We both lost our last shreds of dignity.
I could pleasure.
I could be pleasured.
Everything to do with my body and Elder was right and perfect and pure.
His cock rippled in my mouth as I sank deeper, widening my jaw.
His fingers tore at my hair, ungentle and brutal but somehow utterly worshipping. “God. Fuck. Holy—” Sentences no longer fell from his mouth, just punctuation in the form of crude cursing.
The first droplet of salt teased my tongue, hinting that Elder wasn’t equipped with his usual stamina.
I loved it.
Loved that he was so undone that it would only take him seconds to come. That I had the control to make him do something he probably wouldn’t want to do.
Not yet anyway.
Not until he’d had his fill of my mouth.
I bit him gently as I slid as deep as I could go. Humming, I switched every trick I’d been taught and turned every disgusting skill I knew into something I was proud of.
I wasn’t a virgin.
I wasn’t pure.
But he knew that and accepted me anyway. He’d tried to rent me for pennies and buy my thoughts for millions and now he’d get my everything for free.
I whispered around his length. “You’re clean now. Every inch.”
His body jerked off the bed, his large hands splaying over my head. “Christ, stop.”
I didn’t.
He teetered on the edge. “Pim!”
I sucked harder.
“Stop!” Pushing me away, he hissed as his cock bounced and the smallest drop appeared on his crown; his face turned ugly with denied release. A few seconds while he glowered at the ceiling and chanted, “Not yet, not yet, not yet,” before he blinked and gave me a rueful, devilish smile.
Not one hint of injury.
Not one note of pain.
Only lust—the strongest drug of all.
“I’m in so much trouble with you.”
The smile on my lips wasn’t from me but from sex itself. I owned it. I matched him dirty for dirty. I was finally whole enough to admit it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He laughed, torture and addiction equal tones. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” He grabbed my hand. “You’re a temptress who’s going to give me a goddamn heart attack if she doesn’t get naked and sit on my cock right now.”
My entire body flushed. “I can’t.”
“You can.” He tugged me forward. “I’ll even show you how.” His attention fell to my rapidly breathing chest. “Undress, Pim. Let me see you.”
“I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because you need to rest.”
“I am resting. You’ve got me on my back, woman. I can barely see straight from wanting you. I’m utterly paralysed unless you fuck me.”
“Paralysed?”
“Completely.”
“That’s my fault.” My cheeks pinked. “I shouldn’t have sucked you.”
His face darkened, buying into my blush, the predator revealing itself. “If you knew you shouldn’t, then why did you?”
“I couldn’t help it.”
His throat worked as he swallowed. “Why couldn’t you help it?”
His questions sent yet more liquid heat pooling. “I needed you in my mouth.”
He groaned loud. “And I need you on my cock.”
“We shouldn’t have sex.”
“Who said anything about sex?” He visibly trembled. “This isn’t sex, Pim.”
“It is sex.” I stumbled as he yanked me harder against the bed. “It’s—”
“It’s so much more than just sex.” His tongue wet his bottom lip, sending another coil of desire. “It’s the only thing keeping me alive right now.”
Every second we discussed reasons for yes and no, my mind blacked out every argument. We needed this. But I also needed him to be healthy.
And this…it wouldn’t be healthy.
“We can’t.” Standing firm, I tilted my chin. “Not until you’re stronger.”
His eyes blackened. “Stronger?”
“Better.”
“I am better.” He never looked away as he grabbed the IV needle and yanked it from his hand. “See? All better.”
Throwing the medicine off the bed, his voice slipped to dangerous seduction. “Now strip, Pimlico, and get into bed. I won’t ask again.”
Chapter Thirteen
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Elder
IF SHE WANTED a fight, I’d give her a fight.
Even broken and living in eternal damnation, I would happily leap off the bed and chase her if she so much as looked at the door.
Compared to the agony she’d injected into my cock, my body could shut the fuck up. Sex wasn’t just a pastime to indulge in anymore; it was my cure.
Literally, figuratively—every way I needed.
“Naked. Now, Pim.”
Nibbling on her lower lip, she slowly nodded.
Despite my urgent desire, my show of strength and belief at being able to pounce on her was as fictional as my ability to fly.
Only, she doesn’t need to know that.
As far as Pim was concerned, I was one hundred percent better and in total control of my faculties.
Inhaling like wary prey, she grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it over her head. Bare breasts beckoned: perfectly rounded flesh with pert pink nipples.
The agony in my cock grew to mind-seizing discomfort.
It hadn’t escaped my notice that she was no longer in her Bruised by Beauty gown. It lay discarded and torn over a chair—almost a voyeur to us now.