CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

I would have already done anything he asked.

I was so recklessly addicted to this man that he could have told me the sky was purple and I would have agreed.

It should have been frightening how devastatingly gone I was over him. I should have been concerned.

Terrified.

I barely knew him.

It hadn't even been a month.

He was a killer.

His house killed women.

But then he was peering at me as if the entire universe revolved around me and ... I was lost.

I was so completely and hopelessly at peace.

"Last chance, Little Blue." His head lowered to the tattered front of my slip where my left breast poked out. "Give me your pretty soul and I will give you fucking everything."

Despite the raw edge my body was already on the verge of, I chuckled thickly at his words. My fingers were in his dark strands, twisting and fisting. Holding him to me as he took the offering into his mouth. My eyes closed at the pooling sensation of desire that flooded me. The tender fire of need that pulsed between my legs. I was already so close and he'd barely done anything.

"Thoran..."

He sank his teeth into my nipple and tugged until I gasped with the shock of electricity that coursed through me.

"Admitting defeat, my love?"

The sound of ripping fabric filled the room as his hard hands tore my slip further down my body, unveiling me to the pursuit of his mouth.

"Never," I breathed and caught the corner of my mouth with my teeth as his wandering exploration brought him to my aching mound.

He hummed softly deep in his throat, his face inches from the junction of my thighs. "Maybe I need to bring out the big guns." He reached over and parted my lips, baring my swollen clit to the chill in the room. "Maybe I'll bring you so close to release and stop and make you wait until after the wedding."

"No..." My thoughts scattered when he smoothed his finger over my slippery clit. My hips rose to follow his taunt.

"No?" His finger danced around my opening. Tracing the tight ring before pressing forward. "You want to cum, baby?"

The pressure of him stretching me open sent my mind reeling. I no longer even knew what game we were playing. All that mattered was how badly I needed him inside me.

At any cost.

"Thoran, please..." I begged, clutching the pillow under my head to keep from dragging him over me by the hair and demanding he do what he kept promising.

The irony wasn't lost on me.

I'd spent my entire life dreading the day Jarrett would hold me down and violate me. But staring down the length of my flushed body to the twin pools of gold peering back at me and all I wanted was to be violated and ravaged. I wanted his weight molding me into the mattress. I wanted his hands holding me in place as he forced my body to comply to his demands.

The man holding my sanity in his hands rose. His balled fist dug a crater into the foam at my hip as he stretched his beautiful body across mine to the end table. The drawer rattled as he pulled it open and fished inside. I watched, barely breathing as he pulled a long row of shiny, silver packets.

I knew what condoms and birth control were. I knew they existed in many varieties, but I was raised with the understanding that my job was to give Jarrett a son no matter the cost. Even though I was fairly certain he already had a few he barely acknowledged. But Thoran seemed to be perfectly fine, not getting me pregnant.

"Why?" I asked, watching him tear the foil with his teeth.

He seemed to freeze at my question. His chin lifted until I was caught in the fire in his eyes.

"You want me to cum in you, love?"

My cheeks warmed. "If you want."

A deep growl vibrated across his chest, and he leaned in to close his mouth over mine in a hot, greedy claim. "There is nothing that gets me harder than the idea of pumping you so full of my spunk you leak for days, but no babies. Not yet. I fucking want them. A hundred of them with you. The thought of you big and round with my baby fucking kills me, but not yet."

I didn't argue that. I had never been sure I wanted children. Not with Jarrett. But I wanted as many as Thoran would give me. Just not yet.

When I didn't protest, he pulled back and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweats. The black fabric was dragged down over his hips. I watched him bob free of the confines. Watched him stand thick and heavy between us. The fat head was leaking and my mouth water at the memory of his salty tang spreading over my tongue.

It must have shown on my face because Thoran chuckled. "What did I tell you about objectifying him?"

I could only stare as the rubber was pulled down the smooth shaft. "He's so beautiful," I said.

Thoran grunted as his hand closed over the rock-hard bulge and stroked a few times. I watched and wished I was the one doing that.

"You keep staring at him like that, sweetheart, and I'm going to blush."

I felt myself smile. He returned it with a grin as he moved to me. His weight and heat found their home in my arms. Between my legs. My arms curled around his shoulders, dragging him closer.

"I have to tell you something," I breathed into his mouth. "I've never done this before."

Thoran's arm hooked around my waist and I was lifted into the curve of his body. "I'll be gentle," he promised. "But it'll hurt a little the first time."

I nodded that I understood. It dawned on me that I was shivering in anticipation and a touch of uncertainty.

I expected him to slam into me. Instead, his hand was splayed across my belly. His thumb was between my lips, rubbing my clit.

