Trembling, I lifted my mouth for his, needing to taste him. He didn’t give me what I wanted. Instead, he held his mouth further away from mine, watching me chase his lips. Torrin pulled back, and I followed him up, pushing him over onto his back as he glared up at me.
“If I were you, I’d stop before you end up fucked, Lexia,” he rumbled gutturally, causing a smirk to spread playfully over my lips. His voice was sex and lust, both dripping into my soul with a need to make him crawl through glass for the orgasm he craved.
“Lie back and shut up, Torrin,” I ordered, watching the muscle in his jaw pulse at being given a command. In his position, I was betting no one had the balls to demand anything of this man. No one but me, and I was enjoying the darkness that entered his pretty frost-colored eyes from being ordered around.
Torrin opened his mouth to argue, but my head dropped, and I slid my tongue over the stiff length of the sensitive side of his shaft, stealing a sharp hiss from him. Peering up to hold his stare, I worked my tongue in small, calculated circles, daring him to tell me to stop. Smiling at him in victory, I sucked the sensitive side of his cock between my teeth, holding his hungry glare. I leaned over, pushing the curtain of my hair away from my face to kiss the hard, etched lines of his abdomen with my tongue. He tasted like a sin that I wanted to know, like a tattoo on my soul, so fucking deep that he’d always be there.
His languid eyes emboldened me, making me want to learn every hard line of his stomach. I nipped his skin, biting just hard enough to leave a red mark, and his eyes narrowed, growing hooded with the show of teeth I’d given him. My tongue slid over the skin I’d pinched between my teeth as my hand tightened on his length, moaning hungrily when I released the skin.
“You’re about to end up fucking wrecked,” Torrin snapped.
I sat up slowly, sliding my hand down my belly to tease my core before pushing my fingers into it while he watched. My gaze flicked to his mouth, watching him sucking his lips clean while I shivered at the intensity of his fiery glare. I then lifted my hand to his heated mouth that scorched my fingers while he sucked them slowly, working his tongue around them without lowering his eyes.
I lifted his cock, and licked around the tip methodically. Torrin sat back on his elbows, studying me through heavily hooded eyes, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth.
Taking him into my heated mouth, I wondered at my brazenness with him. Normally, I didn’t shed my inhibitions, but this male made me want to be bold with him. I wanted to make him powerless while I took his control away. I needed to see him brought down a peg and rendered to nothing but raw, broken need from my actions.
“Suck me, woman,” Torrin growled, watching me gradually working him deeper between my lips.
His voice had bordered on rage and excitement, yet it was controlled. His body tensed beneath my touch, which wasn’t what normally happened. Men normally softened against attention, growing weaker while I kissed them or pleasured their body with my tongue. Torrin grew harder, more demanding while he studied my lips and my movements. He didn’t bend or become weak against my care, never shedding control.
I slowly withdrew him from my mouth, watching the fire igniting in his eyes with a silent threat of violence. He didn’t want me to stop, and I didn’t plan to either. However, he wasn’t in control at this moment. I was.
My nails slipped over the rigid length, and he growled softly in warning, his eyes slitting to angry lines. I tilted my head, kissing the pulse at the base of his thick erection. His hand moved, gripping his cock before stroking it slowly.
Torrin ran his erection against my cheek, the large tip glistening with arousal. My head tilted further, dragging my lips over the stiff length while my tongue traced the veins, hyperaware of how hard his cock throbbed with his need for release. The heat of his stare burned all of my emotions, leaving them in a pile of dust on the sheets.
I closed myself off, pushing Alexandria away and bringing out Lexia, the mindless warrior who waged battles strategically. I moved onto my knees, kissing the thick tip before I took him to his base without warning. His sharp intake of breath and the gasp of disbelief that escaped his throat intensified my need to bring this gloriously dominant male to his knees at my feet. Slowly, I pulled up while he watched me through eyes that burned brighter than the moon ever could dream of shining.
