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“I’m fine,” Mona says firmly. “Other than shitty food and a disgusting toilet, nothing happened. But do you think I could take martial arts classes?”
“Oh, yes,” I say as relief floods me. “I’ll get you trained by the best.”
Chapter 24
Cyrus-Age 30
Present Day
“So, are we gonna fuck or not?” I ask. “Because I’m getting jealous of soap suds over here.”
Azadeh laughs as she glides the loofah along her skin. It’s been weeks since she’s fucked any of us. Mona was home, and all she wanted to do was spend time with her sister. I love Mona, but that girl is a grade-A cock blocker. She also didn’t want Zeke and me to fuck. I’m not sure what me getting ass with Zeke has to do with Mona, but she point-blank told me the only place I could bust a nut is in my shower. When I tried to argue that Zeke and I could move to the other side of the manor, she said no. I would’ve broken her rules, but Zeke, the fucking goody-goody, can’t tell a small white lie. Then again, why would Zeke put up a fight when she said he could still work on Lev’s issues? That meant he was getting banged because Lev’s issues were all about his aversion to physical touch.
“Listen, Az, it’s been twenty days. Twenty.” I flex my forearms. “My right one is substantially bigger than my left. It’s your fault that I’m lopsided.”
She opens the glass shower door and pokes her head out. “No one forced you to masturbate so much.”
I growl. “I had no choice. You made me choose between my dick and balls falling off or my right arm looking like The Hulk, while the left one became Bruce Banner.”
She shrugs before turning her face to the cascading waterfall from overhead. “Well, Mona is back at school, so you’re welcome to fucking Zeke again.”
Oh, the little brat. I slide open the glass door and jump into the shower with her. Azadeh yelps as my hand circles her throat, and I slam her against the wall. “You know what happens to an animal when you starve it too long?”
I crush my lips to hers and kiss her passionately. Her lips open for me, and our tongues tangle with desperation. I want her to comprehend how much I need her, not only sexually but in every single way. “You know how insane it is to want to consume someone. I now comprehend the unhinged passion of those crazy men in those dark romance books you used to read. The ones that literally eat the flesh of women they love. Fuckin’ psychos, I want to fill myself with you. The hold you have over me has driven me mad.”
Azadeh smiles as the tips of her nails dig against the cotton of my shirt, desperate to get to my skin. “Do you want to consume me, Cyrus? Bite into my flesh so we are one. A communion of sorts.”
I groan into her neck. How the fuck can someone be so sweet and so insane at the same time. The girl pushes me to the brink of madness and shelters me all at the same time. Azadeh is the sun, and we are planets turning in her orbit.
Azadeh grips my shirt and tears it apart, exposing my bare chest. Her head dips, and she places gentle kisses along my burned-up flesh. I’m in awe of how easily she worships the ugliest parts of me. There’s no hesitation, no moment of disgust; for her, those brutal burn marks are as beautiful as a rose in full bloom. Every time she doesn’t see a beast on my flesh, I'm taken aback. Perhaps her inherent ability to look past what others ran from is what drew us all to Azadeh. She saw the men we longed to be and not how the world perceived us.
Azadeh brings forth our goodness and light and banishes the darkness that burrows in our hearts.
“My love for you isn’t a drop in the ocean,” I whisper in her ear, shocked at how much I mean it. “It’s the whole damn universe.”
Azadeh’s breathing speeds up as her fingers fumble with my belt. She struggles under the stream of water as she pulls the belt off and lowers my soaked jeans to the middle of my thighs. Azadeh grips my erect cock and lines it up to her entrance. “If you mean that, then fuck me like an animal. Don’t hold back, don’t be gentle. Just make me forget everything except the brutality of your love.”
My fingers intertwine with hers as I pull my belt from her hand. “You want me to fuck you like you mean nothing, don’t you? Need me to fuck you the way Zeke and Lev never could. You want me to make you feel worthless, used, disposable. Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Why,” I ask. “Why do you make me degrade you?’
“Because you’re the only one who grasps the relief that comes with humiliation. You understand how degradation makes life's burdens and hardships weightless. You respect me as an equal and not as an untouchable. This is what you give me that no one else can.”
Azadeh gazes up at me. The water streams through her thick raven hair and frames her beautiful face. A droplet of water falls from her inky eyelashes and lands on her round cheek as I slide the leather behind her delicate neck.
Azadeh beams at me as I secure the belt with the buckle. I place two fingers between the leather and her skin, ensuring it’s not so tight that I could accidentally cut off circulation during play. We have our signs—her safe word, Azadi, the word freedom in Farsi, or the two taps on any part of my body or nearby surface.
I grip the belt and yank it forward as my fingers dip down her body and part her lips. Azadeh’s legs open, and she shivers as the tip of my index finger flirts with her sensitive clit. “That’s it, Hellcat. Open those legs, and let me know what a little slut you are.” I tug the belt, forcing Azadeh to her knees. I fist my dick and aim it at her pretty mouth. “I don’t think you deserve to feel good. You’ve been a bad fucking whore by keeping your filthy fuck holes away from me. You’re gonna have to earn your orgasms, slut.” I slap her face, the tip of my cock pointing above her eyebrows. I drag my dick down until it’s directly in front of her lips. “Open up. Put your worthless mouth to good use. Show me why we should keep you around, slut.”
Azadeh covers my cock and swallows me whole. My hand hits the wall at the mind-blowing way she’s sucking my dick. I have to rein myself in so I don’t lose my shit and blow in her hot mouth before we even get started. Her dark eyes gaze up at me as she hollows her cheeks. Her head hits the wall as I thrust, and her ragged gagging drowns out the rainfall from the showerhead.
“Well, what do we have here?”
I turn to see Zeke leaning against the doorframe. He’s so fuckin’ good looking, even with that pirate eyepatch, his visible eye a sapphire lure that calls to my soul. Fuck, how are these people turning me into a poetic sap?
“Well, when two people like each other, sometimes it makes their private parts tingle,” I explain as if talking to a five-year-old. “Azadeh is elevating the accumulation of cum in my balls.”
