Here Lies a Saint (Here Lies #2) - C.L. Matthews Page 0,94

explore.

His nose trails up my soaked center, flicking my clit, and the fact he doesn't offer his tongue, fingers, or anything other than his nose is too hot to handle.

He teases and taunts all while I squirm. Wanting a little bit of revenge, a bratty behavior I can't help, I squeeze my thighs as much as I can, but he's too strong, forcing them open.

Without warning, he slaps my clit, and I see stars. "Fuck!" I hiss loudly.

"Shouldn't be a brat, Corpse."

I don't speak, knowing it'll end me up with more spankings, and I don't want to wait that long for pleasure.

"Good girl. you know your place."

God, do I want to stick out my tongue and make faces, but shit, the lack of orgasms I'd feel would fuck me up.

Finally, after I've behaved for several minutes as he teases and I hold still, he licks a slow and languid line up my center, once again avoiding my clit.

"Fuck me," I groan.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

"You're wanting orgasm denial, aren't you, slut?"

"No, no, no," I beg, hearing the tears in my voice and feeling their hot trails down my cheeks. "Make me come."

"Ah, ah, ah, slut. You don't call the shots here," he taunts, standing above me like the king he is.

The tears come hard, and I literally start to cry, but he reassures me with a few little words. "What's your safe word, Corpse?"

"Green," I answer immediately.

"Ever the rebel," he muses, and I simply nod.

He lowers once again, a place he doesn't offer many. He's too regal for that. It's something I respect the hell out of him for.

"I'm going to eat my dinner since we were so rudely interrupted from that task, and then when I finish, you'll say thank you by sitting on my lap until I come. Won't you, little slut?"

"Yes, yes, yes, please, please, please," I whimper like the slut I am, needing anything he'll offer. Scraps are enough when he's not even offering crumbs.

"Not a peep, Corpse, or I'll fuck you raw and not give you release."

I nod vehemently, needing him to know I'll be good. I'll behave. I’ll do anything to come.

He smiles proudly, and I can tell everything he worried about earlier is gone. It's just him and I. The rest of the world doesn't exist.

As a reward, Lux laps at my leaking juices, and I bow off the bed with a silent scream. He holds me down, using his veiny arms to bind my hips to the bed. His teeth gnash at me, digging into my sensitive flesh with cruelty, but fuck, does it feel good. Masochism goes hand in hand with many of my kinks, and he knows that better than anyone else. When he slides two wet fingers into me, I literally bite my tongue to keep from screaming in pleasure.

He fingers me like it's his mission, and he tongue-fucks me like it's his only form of communication, and when his hands release my hips, he trails his fingers down to my asshole, moistening it.

He presses in with one finger, two still inside me and his tongue dancing across my clit. Before I know it, I'm coming. I forget his warning but can't seem to care as my orgasm racks my frame with waves of pleasure.

This time, I do scream.

This time, I thrust into him.

This time, I pull his hair and ride his face.

And he doesn't even punish me.

Once my high comes down, my eyes feel foggy, and I see stars. When he's climbing over me, the hazy sound of his voice has me smiling.

"What's your safe word, wife?"

Wife.

He called me wife.

Green.

"Green."

"Do you need to use it?"

"No."

That's all he needs as an answer to thrust inside me and make me cry out in pleasure. I feel my eyes moisten with tears as he fucks me with precision hip movements.

I can't feel anything but bliss as we rut together, and my mouth won't stop making these noises as he grunts and grips my hips harshly.

"What's your safe word, Corpse?"

"Green," I repeat.

"You good? I think you're hovering in subspace."

I nod, reassuring him the best I could. "Now finish me before one of them do it."

That's the only time I acknowledge them, and it seems to be the domino I needed for him to fuck me until I'm screaming his name.

When we finish, I pass out.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Bridger

I didn't think I could possibly hate DeLeon more, but in this moment, watching them fuck where she pays no attention to any of us, I feel the hatred turn into