Stop it!
Breathe!
Fight!
It’s just a drug.
It can’t control you.
But it could.
It did.
I cried harder, even as my hand drifted to my core.
“You’re stronger than I gave you credit for.” His voice was thicker, darker, full of sand and storms. “But I suggest you stop fighting and give in. The elixir can either grant you a night of unbelievable pleasure, or…it can bury you in the pits of despair. You don’t have a choice, Eleanor Grace. Your body is primed to come over and over and over again. Some goddesses can have upward of thirty orgasms in one session. There is nothing you can do about that fact. It’s just science, reprograming your nervous system to need sex as much as you need air.” He half-smiled, wicked and unrepentant. “Now, stand up. Come here.”
It took everything inside, but the sliver of promise that I might be freed from this torment hoisted me to my feet.
He cocked his head, looking at me from head to toe as I stood tear-smudged and wild with demoralizing moisture dripping down my legs. “You really have fallen far from your prim little pride, haven’t you?”
I didn’t reply.
I couldn’t.
I just let my body take over, swaying to the pulses inside my empty core. I fell a little deeper, sucking in a haggard inhale.
“That’s it. Let it take over.” His voice lowered to a rumble. “There’s no shame in reverting to what we all are beneath our lies.”
My insides clenched as my clit sparked with another release from his baritone alone.
He let me suffer in silence for a few seconds before he barked, “Come here and show me.” He snapped his fingers. “Show me that you’ve stopped fighting. Let me see what my guests will enjoy.”
My eyes flashed wide, struggling to comprehend.
When I didn’t move, he murmured, “Remove your underwear.”
In any normal situation, I’d tell him to fuck off. I’d spit in his face. I’d run the other way. I’d be reckless with my life, all because propriety said it was better to die trying to escape than protect your existence by obeying.
But…this wasn’t a normal situation.
I’d fallen far, far from normal.
I had no free will anymore—a slave entirely to my libido.
I was his puppet. I was anyone’s puppet who promised satisfaction.
And so, I hooked my fingers in the elastic of the white, drenched underwear and pulled them down. The grey jumper whispered against my skin, touching my breasts, my belly, my butt.
I shuddered as cool air licked around my over-sensitive flesh. Another full-body clench hinted that in another few minutes, the substance inside me would’ve taken over so completely, I would be able to come from no stimulation at all.
“Pull up your clothing.” He shifted his hips, the tip of his cock blatantly obvious, imprisoned against his stomach. His suit jacket splayed on either side, framing his mirroring greed.
I winced as my fingernails caught my thighs, pulling the heavy hem of the baggy jumper up and up.
I revealed myself to him.
I stood there, baring my pussy, letting him stare at the tidily shaved part of me that only two boys had ever seen, and I felt no self-consciousness. No shame. No anything.
I only felt heavy and hungry and swept up in the heat of it all.
I liked him staring.
His eyes made my clit pound and tiny fissures of release coil in my belly. I didn’t care about right or wrong. I only cared about how he made me feel.
And fuck…I felt high.
I’d never been so drunk on sex in my entire life.
“I’m going to charge double for you, my dangerous Jinx.”
I blinked, narrowing my eyes against the strange address. But he could call me whatever he damn well wanted if he had the antidote to my disease.
Shifting again, he unzipped his trousers and shoved down his black boxer-briefs. The angry veins of his cock pulsed with a similar relentless pursuit to come.
God, he’d fill every inch of me. He’d pulverize me. His thrusts would splinter me apart, fragmentize every thought, and demolish any memory of who I’d been.
But he didn’t invite me to replace his hand. He just kept staring, stroking himself with white-knuckled starvation.
Exquisitely slowly, he placed his other hand upright on the arm of the white couch. His fingers splayed upward like blades.
I licked my lips.
My belly flipped.
“Come closer.” His voice no longer resembled anything human. We’d both left that realm for dark, dripping places.
I obeyed without question.
I had no more questions. No more guilt or worry. I only had lust and pain.
Pain!
Please…help me.
“You’ve shown me yours, and I’ve shown you mine.” His gaze tore from my pussy, then landed on his upturned hand. “Now sit.”
I didn’t need any other commandments.
I wouldn’t play coy and ask what he meant.
I couldn’t play stupid and blush and deflect like any normal girl in this nightmarish situation.
I merely moved forward, positioned myself over his hand, then sank, of my own desperate volition, onto two of his upturned fingers.