Page 52 of Beautiful Things Obey
“Oh fuck,” I curse as he pulls me down by the front of my shirt and kisses me, as if demanding he gets to taste every labored breath. The orgasm hits me so fucking hard that I have to bite his lips to stop the scream.
He grunts and jerks into me, pinning me in place as my pussy milks his cock. The taste of copper explodes in my mouth, and I realize one of our lips is bleeding, but I don’t care as we fall into a steady rhythm, my hips slowly sliding back and forth.
I lay my forehead on his, closing my eyes as I try to catch my breath. My skin is on fire, his hands scorching my skin in every place he touches.
Was sex always meant to feel this good? This addictive?
Brushing my hair to the side, I push away from him. “You should leave now.”
“No,” he says and helps me pull him out of me. My temple pulses at his defiance. I climb off the counter and casually sway my hips as I move to reach for a knife.
“You can leave now,” I say again, making a point to press the blade against the tip of my finger with a crazed smile. He sits up and pushes his legs over the counter. That’s when I notice his split lip and the claw marks down his chest. That heat in my lower stomach continues to stir.
“Shower with me,” he says and places his feet on the floor. He steps closer, and I point the sharp edge of the knife at his chest casually.
“No.”
“Shower with me,” he repeats, stepping even closer so the knife touches his chest, right above his heart, and a pin drop of blood blossoms against his skin. The color fascinates me; it always has. Just as much as I suspect it does for him.
“I’m good with one of these, just so you are aware,” I tell him.
“Oh, I am well aware,” he says, and presses farther into the tip. “Now, shower with me.” I’m no longer looking at the cut, but his eyes, and they are determined. He would very much impale himself on this knife just to get his point across. I’m not entirely sure what he’s asking of me.
“You are very demanding,” I tell him.
“I am.” A small bit of blood drips down his skin, catching my gaze again. “Do you think a little stabbing would really scare me?” he asks as he looks down at the knife. The cut isn’t deep, just surface level. So far.
“For any sane person, it would,” I say. He reaches up, and his hand covers mine, which is still holding the blade.
“I don’t think anyone in this room is sane.” I take in a sharp breath. Both cautious and curious that he sees the part of me that very few do. A part of me that I’ve been trying to hide ever since I came to Boston. “Come on, Doc, don’t tell me it’s past your bedtime?”
“You’re not as charming as you think,” I tell him.
“I’m not trying to be charming. I’m trying to fuck you again.” Liquid floods my pussy again, that demand between my legs returning. “I’ll fuck you hard, and I’ll leave the moment you can’t keep up with me anymore and fall asleep.”
I know better than to let him stay, but as I look over his exquisite body once again, I’m not thinking logically as I say,“Promise?” I’m curious as to whether he can keep to his claim. Though I have suspicions that he can.
“I promise,” he says, and I let him pull the knife away. He places it on the counter behind me before he sweeps my legs out from beneath me and carries me in his arms. “Now, let’s fuck in every room so every place you look, you can only think about what position I had you in.”
“The guest room is off-limits,” I’m quick to say. I’m immediately reminded that’s because I reserve that room only for Nessa and Larissa on the rare occasion they stay. It stirs as an ugly reminder as I say, “The moment I’m disappointed, I’m kicking you out.”
His dark blue eyes look down on me, and instead of words, he breaks into a ruthless smile, and my lower stomach does a weird flip-flop thing. That smile is damning as much as the silent promise. But having Silas Vescari between my legs to make me forget a shit day feels like a good fucking start.
26
SILAS
She flops into my arms in a hot, sweaty bundle and collapses on top of my chest. Leonore still hasn’t let me remove her black shirt or push it farther past her hips. I also noticed how she avoided the offer of a shower together. For whatever reason, she doesn’t want me to see all of her body. It could have to do with her sense of control, or the scar I saw. But I suspect it’s something far greater than that. It certainly tastes like a secret lingering in the air between us.
But that’s okay. I can be a patient man, but not when it comes to fucking her stupid.
I brush away part of her hair that clings to the back of her neck as she catches her breath after riding my cock for the fourth time tonight. I’m spent but hardly done. I spread her across her office desk, then against the wall while walking her to her room. Then at some point, we finally made it onto the bed, the sheets a wild mess around us.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired, Little Raven.” I chuckle as I sweep more of her plum hair away. She props her elbows on my chest, glaring at me through thick eyelashes. So fucking beautiful. That glare is absolutely scathing with theundercurrent of the challenge that I know she won’t bow out first. Which works for me because I intend to fuck her into the early hours of the morning anyway.
“I was just thinking about a trick a past lover once did when—” I immediately flip her onto her back, and she yelps then laughs. It fills the room, and I stare at her, shocked by the way it hits me. I’ve seen all sides of this woman already, but none of them has she laughed so carefree.
“You have no need to think of any lover before or after,” I grit through my teeth, and she wipes the tears from her eyes as she casually hooks her arms over my shoulders.