Sucking him deeper into the tight confines of my throat, I swallowed around him while holding his stare. He groaned while pumping his hips slowly upward, holding my head where he wanted it with my hair. My lips created suction, and my other hand released his cock to grab his balls, applying pressure to the tightening skin that sat below his throbbing length.
“Gods damn, woman,” he said raspily, his voice filled with gravel.
Torrin shed whatever control he’d held, pumping against my mouth while he used the tight shaft of my throat that cradled him like a sheath.
I was fearless. I sucked harder, licking his soft underside while he fucked my mouth mercilessly. His hand wrenched my hair, forcing me back onto my knees to reposition us until I was on all fours before him. He was on his knees, pushing against my lips, demanding entrance. He thrust into my throat until he was cradled deep within it. He clenched my chin as harsh fingers angled my face, demanding my eyes hold his pale, wintery stare.
“You look so pretty sucking my cock. Now fucking swallow me, woman,” Torrin growled, taking control from me while he leaned over, pushing his thickened length further into my throat. His hand slid down my spine, cupping my ass cheek before he squeezed it hard, slapping against the cheek once, causing my eyes to roll up and meet his heated depths.
I moaned around the thickness buried deep in my throat. Torrin’s touch seared my flesh, causing it to tingle with heightened awareness. His palm slapped my ass again, and I gasped around his cock, groaning with pleasure while he studied my reaction.
The offending hand rubbed slowly, giving the reddening skin some care after he’d punished it roughly. Again his hand lifted, slapping against my heated, aching flesh. Instead of being offended or reacting as a normal, sane person would, I grew crazed with the need to savage his cock with my throat. His eyes glowed with banked heat as the muscles in his stomach tightened, and my legs spread, giving him unobstructed access to my most private parts.
He watched me while his fingers slid over the globe of my tender ass and pushed through the slickness that coated my sex. I wasn’t just wet for him; I was drenched. Slickness coated my inner thighs, and his fingers slid into my body, moving deep without warning. I cried out around him, staring into eyes that danced with the knowledge of how fucked up I really was.
“I want to make you come,” he admitted, searching my eyes, finding the denial burning in them. “You want to come, don’t you?” he growled raspily, adding another finger.
My body clenched, sucking him deeper with the need for more while neglected muscles burned from being stretched. His voice was filled with need, and it unraveled the tightening in my belly.
I started to back up, but Torrin shook his head, abandoning my pleasure to take his. His hands gripped my hair until my scalp burned, screaming with pain as he used it to guide himself deeper into my throat faster.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, thrusting his hips while I sucked harder.
My hand moved, sliding between my thighs to find my core while he noted what I did. His body was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, every sinewy muscle rippling with his growing release. He tensed, which was the only warning of his impending orgasm as he thrust deeper than any male had before him.
I swallowed as he filled my throat, then shifted away from him. Turning onto my back, I pushed my fingers through my arousal-covered apex. Slowly, I moved them until an orgasm danced on the edge while Torrin watched me. I removed my hands and balled them into fists while turning onto my stomach with my ass in the air. I screamed into the blankets from the pain that denying my need caused my aching cunt. M
y entire body tightened, throbbing with the need to finish. Pain gripped my sex, clamping and constricting with the orgasm’s denial.
I was a fire burning out of control that charred my sensitive flesh and scorched everything in its wake. Hot tears stung my eyes. My body clenched and unclenched with pent up need. I threw my head back, inhaling and exhaling slowly before moving from the bed, heading for the cold bath.
Torrin had watched something personal unfolding, and I hadn’t meant to take it that far. I hadn’t expected my body to be that turned on from giving him pleasure. Not so much that I’d need to force it to the edge and then let the pain sink in to prevent it from becoming that throbbing need that pulsed for hours.
I slipped from the bed and into the icy cold water of the tub, washing my body that was bathed in sweat from being turned on by the sick shit he did to me.
“Get dressed,” he ordered, and I nodded without turning to see where he was.
