Page 45 of Gold Mine (The Diamond Trilogy 2)
“What if I won’t?”
Frustration rises in me, along with a swelling of lust. The beast inside me likes the idea of there being no line. No barriers. The man is sure that I’ll take it too far. “A person should have a line,” I tell her. “That’s your fucking job here.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Holly
I’m furious at Elijah for abducting me. I’m relieved that he did.
The contradiction is tearing me apart.
“I hate you,” I say on a whisper, and that’s not a lie.
He bites my neck again, and then the junction of my shoulder, and then my back. He leaves his teeth marks all over me like a brand, and I arch my back from the pure pleasure of it.
I turn around in his arms. If I’m an animal in captivity, then I can bite back. I bite his chin, his jaw. I bite the soft flesh of his lower lip until he grunts in pain.
Something metallic drops on my tongue. Blood.
Such a small thing, but it makes me relent. Now that I’ve hurt him, I can relax in his arms. “I love you,” I say on a whisper, and that’s not a lie either.
He shoves the pleated skirt up to my waist. He pushes the placket of my panties aside, and then he’s inside me, thrusting hard into a body not quite ready. He’s too large, and I squirm to get away. The thickness feels like an invasion. It feels like something I need to fight.
But he doesn’t relent. He’s merciless as he fucks me into the bars, his arms holding me beneath my thighs, his body impelling me against the iron. There might be grid-shaped bruises on my back when we’re done, and the thought of it makes me moan.
My orgasm comes as hard and violent as the way he fucks me. It rolls over my body in clenching waves, and I scream against his shoulder. He rocks through the climax, making it last until every ounce of breath has been wrung out of me. I’m gasping for air when he finally slows down. Then he lets me go and I slide bonelessly down his body.
Only when I’m kneeling at his feet does he grasp his cock.
His hand moves in a blur. He fucks his fist in front of my face, and it’s pure instinct that has me opening my mouth. He grips the base of his cock and presses the tip to my lips. I suck him, made hungry by some primal motive, pushing my face against his body, letting him invade my throat. I swallow around him, and he comes with a roar that bounces off the stone walls.
He seems to come forever, spilling salt onto my tongue, making me gasp for air.
“Clean me,” he says, his green eyes almost demonic as he looks down on me. Or maybe holy. Either way I know to obey him, and I lick the come around the crown of his cock. A person should have a line, he told me, but I run my tongue along the vein underneath.
My knees are clenched together from arousal, and he bends down and pries them apart. You have to draw the line. I need you to do that. Then his mouth is between my legs, my black pleated skirt up around my waist. His tongue strokes my clit over and over again, endless, relentless, and I beg. “No, please, wait.”
He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t wait. He only licks me until tears stream down my cheeks. I push myself backwards to get away, but the bars imprison me. Even now, in this intimate moment, he conspires to kidnap me. I’m going to cross the line. Again and again. I want him to cross it. He forces two fingers inside me, and I sob from the hard invasion. He rubs in a cruel, cruel pattern. One designed to push me over the edge. This time when I come it’s a quick flash in the dark, an explosion that leaves my ears ringing.
We both collapse onto the hard, dusty floor, panting, our breaths loud in the hollow room. Reality returns to me in cold, shocking flashes: the disarray of my clothes, the cell door open that crucial inch, the fact that Adam is no longer here.
“Hi,” he says.
It makes me smile. “Hi back.”
“What the hell did the lieutenant colonel say to you?”
“Nothing.”
He gives me a dark look. “I can imagine him coming in with all his self-righteous bluster, his arguments and his threats. What I can’t understand is why you listened to him.”
“He said he was going to try you for treason.”
“Fuck treason. That’s not why you left before I could even say goodbye.”
“Would you have said goodbye if I’d waited?”
“Hell no.”
“Then that’s why I left.”
“Something he said spooked you.”
“I was worried, all right? I was worried that I would crush the life out of you. We come from such different worlds. I go to brunch and you kidnap me. I could never survive in your world, and what if…” A tear trickles down my cheek. “What if you can’t survive in mine, either?”