"Look at me, Naya," he prompted, breathing each word into my mouth. "I want to watch you cum on my cock. That's it," he whispered when I rolled my hips against his hand. "Get nice and ready for me."

"I'm ready," I promised, heart slamming between us. "I want this. You."

His groan burned my lips. He said nothing as he reached between our bodies and took himself in hand. I felt his head nudge my opening and I stiffened.

"Shhhh," he murmured. "He'll feel so good once he's inside you, Naya. He'll stretch your tight cunt until you're begging me to fuck you. To pound him so deep..."

So lost in his delicious promises, I didn't expect him to plunge into me until the searing pain invaded my body and snatched the air from my lungs.

My head flung back as my body tore in two at the colliding pain and pleasure that jerked my hips off the mattress.

"Thoran!"

My nails ripped into the muscles of his back. Anchoring me to something solid when I was adrift in my euphoria.

He snarled into my bared throat. "Fuck! Naya! Fuck, you're so tight. So fucking wet."

His hips moved slowly, giving me time to adjust. I could feel his restraint in the coils of his back muscles bulging and flexing under my hands. His arms vibrating around me. He was trying so hard to be gentle.

"More," I panted into his ear.

I opened my legs to prove I was ready.

I wasn't.

Nothing could have prepared me for the raw, pressure of having a foreign appendage in what felt like the size and length of my forearm rock inside me. The motions quickened and the discomfort was immediately replaced by a different sensation. A hotter one. One that made my toes curl and my back arch.

"Thoran..."

"I know, baby. Christ, you're fucking killing me. Your cunt was made for me. Fucking made for my cock." He was breathing hard. Sweat glistened at his temples, sticking dark strands to his skin. "Cum for me, Naya." His thrusts deepened. The base of his body hit my clit, driving me closer to the edge.

Instinctively, I dug my heels into the mattress and met him, grinding my hips to add more friction.

Thoran snarled. His fists twisted into the ruined shreds of my nightgown as he gripped me to him and raised his head.

His face was a mask of blood thirsty desire. It was wild and hungry, and I was terrified and lightheaded, and I never wanted him to stop.

But he slowed and matched my inexperienced attempts. His hips rolled with mine, driving me deeper until my thighs were quivering and I was screaming as my orgasm came out of nowhere and tore me in two.

I might have died a little as my body broke around the steel length of him. It was too much.

Thoran caught my hands pushing at his shoulders and pinned them to the pillow under my thrashing head.

"Oh, I'm not done, sweetheart." He chuckled darkly into my ear, his penis shoving impossibly deeper. "That was just the appetizer."

He refused to stop even when I was a damp, quivering lump of useless flesh sucking at the torture device still hard inside me. It felt like hours of him never letting me down. Just when I could feel my orgasm peak and wane, he was forcing a fresh one on me.

"I can't," I sobbed into his shoulder. "Please. Please, no more."

"One more," he urged, the thumb wedged between our bodies rolling my sensitive clit. "One more, Naya."

I was shaking my head, but my traitorous body was already heaving. Already pumping to meet his hard, even thrusts.

"That's it. That's it. Cum with me, love. Show me how badly you want my cum in your greedy, little cunt."

I lost the rest of his filthy words as my ears buzzed and I whined what must have been my twentieth orgasm. Only this time, it was followed by a hot surge of heat exploding deep in my body and I gasped.

"Fuck," he wheezed into my neck. "Naya."

The sound of my name coming out of him in a weak, desperate whimper seized my walls around him. He moaned and pumped deeper despite being semi soft.

"You're fucked, baby," he panted into my ear. "Now that she's mine, I'm going to use and abuse the shit out of her. I'm going to fuck you every chance I get." He raised his face to kiss me, and I clung weakly to him until he pulled away.

He rose off me and padded into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later with a glass of water and a wet rag I knew would be ice cold before it even touched me.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it'll help," he said when I jumped at the contact. "Drink."

I took the water and sipped slowly while he cupped the square of cloth against my tender flesh. Our eyes never lost contact and I waited to feel embarrassed, but nothing ever came.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked after I finished the whole glass of water.

I shook my head. "A little at first, but I thought it would be worse."

It would have been with Jarrett. He wouldn't have been gentle. He wouldn't have put me first or made sure I was ready. That was the difference.

He took the glass and placed it on the nightstand. He helped me discard the ruined remains of my slip, grinning slightly at the state of it before tossing it to the floor. The sheets were pulled around me and he reached for the lamp.

"Wait." I grabbed his arm. "Can ... can we please leave it on?" I chewed the corner of my lip. "Please?"

His warm attention searched my face, but he gradually drew his hands back and rose. He asked no questions when sliding beneath the sheets and pulling me into his arms.

"Get some rest," he said into the top of my head. "That was just round one."