I Thee Take (To Have And To Hold Duet #2) - Natasha Knight Page 0,21
wide and looks down at me.
I’m dripping.
He leans toward me and slides his length into me, stretching the tight passage, making me gasp. Making me want.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, drawing out, then pressing in again before slipping completely out. He puts my hand back between my legs and grips his cock.
“I want to come,” I say, my voice small.
“I bet you do.” He puts his free hand over mine and together we each press a finger inside me.
“Cristiano…I want…”
He draws his finger out, then in again, and my eyes close.
“Look at me,” he says. “Keep looking at me.”
“Good. And keep playing with your clit. Like that. Good girl.”
He draws back, cock in hand, watching.
“Tell me something,” he asks. “How do you think it’s going to feel having my cock down your throat?” Before I’ve processed, he takes my arm. “On your knees, Kitten, and keep your dirty little fingers on your clit.”
He slides me off the bed so I’m at eye level with his thick cock.
“Cris—”
“Shh.” He takes his thumb over the head of his cock and bends to put that finger to my mouth.
“Lick.”
I do and he tastes good.
“Now suck.”
I do again and I watch him watching me as I create suction around his thumb.
“Harder. Good. Like that.”
He straightens again and withdraws his finger.
I lick my lips.
“Are you close?”
I nod.
“Good. Open your mouth.”
He pushes between my lips, his hand fisting my hair to tug my head back, as his cock hits the back of my throat.
I choke and he grins, backs off.
“I—”
But I don’t get to finish. I only have time to take a quick breath before he’s pushing in again, his eyes darkening as he moves faster and I’m aroused watching him, tasting him, looking up at him as he towers over me, controlling me.
A moment later, he mutters a curse and pushes deeper still, and I feel him throb, feel his release and when I do, I come too. I come on my fingers, moaning around him, tasting him, watching him.
When it’s over, when he’s finally empty, he pulls slowly out and crouches down. Kissing my cheek, he holds my chin with two fingers. He looks at me and smiles.
“Swallow.”
I want to, it’s just so much. I nod and he brings his thumb to the corner of my mouth to wipe it clean.
“All of it,” he says, and I swallow again. When I do, he kisses my mouth and I wonder if he tastes himself. I kiss him back.
A few moments later, he lifts me in his arms and lays me on the bed. And when he climbs in beside me, I turn to him, burrow into his chest, liking the feel of his arms around me. He pulls the blankets around us and I feel safe for the first time in too long to care that I’m lying in the arms of the man who should be my enemy.
13
Cristiano
I’m back again. On the cold marble floor lying in a pool of my own blood. Men are yelling, my brothers sobbing. My sister, I didn’t even see her. They killed her in her room.
My mom…she’s begging, pleading for the lives of her children. She’s not even asking to be spared herself. But he doesn’t care. He’s laughing. I hear that too. And I open my eyes just enough to see him lying on top of her. To hear him breathe heavy while she lays still whimpering. He has the knife at her throat and this time when he says the words, he looks at me.
Is that how it happened? Or is it my imagination perverting the memory.
His mouth moves and his grin makes him look like a mad man. I hear the whisper, but not the words. Never the words.
I know this dream. This nightmare.
But then it shifts.
The chaos is gone. No guns. No screaming women. No sobbing children.
Words sound around me, making no sense. A man and a woman. An argument. Lights overhead too bright after so much dark. The smell is clinical. The room, when I glimpse it through heavy-lidded eyes, harsh white.
“It’s too much…permanent damage.” It’s the woman’s voice. She’s trying to whisper but the words are hissed like she’s angry.
The man’s words are incomprehensible, just murmurs. He’s calmer than she is. Then everything goes quiet. Almost everything. The only sound I hear is my voice.
I feel the prick of a needle. It doesn’t hurt. I’m used to it.
Then another sound. Shoes on the floor, low but there. Hearing is my only