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9. WYNTER

9

WYNTER

T he energy in the room shifts along with Bones’ demeanor. I thought he looked deadly before, but the way his face heats with primal need completely disarms me.

“Take off your shirt and sit back on the window sill. Let me finish what I started,” he commands me, then adds in a low murmur, “I’m dying for another taste of that sweet cunt.”

Fuck, it’s insane how he makes my body react.

He probably uses those lines on so many other women. I wonder how many have been in that bed. Were they willing or were they all like me?

I try not to let him see how much I’m shaking, but it’s obvious as I undo each button on my shirt. As it slides off my body, I stare at his feet so I don’t have to see the way he’ll be looking at me. He doesn’t let me out of it that easily. Bringing his fingertips to my chin, he gently tilts my face up. “Eyes on mine, my love. Always on mine and never down.”

He looks at me with nothing but awe and hunger in his gaze.

“Fuck, you’re stunning, Wynter.”

Instinctively I cover my pussy and breasts, but he grabs my wrists, pulling my hands gently to my sides.

“I’m not. I’m disgusting.”

Bones’ grip is possessive, but there’s no malice in it. I’m starting to notice that when I’m quiet he treats me with care like he thinks he might actually break me. But when he’s got me angry he revels in it and keeps pushing like he wants to see how far he can go before I snap.

“You’re the most stunning person I’ve ever seen. These bruises will fade,” he traces the marks on my skin, all the way up to my neck, “but what scars you're left with will only show how strong you are.”

I thought I was hiding my vulnerabilities from him, but it seems he can see right through me.

“I don’t want to be strong. I just want to be me again.”

“With me, you’ll be more than you could ever have imagined.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I wait for wherever his touch may lead next and for the wave of revulsion that I’m sure it will bring.

But he doesn’t move.

“Sit back and relax. I’m not going to hurt you,” his voice is a soft whisper that makes me want to break down and cry into his shoulder while also slapping the condescending tone right out of him.

I lean back until my skin connects with the cold glass of the window, forcing my spine to arch. His hands glide over my hips all the way to my thighs and he watches me as he rests them there, waiting for my permission. Slowly I part my legs for him.

Those skilled fingers find my pussy and I expect him to get me off quickly so he can get straight to taking care of his own needs, but he takes his time.

He tenderly circles my clit and I whimper. My hands fly to the ledge on either side of my hips and grip it tight. Trailing his other hand up my side, he finds my breast and cups it. No one else I’ve slept with has ever really bothered to spare any time on my small chest. But the way Bones looks at my breasts, at all of me, makes me feel like something worth loving.

As his thumb brushes over my nipple a wave of pleasure races through my nerves.

“You get so wet for me, Wynter. I’m a very lucky man to have found you.” Leaning in, he hovers his lips above mine. His eyes studying my face like he’s unsure of his next move. I want him to lean the rest of the way in and claim my mouth. To just break that last little defense I have and take me whole.

Pushing his long fingers inside me, he expertly finds that intense spot that makes my body melt. My back arches and our lips brush.

With his palm, he massages my clit and works his fingers over that delicious pressure point inside. His whole hand plays me to perfection like it was made to do just that.

The entire time his eyes never leave mine.

My orgasm builds to its peak and heat builds in my throat as tears prick my eyes. It’s disgusting and shameful to enjoy any of this. But also so fucking good.

I want to let go of my hurt so badly, to just fall into the dark depths of this stranger and let him possess every part of me.

The deeper I fall into his eyes, the quieter the voices in my head become. It’s a reprieve that I crave more of.

“Please make me forget,” I beg on an exhale and his eyes flash with desperation. His lips collide with mine at the same time my orgasm tears through me and I scream into his mouth. He swallows it down, absolving me of my demons, if only for a moment.

I keep my palms on the ledge so they don't seek him out. The bare expanse of his chest is far too tempting.

His kiss is frenzied and hungry. Soon enough I’m lost in it. Consumed by him.

It’s only once we’re both starved of oxygen that he pulls away.

There’s a new look on his face. One I’ve not witnessed before in the very short time I’ve known him.

Fear .

My chest heaves as Bones finally slips his fingers out of me. I should look away as he brings them to his mouth and licks them clean. But that long tongue of his is hypnotic. It wraps and curls around them, showing me exactly what it does to my pussy. My stomach feels tight from my orgasm and I can’t have him building me up towards another one like that.

