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“Little devil.” His second warning is raspy. I pull away and crawl to the edge of the mattress on all fours. He watches me as I stick my tongue out and start near the base, sliding it up his shaft, sucking on the tip before releasing him.
“Enough,” he commands, lifting me up into his arms. “What is it that you want from me?”
I shiver and think about what he said. What do I expect of Aedon when I give nothing in return? I don’t know what I want out of my life other than the satisfaction of making bad people bleed, but I do know that I want him. I should be cautious and wary with everything going on, but I’m so lost. Aedon makes me feel like I’m not so alone. I just want to lose myself in him. Feelings are not my strong suit, and I’m feeling them heavily.
“I don’t know what to say.” I struggle with the words. He can see my unspoken admission in my eyes.
“If you don’t tell me what you want, Josephine, I’m going to take it. You can either actively participate, or I will make you.”
“I can’t.” My voice is strained with emotion and shame. Something so simple is too difficult for me. “I don’t want to think tonight.”
He softens. “If you want me to tell you what to do just ask nicely.” He grins with glittering eyes. “Love.”
He can read me so well. As much as I hate it, it’s exactly what I need. “Aedon? Please tell me what to do.”
There is no beat between the end of my sentence and the start of his demands. “Get up. Undress.”
“Yes, Aedon.” His nostrils flare, and a fire burns in my pelvis.
Slowly, I pull off my shirt. I hook my fingers in my underwear, but he lifts his hand, stopping me. He slides his fingers over my chest, caressing my breasts in the palms of his hands and squeezing lightly. Then his thumbs run over my nipples in small circles until they’re hard and pointed.
He kneels, and his hands move to my lace panties, slipping his finger over the cloth between my legs. Instead of touching me, he touches the wetness that has seeped through them.
“It’s been torture, Jos,” he breathes, eye level with my stomach. His fingers hook into my panties, and he slowly pulls them down. “Craving you.”
I slide out of them, waiting for his next demand.
He stands tall. “On your knees.”
I oblige immediately. He looks caught off guard with how obedient I’m being. I wasn’t kidding, I just don’t want to think. I spit on my hand and wrap it around the base, my fingers barely touching. I stroke him slowly, watching more pre-cum glisten from his slit. I push him into my mouth, torturing his tip, watching him squirm and pant.
“Fuck, Jos,” his head falls back. “I swear I’m going to marry you.”
Every man says that when you have his dick in your mouth. My wetness coats my thighs. I want to feel him inside of me, but it feels too intimate in my room and in my bed. I’m having too much fun torturing him. It’s a different kind of torture than I’m used to inflicting, but more satisfying. I wrap my lips around the head of his cock again, humming with delight before I release him. His veins are blue, pulsing blood through his length.
“Why? So I can be your personal whore?” That’s what he really wants isn’t it?
His fingers thread through the hair at the nape of my neck painfully, and he yanks my face up to look at him. I squeak in surprise.
“Don’t ever call yourself a whore again. Do you understand?” he ferociously growls.
My chest heaves from the thrill. “Yes, Aedon.”
“Good girl,” he releases me. “Now wrap your lips around my cock and give me a reason to come.” I put him in my mouth again, circling my tongue around the tip. His hands grip the sides of my head. I bob faster and faster, taking cues from his heavy breaths.
“Shit, Jos. Don’t stop,” he struggles.
I take him down my throat, struggling for air and choking on him. His dick twitches, and I feel hot cum spill down my throat. I keep sucking until his grip on my hair lessens. I pull away, wiping my mouth. I climb into my bed, patting the space next to me. He looks confused, but eventually I feel his heavy body slide in next to me.
My mind is blank. My late-night thoughts are silent. I curl into him against my better judgment, and my eyes shut before sliding into the abyss of Hypnos. There are no caves; no onyx eyes; and no drowning. It’s just me and the darkness, and Aedon.
In the morning he’s gone, leaving me alone.
Chapter fourteen
Aedonaeus
We wait for Persephone in the entrance hall. She always takes forever to get ready. Eris’ engagement party is already dragging my mood down. All I want is to be in my penthouse, waiting around for a certain blonde mythological creature to show up.