Instead, I slid beneath the watery surface, washing away the pain that the refusal caused within my core. Embarrassment rushed through me, and regret that I’d let him see that happen ripped through me. Worse, frustration that I’d thought I could take control from him. He was a freaking legendary warlord, and I’d thought my stupid ass held enough power to take his control? Get a grip—but without it being around his cock in my throat.
Slipping out of the bath, I grabbed the drying cloth while he held his back to me. I didn’t feel shame for what I’d done. I’d felt powerful, and I’d found a weakness within him. He needed to unleash his anger, and I wasn’t afraid of what he wanted to do with me. In fact, his dominance was the only thing I liked about him.
Dropping the cloth, I grabbed my panties, slowly slipping them on while giving him my back. My pants went on next, and I gradually released the breath I’d held. Cocking my head to the right, I listened to the silence in the room. Turning, I found Torrin right behind me, so close to where I stood that he could have grabbed me if he’d wanted to do so.
“Finish dressing, now,” he growled, moving past me to grab his clothes.
I pulled on the skintight top that compressed my breasts, making my form unpleasing. I reached for the scabbards that normally adorned my hips to house my blade and then lifted my attention to the male, silently watching me.
“I want my blades back,” I demanded, daring him to argue.
“If you think sucking me off makes us friends or allies, you’re wrong. You don’t get them back until I decide you can have them back,” he grunted, glaring at me. His stare dipped to my tongue, darting out from between my lips, licking over the swollenness he’d created.
“You’re a bastard. You know I’m basically your bitch because you have my brother, yet you still won’t trust me. Scared I might best you and leave you nothing more than a corpse for the monsters of your bastard king’s kingdom to feast upon?”
Torrin snorted, trudging toward me. The look sparkling in his eyes caused my heart to kick up, speeding rapidly until the thudding of it echoed in my head. He stopped in front of me, and I stepped back, turning to move away from him. I couldn’t think with him close to me, like the moment he was near, all coherent thought was sucked out of my head and replaced with dark pleasure that had no right to be there or surging through my veins.
I made it less than a step away from Torrin before he gripped a handful of my hair, jerking my body against his. He walked me backward, forcing me up against the wall, searching my face before locking his gaze to mine.
“Get the fuck off me,” I hissed coldly. “You have no right to touch me unless I say otherwise. Don’t think me sucking you off gives you any control over me. I know your kind, and I don’t care for them or you, one little fucking bit.”
Torrin froze in place, dragging his eyes to my lips before lifting them to hold my stare prisoner. His nostrils flared as we stood silently glaring at one another. His hand lifted without warning, pushing against my throat while his mouth crushed against mine. He consumed me, fucking my mouth with his tongue without warning. A husky moan slipped from my lungs, only to be captured by his starving lips.
His tongue plunged, caressed, and speared into my mouth like he was using his cock instead of his tongue. Taking my breath away, he fed it back to me while his hand tightened against my throat, forcing the air to dry up. His knee pushed against my apex, and I whimpered with what little breath he’d left me. My hands rose to his chest, and he pulled back, capturing them with one hand in a hard grip above my head.
Wintery eyes held mine, and he smiled cruelly. “You suck good dick, bitch. I didn’t assume it changed anything between us, other than you allowing me to use your needy throat to plunge my cock into,” he laughed icily, brushing his nose against the shell of my ear. “You don’t know me or my kind. I’m the monster who enjoys making pretty girls scream and cry while they writhe in pain beneath me as I fucking devour their souls. You fight me, and it turns me on. Thank you for sucking cock like the good, dirty little bitch you are. Don’t assume that it changes shit between us. You’re my captive; I’m the one in charge. For the record, the only control you will ever have over me will be the control I allow you to think you have at that moment. Like when you sucked me off. You held no power, Lexia. You just thought you did because I allowed you to think it was possible. It isn’t,” he uttered, scorching my earlobe with his heated breath. His teeth nipped at it, tugging it before he moved his head to run his nose against my cheek.
