Page 36 of Merciless Wager
It might’ve had something to do with the fact that he’d bound me completely to him. There was nothing more freeing than the feeling of being bound and at his mercy. And God, he was fucking me with none.
The moment he bit down on my nipple, then laved the tip with his tongue to soothe it, he raised back up. From there, he began to drive even harder into me. I felt my body undulate with each thrust as I tried to draw him in even deeper.
His strong hands held me down as he ignored my attempts to slow him down. I was so damn close to exploding for him. And he knew it. Only the release threatening to pull me under like a current wasn’t simply physical.
The tears I had valiantly tried to hold back pushed past my lids, and I lowered my lashes to try to hide them the best that I could. Unlike before, he didn’t seem to notice as he keptpowering into me like a man possessed.
Eventually, I came and so did the flood of tears. While my body trembled and shook from a pleasure I’d never known before, the pain in knowing it was temporary dimmed my climax. I felt every hot drop escape from my closed lids, then slide down the side of my face.
Moments after, his warm tongue licked the wet trails down my cheeks while slowing his rhythm. He was close, and wanting to bring him to the edge this time, I focused on squeezing his cock as tightly as I could. When I did, the row of piercings sent pain searing through my inner walls, but it didn’t stop me. In fact, it triggered another orgasm, albeit a smaller one than the last, but not any less destructive to my heart.
“Don’t cry, Belleza,” he finally said when that inward admission made the tears fall even harder. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he swore vehemently as he kissed right under my eyes, then along my jaw and chin before settling back on my lips. “Or maybe I did because you fucking drive me crazy.”
I choked on my laugh, but any other reaction was quickly swallowed up by his mouth when he fused his lips to mine. If only he knew how true his words were for me when it came to him. Maybe I wasn’t the only one feeling this pull between us.
Everything was forgotten when he slowed his thrusts to a near standstill before slamming into me a final time. When he did, his entire body shook, including his cock, which was still wedged inside of me. Another tremble or two wracked him, but then he pulled out, and I felt the absence of his touch and body heat immediately.
My eyes opened, and I saw him leaning over. At first I wondered why, but as he turned, I saw blood soaking his bandaged shoulder. The attack on him came rushing back and regret filled me. I’d thought I would lose him that night. If I had, I might’ve been able to escape, but I was tethered to him by an invisible thread. Even now.
After scrambling into an upright position, I swung my legs over the couch cushion. “You need to let me look at that.”
“I’m fine. I’ve been through worse,” he assured me, and something about his voice saddened me more. He sounded so confident. Still...
“Zarren!” I cried out when he bent over and swept me up into his arms. “Put me down before you hurt yourself,” I demanded.
“Not until we get upstairs,” was all he said as he carried me up the stairs and into his room before finally sitting me down atop the counter in his bathroom.
After he cleaned me up, he let me remove the bandage to inspect his wound. Thankfully, it wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be, and I was able to stop the bleeding once more, then replace the original dressing with a clean one before falling asleep in his arms in his bed.
With my uncles back in New York City and Dublin, I was left to my own devices again. Outside of work, I’d usually fill this time with fight clubs, sex clubs, and general mayhem. All of my usual vices ceased to appeal to me. There had been times in the past when these periods of instability would hit me, but my current state had nothing to do with any of those things.
If I were being truthful with myself, I’d admit it all had to do with a seductive blonde whose siren call intoxicated me and without her even being aware of her power. Of her charms. I doubted she even had an inkling about how she’d altered my life so completely.
Kingston and Cillian saw it. Conor and Liam, too. I saw it, and odds were good that even she did; however, she didn’t know me well enough to know what this usually led to. When in this purgatory of thought, I tended to release my pent-up energy through my fists, then drown myself in a bottle until whatever it was passed.
“You not going to the club tonight, Bossman?” Liam asked when he walked into the living room to find me standing there with my gaze out the window.
I turned toward him as he stood there with one hand in his pocket and the other near his holster. The two right-hand men of mine were always ready to ride and die with me. Sometimes, I would think they’d made wagers of their own at those fights because they so often encouraged me to participate in them.
“Not in the mood tonight.”
“Hmmm,” he said without elaborating further.
I narrowed my eyes at him, then arched a brow, but he said nothing. He did give a slight shrug. “What’s hmmm mean?”
“Exactly what it sounds like. You haven’t been in a while, so I?—”
“I was fucking shot not too long ago, unless that’s slipped your memory.”
“Of course, it hasn’t. You do appear very reflective right now. It’s just not like you, is all.”
“You wouldn’t know what is truly like me and what is not. Just know that I show you, and others, exactly what I want you to see, and nothing more. Don’t mistake that for anything more than it is,” I said before turning back to the view.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. Do you require my cousin and me anymore tonight?”
“I might, so?—”
A chime on my phone cut off my response, and I snatched it out of my pocket. As I looked down at the screen, I cursed. So much for not doing shit tonight. Conor and Liam saw my expression change because theirs did the same thing. As one of them went to open their mouth, I raised my hand to silence him.
