Page 78 of Pas de Trois
“Do whatever the fuck you’re gonna do. I don’t believe for a second you won’t tell her anyway. Your promises mean nothing to me.”
“Hmm,” she tilts her head, “you’re probably right.” A twitch forces a crooked smile to her face and she shifts her body, twisting her hips, brushing her cunt across my tip, and wiggling her way onto it. Once the tip is wedged inside her, she sits down hard on my cock and I lose my mind. I try to pull back, to get away, but moving my body only thrusts me within her, spurring her on.
“Get the fuck off me!” I scream at her, horrified. Completely unexpected tears well and glass over my vision. “I won’t do this to her! Don’t fucking do this—” My teeth grind and I tense up as she rocks back and forth with me deep inside her.
She moans as she uses me, nuzzling her cheek against mine. “All you have to do is enjoy it. That’s all. Come while you’re inside me and no one has to get hurt. No one needs to know.”
I don’t believe her.
I can’t believe her.
She’s full of shit, full of lies.
I want to throttle her. I want to choke the life out of her with my own two hands and break her in all the ways our lives have been broken by the four families.
This is a stupid plan on her part.
I can win this.
All I have to do is hate this. If I can just keep hating this, she’ll get bored and she’ll stop. I put all my attention and focus into thinking of things that are undeniably unsexy. It’s not hard to do given everything we’ve been put through.
Renata raises and lowers, arching her back as she swirls her hips and plays the part of the seductress. She plays it well. She’s a damn cougar—experienced and confident—and it makes me physically ill. It’s like she’s been trained to do this, to work unwilling men into a frenzy, turning them into begging, hopeless shells of their former selves. I don’t want to be a begging, hopeless shell, but my balls feel tight and my cock is hard as a rock with the way she moves.
“Stop. Fucking. Moving,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I try to yank my hands away from Luca—though the attempt is useless with the way my shoulders strain.
“No.” Renata bends, pressing her lips to my throat and licking her tongue across the spot.
I groan, both from the unwanted feeling of pleasure it drives and from the strain of fighting pure physical, sexual need. It takes every ounce of my concentration to fight this. She injected my heart with black venom and it surges through my veins, infecting me with dark lust that poisons my senses. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to imagine my heart pounding, reversing the venomous flow, the black liquid drawing back from the very ends of my veins and turning my heart black as night.
But Renata rises and falls. She moans and gasps and pants and makes sinful noises against my ear. She nibbles at my earlobe and tugs on it with her teeth and fuck, I see Anya in my mind doing the same fucking thing. It drives me crazy when she does that and now, she’s in my head.
Get out of my head, Anya!
Shit, shit, shit.
The black poison gushes from my heart, pulsing through my veins, masking any color, and coating my blood in the pitch-black toxin of pure aching need. It’s a lost cause from the moment Anya’s face and her captivating blue eyes pop into my mind—the moment I see her, I’m lost, because the mere thought of her erases everything bad.
“You’re gonna make me come, Ezra,” Renata whispers and her words twist in my gut.
“Stop it…Stop!” I demand and then I groan.
Fuck. I can’t stop this train wreck.
My voice turns to a hopeless, aching beg for her to stop. “Renata, please…”
But she only hears my begging and interprets it as me wanting her to do this. She becomes a rutting, desperate animal, a true fucking cougar in the wild taking down her prey—me.
And she really is taking me down because I feel all the blackened, poisoned blood in my body rush to my groin. I feel the familiar tightness coiling low and deep, tugging through the base of my cock, and I know it’s going to happen in seconds. She’s going to win. These few seconds of knowing are the most painful because I’m about to come inside a woman who isn’t Anya.
Renata squeezes everything—my hips with her knees, my cock with her pussy, my heart in her fucking hands—and she gets exactly what she wanted from me.
I come inside her with a groan filled with heartache. My body feels incredible but my soul tears in two. As Renata comes from the pulsing waves of my swelling cock as I orgasm, nausea sets in and my body trembles.
I feel sick.
I feel disgusting.
I feel shame and guilt like I’ve never felt before.