“You’ll really let me go? This isn’t a trick? We’ll have sex and then I get to leave?” I quietly ask.

“Yes and like I said, you’re in control. Now tell me how you want it.”

I look between Bones and the bed, unsure of how to initiate. Sensing my uncertainty he holds out his hand for me to take.

“Don’t start acting like some prince now.” Knocking it away, I head to the bed and climb on. I’m fully aware of the fact that my ass juts out as I crawl as quickly as I can to the center. There’s no way he’s not looking. He’s always looking.

“Come on then!” I snap as I lie down, catching the briefest glance of his hands wrapping around his cock before I cast my eyes skyward. I do not need to have that image in my mind as he’s inside me. All I know is that he’s long. Way longer than anyone I’ve been with before. And so damn hard.

“Tell me what you want.” From the corner of my eye, his arm moves as he languidly strokes himself.

“Just get on top of me.” If there’s a surefire way for me not to come it’s for a guy to be mindlessly pumping into me in missionary.

“Yes, my love.” He ends up caging me in beneath him and when his cock slides against my stomach I flinch.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What would you prefer?” He looks about ready to eat me whole.

“The other one’s better than that,” I mumble. My body’s becoming alarmingly warm with him this close.

“What’s next, little viper?” His voice is husky as he says the words in my ear. “You’ve got me right where you want me, now tell me what you want me to do.”

“Just do it.”

He lifts a brow, wanting more.

“Fuck me,” I spit out. Parting my legs, he shifts further down the bed so his cock glides along my pussy, brushing over my clit and making me gasp. “You can’t tease like that. It’s not fair.”

His eyes darken as he brushes over my clit once more. “Bones,” I half-growl half-groan out in warning.

I make the mistake of looking down just as he moves to my entrance and I see a flash of something silver.

“What the fuck is that?” I rush out, but he’s already pushing inside.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he moans and I have to steady my breathing as he stretches me. I didn’t expect to feel him quite so much. It’s like every nerve ending in my body has lit up for him. “Your tight little cunt is so eager for me, sucking me in like this.”

Turns out having your guts rearranged is possible and not just something guys say. I can feel him all the way up in my stomach.

“You ready for the rest of me?”

“Rest ?” There’s no way he’s not all the way in.

Thrusting his hips, he bottoms out in me. I let out a silent cry as his pelvis hit mine. Fuck . That ridiculous length of his makes it all the way to my cervix and my muscles cramp from the pain. My eyes watering.

But I think that I like the feel of it.

This is the first time I’ve felt sex in so long. As long as I’m present I can have some control over what happens to my body.

I don’t get to feel it for long though as the dark parts of my mind take over. It’s no longer Bones above me or inside me. It’s him. The man that until recently didn’t have a name. The one that stole my life from me.

I brace my eyes shut and pray that he’ll be finished soon.

“Open your eyes. Come back to me.” There’s a gentle touch on my cheek and not wanting to go through this alone I lean into it. “Please, Wynter.”

My eyes flutter open and I expect to see an evil face looking back, but I see a man lost in pleasure. Lost in me.

“The only person that will hurt you from now on will be me and even then I’ll make sure the pain is mixed with pleasure for you.”

Rocking in and out of me at a slow, steady pace, Bones glides over my g-spot, making my back arch as a shot of pleasure hits me. The pain is still there, but it’s starting to turn into something more.

“Feels good doesn’t it? I can feel you tightening every time I hit that sweet spot of yours. Focus on that. On me.”

When he catches me looking at where we’re joined, a triumphant smile appears on his face and my heart thumps against my chest, demanding my attention.

It’s either focus on that or the feeling of him inside me. Neither option is going to end well for me.

I gasp as I feel that intense pleasure again. How the hell is he doing that? Then I remember the glint of silver that was on his cock.

Motherfucker .

“You tricked me.” I push at his chest and he stills inside me. “Show me your cock.”

With a wicked smirk, Bones pulls out and looks down at his cock. My eyes follow his.

“This one,” he says circling his thumb around the crown, “is called a magic cross. Magic because you’re going to be begging for more after this. Want to touch it?” True to its name the piercing consists of two bars that cross over through the head of his cock, each end finished off with a shiny silver ball. There are seven more running along his shaft.

