, I give her a messy kiss. I should have waited to cuff myself to her until after this. I can’t move my hand as freely as I want, tugging her hand every time I suddenly move. I’m reminded that she cut her heel when her leg slips, and she hisses in pain.
“Fuck, come here.” I slip out of her, tugging her hips back. I swap places with her, sitting on the chair. Caelia gives me an unsure look, thinking exactly what I’m thinking. She wasn’t too keen on looking me in the eye the last time I fucked her, but things have changed. She’ll have to at some point. Even if she doesn’t want to. There’s no better time than the present. “Now, Caelia. Or I won’t let you come.” She straddles my lap with an angry look on her face. “How bad is the cut?” I bend her knees, trying to keep her heels off the floor.
“I’m fine.”
Grabbing the front of her T-shirt, I rip it apart. Caelia places a hand on the left side of my ribs, keeping her hand close to mine and wrapping the other around my neck. I guide myself inside her, watching her pretty mouth open and her eyes close as she leans in closer. I breathe her in, my mind in a hazy state.
“You’re mine,” I remind her. “Mine to fuck. Mine to own. Mine to please. Mine to make you happy. You’re fucking mine.”
“I don’t want to be yours,” she whispers.
“Fuck what you want, Caelia.”
She rolls her hips, rubbing on my pelvis. I love how she loses control, every inch of her chest pressed against mine. I missed this side of her. The side that takes what she wants and thinks about the consequences later. She hovers on top of me as I almost slip out of the chair, moving my hips. The room’s silence is only interrupted by our harsh breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Fuck, Kaz! Please, can I come?”
“Say it.”
Caelia knows what I want to hear, but she’s too stubborn. She shakes her head, denying me. I dig my fingers into her waist, standing still. If I can’t have what I want, she won’t either. I tighten the grip when she tries to rock her hips. We stare at each other, waiting to see which one will break first.
“I’m yours,” she breathes into my mouth, her lips parted.
“Yes, moya solnyshko. Let my men outside hear how beautiful you sound when you come for me.” This is all the permission her body needs. Her pussy pulses around my cock, squeezing the life out of me as she screams, her entire body shivering as I suck on her nipple. “Good girl. That’s it. You’re so good at taking my cock. You’re so beautiful.”
One of her legs slips on the floor, her forehead resting against mine. I kiss her jaw, her delicate neck, and the curve of her clavicle. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I stand up, placing her on the floor. I don’t think she’d appreciate me parading her around the house naked to take her to the closest bedroom. My cock stays buried inside her the whole time. She looks up at me as I tower over her, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen. Moving a strand of hair behind her ear, I kiss her again.
God, she’s so perfect, spread naked under me, her body molding perfectly against mine. For once in my life, I don’t have to force her to look at me. She holds my gaze, taking a deep breath as I bottom out, fucking her into oblivion. I thought she would never let me touch her again, and it felt like dying. I’m not taking it easy. I don’t stop until she comes again, feeling her heartbeat against my chest, and I’m following right after her.
“Fuck,” I groan as I come deep inside her.
The surroundings get distorted around me as I lean my weight into my arms, trying not to squish her under me.
“I’m not on the pill anymore.” Her voice is barely audible. I need a second to understand what she’s talking about.
“Does the thought of my child inside you scare you so badly?”
“Yes, Kaz. It does.”
I kiss her, a smirk on my lips. I hope she’s done with all the lying and hiding.
“It should. Because it will bind you by my side for the rest of your life.”