Chapter 7

Amelia

It's been over two hours since Cronos left, I waited out on the porch for him but gave up after an hour. I've showered and stole another one of his shirts to sleep in. I can't stop replaying our disagreement over and over again in my head. I had no idea he felt so deeply for me, the fact he came to Chicago to confess how he felt about me rendered me speechless. If only he had looked deeper he would have seen there was no real happiness, it was all a mask, a show for everyone else. He had no idea the horrors I was facing behind closed doors and I have no one else to blame but myself.

I snuggle down lower in the bed and pull the covers up to my chin. This freaking cabin is freezing and I don't want to sleep in front of the fire and have him thinking that I was waiting for him this whole time, when in truth I have been but he doesn't need to know that. I close my eyes and try to force myself to sleep but the instant that I do, I hear the sound of his truck pulling up. I swallow and clench my eyes shut, trying to fake sleep, my breaths labored as anticipation of his arrival builds.

Will he come find me?

Does he still want me to go?

Those thoughts plague me as I hear the front door open and his heavy footfalls on the wooden floor. I slip one hand lower and place it over my growing bump, I was selfish coming here but he wasn't wrong. I knew he wouldn't turn me away or judge me for being pregnant to someone I don't love. I hear him coming down the hallway and stiffen. I try to relax and even out my breathing but the moment he enters the room my breath hitches giving me away. I can feel his gaze boring into the back of my head but I'm too much of a coward to roll over and face him.

"Tell me to get the fuck out and to not touch you and I will." His words have my breaths quickening. I try to control them as I slowly sit up and turn to face him. The dim lighting from the moon doesn't illuminate his features but I know him well enough to know those brown eyes have turned dark with lust.

"I don't want you to go," I say boldly. Some may think this is wrong, wanting another man while I am carrying another's child but fuck them because the truth is, I never stopped wanting Cronos—I just didn't know how to admit that shit.

"This is purely physical, Meelz." Pain slices through me but I get it, we both need this release but neither of us wants more and I respect that. A relationship is the last thing I need right now, the last one was enough to put me off for life.

"Okay," I whisper. He glides across the room, only stopping when he stands before me at the edge of the bed. I know what he likes and how he likes it. He may be a lot younger than me but when it comes to what happens in our sex life, he is the one who is more skilled and dominant, he knows exactly what he is doing and how to do it. Given what I have lived through the past year, I need that type of control. I need him to fix what someone else broke inside of me.

"Same rules as before." The husky lilt to his voice sends a shiver down my spine. He reaches out and grips my arms, forcing me to my knees. "I need the words, angel," he rasps out as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. The instant his tongue touches my skin I moan.

"Any discomfort, I tell you. If you push a hard limit, I stop you. You may be the one giving the orders but I'm the one in control, always." I recite his rules aloud, knowing he needs to hear them. I don't know why he always needs me to say them but I know if I don't he won't touch me.

He sucks the lobe of my ear into his mouth, drawing a sharp gasp from me as he releases it. "Good girl, angel." His whispered words have me clenching my thighs together in anticipation. "Lose the shirt," he demands as he pulls back and crosses his arms over his chest. I shakily grip the hem of my shirt and slowly pull it over my head, a hiss escaping him when he takes in the sight of my nakedness. When Cronos looks at you, it's like the sun is kissing your skin. The heat of his gaze scorches my skin, sending delicious shivers down my spine. "Next time, we're doing this how I like." His promise of what is to come has me reaching out and gripping his shirt. He helps me lift it over his head.

The moment that tattoo with my name comes into view I pause. I never felt like I meant enough to anyone to warrant them wanting something so permanent etched into their skin. I trace the lines of the ink, relishing in the way he trembles beneath my touch. He doesn't stop me when I trail my fingers lower. When I reach the button of his jeans, I flick my gaze to his and hold it as I pop the button and slowly lower the zipper. I push his pants down but leave his boxers on. Cronos likes aspects of control in the bedroom and me making a move without his consent means he will punish me by not allowing me to come.

