Page 53 of Tainted Essence
“Taylan, I’m gonna come,” I scream out, his next thrust sending me hurtling over the cliff. I come so fucking hard I almost black out, my throat hoarse from screaming but he isn’t one to be deterred. He gives zero fucks that my body is still trembling from that release or that my body is about to give out.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he snarls when I try to shift forward. He yanks me back onto his cock, drawing a sharp cry from me. “This is me owning you, now fucking take it and come on my cock, I want to taste that cum.” Fuck, his words must possess magic powers because I can already feel heat pooling in my belly as it tries to obey its master. “Give it to me, Slayer,” he roars over the sound of skin slapping against skin. Without warning a wave of pleasure slams into me, robbing me of air. I scream his name so loud that the rooms surrounding us would have heard. “Destiny!” he cries out when he follows me over the cliff of pleasure. He has barely finished coming before he pulls out of me and twists around so his face is between my legs. He grabs my waist and pulls me down onto his waiting tongue. I stare down at him between my legs moaning when his eyes turn hazy as he sucks our releases out of me.
I push his hands away and slide down his body before sealing my lips to his and swallowing every last ounce of cum he spits into my mouth, moaning the entire time. Fuck, tasting both our releases together is a taste I have begun to crave.
I break the kiss and roll off him with my head resting on his arm, both of us breathing frantically like we have just ran a marathon.
“That was incredible,” I mutter.
“I told you I was good.” I smack him playfully on the chest as we both laugh. All too soon the sound dies down and the heat of the moment passes, bathing us in a tension-filled silence. I’m trying to delay the inevitable when I throw my leg over his and wrap my around over his stomach, trying to hold him here. I rest my ear against his heart, listening to it beat and fooling myself into thinking that it beats for me.
I don’t want this moment to end.
To my surprise, he begins trailing his fingers through my hair. I sigh in contentment, loving the feeling of him touching me again. I didn’t realize how lonely I have felt these past few weeks without him until now. I close my eyes and savor this moment because when he does leave it is going to destroy me.
“How did you get into my room?” I ask.
“I have my ways.” I roll my eyes, he’s such an asshole.
“Do you regret coming here?” I hold my breath, waiting to hear his reply, while his heart still beats the same rhythm, offering me some comfort.
“No. I should but I can’t regret a single moment with you.” I shift and rest my hands under my chin on his chest and look at him.
“Why should you regret it?”
His brows draw in and a flicker of regret flashes in his eyes. “Because I shouldn’t have touched you, not touching you meant you wouldn’t be hurt when I walk out that door.” His honesty is refreshing but it doesn’t stop it from stinging to hear him say that.
“Would you have ever come to me without that bet you made with Kimber?”
He mulls my words over for a second before nodding once. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“You were a challenge, you didn’t drop to your knees and beg me to notice you. You brushed me off and acted like I was an annoying bug you couldn’t get rid of and that attracted me to you instantly. I had to have you.”
“You have me now, why can’t that be enough?” I beg. All emotion melts off his face and is replaced with an emotionless mask. He shifts, forcing me off him as he climbs off the bed. I clutch the sheet to my chest to hide my nakedness, as I sit here with my stomach in my throat and watch him pull his clothes on as I fight back tears. Once he has his shirt and pants on he reclaims the seat he was in when I woke up and begins putting his shoes on.
I want to say more but I can’t, twice now I have tried to make him stay but he still leaves. I refuse to be that girl who begs the guy she loves to stay when he doesn’t want to, so I climb off the bed and snatch some tights and a shirt from my suitcase, fuck panties and a bra. I pull my trainers out of my duffle bag near the end of the bed and pull them on, keeping my back to him the entire time even though I can feel his eyes burning into the back of my head. I snatch my hair clip off the side table and pile my hair on top of my head. I steel my spine and slip my own mask into place before I turn and face him, he looks confused but I refuse to dwell on that.
“When you leave, don’t come back.” He opens his mouth but I push on. “I won’t have you fucking with my head, I’m already messed up from everything and I don’t need you adding to that.” He rests his forearms on the tops of his thighs and hangs his head. “I’m going to let you go.” He snaps his head up and looks perplexed and slightly hurt.
Fuck. Him!
“What if I don’t want you to?” His words have me wanting to crumble but I refuse to allow him to have that power over me.
“If you meant that, then you wouldn’t be running away right now, you would stay and prove to me you mean what you say.”
“I want to mean them?—”
I raise my hand, cutting off his bullshit. “No, you don’t. I may be the Havoc Slayer but I am not the slayer of your demons, you have to be the one to do that. I’m going to walk out that door and out of your life for the last time.” Pain blooms to life in his eyes. I force myself not to succumb to the need to comfort him. “I meant what I said, Taylan. I do love you but not enough to be someone you can visit and fuck when you feel like it. Find a way to conquer your fear, you are not your mother.”
It takes every ounce of strength I possess to walk out of that room and leave him behind. I fight back the tears as I make my way to the elevators. I need to hit the gym and take out my frustrations there before I destroy my hotel room. Pain is radiating inside my chest but I refuse to allow it to consume me, I’ll channel it and use it to help me win this fight against Tiana.
Taylan
All the heads of the families sit around the circular table. There are the Murdochs, Re Della Strada, Memento Mori, Godfathers Of The Night, Da Luca Crime Family, The Crows and the Falcons—the English led by Ian but his daughter has just been announced as his heir at the meeting. Andreas and his crew stand behind their chairs with Anya standing in the middle of the four of them.
“The Crows move to announce that I am stepping down as Pakhan,” Andreas announces, everyone already knows this but it’s just formality for Ian who is the only one who didn’t know. “A new Pakhan has been selected, Anya Murdoch will now head the Bratva under its former name, the Volkov Bratva. All in agreement?”