My chest rose and fell with anger. I wanted two things to happen. I wanted this prick to suffer before he left this world, and I wanted him to fucking own me inside and out, leaving me dominated in a broken pile of need that would never be completely whole again.
“Now, do as you’re told, so I don’t have to punish you.” Torrin brushed his lips against mine, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip, playing with it teasingly while running his tongue over the swollen tissue.
Releasing it, he stepped back all at once, which I hadn’t expected. My knees gave out, and I slid to the floor at his feet, staring up at him through defiant eyes that imagined him pitted and roasting over an open flame.
“Finish getting ready. I’d get off your fucking knees. You look entirely too perfect on them. You’re making my dick hard, bitch.” He turned on his heel, moving toward the bed once more.
I stood without warning, moving toward him. He turned on me when I reached him. My foot rose rapidly, slamming into his groin before he could foresee the move. The moment he doubled over in pain, I lifted my knee, pegging him in the nose.
“You suck my dick, bitch,” I hissed, seething with anger that fueled my rage.
I turned, rushing toward the door, but he grabbed me by my waist, tossing me across the room to bounce on the bed. Landing in a haphazard heap in the middle of it, I fought to regain air into my lungs. I gasped as he stalked toward me with anger, his muscles bunching with excitement at the idea of hurting me.
His hands clenched and released as he pounced, capturing me before I’d recovered from being onto the bed. I struggled against him, witnessing the intensity of his eyes as he hovered over me, shaking in anger. He pushed his hand on my throat and held me trapped against the bed with his viselike grip holding my wrists and the other holding my oxygen hostage.
“You are going to regret that, woman,” he snapped coldly.
Torrin picked me up and placed me over his knees. One hand jerked my pants down seconds before the other landed on my ass violently. Shock echoed through my mind, and I screamed out while he spanked me painfully. I dug my nails into his leg, and he laughed darkly, still slamming his open palm against my ass. Moaning, I slowed my struggles as pleasure from his rough treatment registered. His hand paused while my ass lifted for the next strike, and my spine arched for him to land it against the red flesh of my ass. Fingers danced over the sore tissue, running slowly against the tingling skin that stung.
“Hurt me again in anger, and I’ll do more than paint your
pretty ass red, you naughty little bitch. I enjoy your fight, but I’m not into pain. I’m into giving it and listening to pretty birds sing for more,” he growled, sliding his fingers through my clenching sex. I was more than turned on, which made me insane and unhinged, I was certain of it. “And you sing so pretty for me. Gods damn, you’re drenched.” He released me, pushing me off his lap onto the floor, smiling coldly as he peered down at me.
I turned toward him, fully intending to attack once more, but the sight of him cleaning my arousal from his fingers stopped me cold. It kindled a fire deep within me that rolled up to my nipples, pebbling them while it wrapped around them, sliding back down to flick across my clit until I shuddered. He smiled wickedly, watching my eyes growing hooded at the action. I could make out the hard muscle of his cock as he hissed, lowering his stare to where my thighs were slick with my heat.
He stood slowly, smiling as he made a sound like he’d tasted the rarest delicacy in the world. Hunching down, he pushed my wet hair behind my ear and sucked his lip between his teeth before releasing it.
“Fight it all you like, but you’re just like me. You’re a dark, twisted, sadistic bitch, and you enjoy me rough handling you. Lie to yourself if it helps you sleep at night, but your sex is soaked for me because it knows what I can give it. It wants what I can do, and so do you. You’re not a good girl. You’re a naughty one that craves someone who can bring you to your knees and break the thread of that fucking control you are forced to endure, day in and day out. It doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong. Which is exactly why you’ve never met anyone stronger than you who could take your control and force you to submit,” he said huskily. Torrin grabbed my hair, but he didn’t pull it. Instead, he pushed it away from my face, tucking it behind my ear before he placed a soft kiss on my forehead. “Come, they’re waiting for us so we can head out before the storm reaches our location.”
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