"Remove them." I eagerly obey his order and push the boxers down his legs. The moment his cock springs free, my vision is laser focused on it, I forgot how big he is. Having him inside me again is going to sting, but knowing the pleasure he can wring out of me has my thighs clenching.

"Can I taste you?" His nostrils flare as he peers down at me.

"On your knees before me, now." I scramble to get off the bed and obey but the instant I try to lower to my knees he grips my arm stopping me. I snap my gaze to his, worrying that he has changed his mind. My worries are put to rest when he grabs a pillow and drops it to the floor. Normally he would have his fingers tangled in my hair and shoving me to the ground. He helps me lower to my knees and this tender side of him in the bedroom shocks me. Until it dawns on me, he is being gentle because of the baby, my heart fucking melts inside my chest. "Hands behind your back."

I do as he demands and interlock my fingers behind my back, keeping my gaze on his as I open my mouth. I feign for his taste, before him I never liked blow jobs or even enjoyed them but Cronos flipped a switch inside me. I not only love giving them to him, I get off on it. Just the taste of him makes me wet, I can already feel how slick I am between my thighs.

Gripping his shaft, he pumps it once exhaling a loud hiss. Rather than slipping his cock inside my mouth, he rubs it on my cheek, smearing his pre-cum across both sides. I turn my head, trying to capture him but he uses his other hand to tangle in my hair and keep me still.

"Please!" I beg, making his eyes blaze.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"I want it so bad, I need to taste you on my tongue and down my throat." My tone is needy to my own ears but I can't find it within myself to care. With him I have never had to pretend, I can just be me without fear of him judging me for my darker tastes.

"This time you get only my cock but next time, you'll be sucking someone else's while I watch, am I clear?" A wanton moan escapes me. Rather than waiting for my answer, he rewards me by finally pushing his cock inside my mouth. My jaw aches with the effort of opening wide enough to fit him without scraping his shaft with my teeth. The instant my lips wrap around him, he throws his head back and groans. "Fuck, angel, suck me!"

I do just that. His hold on my hair loosens enough for me to find my rhythm as I bob up and down on his cock. I know he's waiting to disrupt my tempo and I long for that moment, for the beast inside him to takeover and fuck my face. I swirl my tongue along his shaft as I pull back, relishing in the sound that rips out of him.

"Fuck, you're such a dirty girl aren't you, angel?" he growls as he begins to thrust his hips, forcing me to gag—the sound and sight of me gagging on his dick always gets him off. He loves it when spit trails down my chin and tears leak from my eyes. He continues to fuck my face. I breathe through my nose trying to take him as deep as I can but I've never been able to master that talent, he's too big. My throat is growing hoarse from gagging so much, but the sight of my tears only feeds the demon inside him.

It's crazy how I can trust him so easily. Even after everything I have endured, I know without an ounce of doubt that Cronos would never hurt me physically. As if sensing my mind has wandered elsewhere he pulls his cock free, kneels in front of me and uses the strands of my hair to tug my head back, his other hand gripping my chin, forcing my mouth open. He spits in my mouth then shoves three fingers inside. I gag around his digits.

"When my cock is in your mouth, that is all you think about!" he snarls, then yanks his fingers free. I suck in lungfuls of air. He pushes back to his feet and tugs me to mine by my hair. "Bend over the side of the bed and spread your fucking legs." I place my hands flat on the edge and spread my legs like he orders, his hands gripping the globes of my ass. "I miss watching you get fucked, Meelz."

I turn and peer back at him over my shoulder, the sight of him lowering to his knees behind me has heat spreading throughout my body. He uses his hold on my cheeks to part them. I tense in anticipation. He spits and I moan the instant I feel it sliding down my ass. He catches it with his tongue and prods my hole, my fingertips grip the sheets.

"Cronos!" I plead, needing him to tend to the ache he's caused between my thighs, my clit throbbing, needing attention. I squeal in surprise when he lands a swift smack to my ass. When he repeats the move, a moan tumbles free this time. The second his tongue slides through my folds and touches my clit I scream out, a shudder working its way through my body when he sucks it into his mouth. I press back against him. He grips my hips and holds me in place as he eats my pussy like a man on a mission.