He glides his fingers over them, making himself shiver. They scare me, but only because I know how good they feel.

This game suddenly became a lot more dangerous.

“You’re not wearing a condom,” I say, forcing my attention and body away from all of that as I inch myself further up the bed.

“Don’t you remember what I said? I’m going to fill you full of my come. I’ll sign my name on your insides with it.”

I move a little more away from him, but he follows. His cock knocking my clit each time I try to get away. “But—the shot—it might not have had enough time to work. I could get pregnant.”

That’s not a chance I’m willing to take. Ever .

“I’ve had a vasectomy. You won’t get pregnant.”

It’s so difficult to know which of his words to trust. So far I don’t think he’s lied to me, but he has a bad habit of manipulating the truth to get what he wants.

“Then why put me on birth control?”

He shrugs. “An extra precaution.”

If he had said it was for my benefit I definitely wouldn’t have believed him, but it was for him. Of course, it was. “You’re still not coming inside me.”

He drops his head, his long hair a curtain to hide his emotions behind. When he looks back up he’s grinning. “Fine. I won’t finish in you, this time. Ready for more?”

I nod quickly, hoping to get this over with. He sinks back into me. My eyes water with relief as he fills that empty aching space he left.

No, no, no .

I can’t enjoy this.

His tongue circles my nipples, one at a time, playing with them gently as he fucks me slowly. Each inch of him is agonizing. Any other person would think they’d just ascended to heaven from how good he feels, but I feel like I’m being shot straight down to the fiery pits of hell.

I need to tell him to stop. The agreement was I set the rules, but with each touch I’m losing more of my mind.

“Faster,” I breathe out, hoping I can get him to finish before me.

I’ve never come without my clit being touched before and that’s not about to change now.

Grabbing my hips, he pulls me down onto him as he thrusts forward.

I grab onto his biceps, digging my nails in harshly while trying to separate myself from my body. It’s impossible. I feel him over every inch of me.

“That’s it, little viper, take my cock. Mold yourself to it, because it’s the only one you’ll ever have from now on.”

His thrusts start to get more erratic and I know he must be close.

“Not inside me!”

“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out. I’m about to sigh in relief that I’ve actually won, but his hips keep thrusting and he fucks my clit instead. The pierced head of his cock hammering away at the sensitive nerves. Each solid nub of his Jacob’s Ladder grinding against me makes me scream in both frustration and pleasure. I push against his chest, but he’s an immovable wall. With a harsh grunt, he comes, coating my pussy in his hot come.

My muscles squeeze down on nothing and for a split second, I wish he was still inside me.

“No!” I grit out. But it’s too late. The slick feel of him sliding along the outside of my pussy sets my whole body off.

Back arching, toes curling, I come with his enraptured face heating my body even further.

It feels like the longest orgasm of my life. Each second dragging out, my body coating in sweat as it takes everything out of me. When it finally subsides I can’t move.

He leans down to kiss me, but I turn my face away. “Get off me.” My protest is weak, but the intent remains clear.

My body starts to cool and I suddenly feel everything. The uncomfortable feeling of cold sweat, the weight of him on top of me, and the sticky mess between my legs.

I should have known he’d twist my request for him not to come inside me into something worse. “I need to shower,” my voice is hoarse with unshed tears.

“Later. I’m not quite ready to let you go.” Bones’ tone is light. He knows he’s won. The bastard thinks I’m actually his now.

I suppose I am.

Bones tricked me with those piercings and I lost.

He trails his fingers along my pussy, swirling them through our mix of come, before bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean. “I want to see you this messy with my come every day,” he says with glee.

“You’re a twisted motherfucker!” I snarl and drag myself up the bed away from him, but my elbows give out from exhaustion before I reach the pillows.

He pulls me up the rest of the way and lies down next to me, bringing my back to his chest to spoon me.

“You must be tired after two huge orgasms,” he sounds so happy with himself.

“They weren’t that big.” It’s a pathetic response, but it’s all my sex-rattled brain can come up with.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through me doesn’t help my sleepy body. My eyelids grow heavy and the more I’m coming down from my orgasm, the easier it is for sleep to take me.

“I fucking hate you,” I tell him quietly as I drift off. His response is to hold me closer and kiss the top of my head.

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