Page 19 of Marked By Myth

“Adrian–”

His hand moved to my mouth, his fingers that tasted of me, moving into my mouth. “Suck.”

I did.

One command, and I was obeying like I’d wanted to suck his fingers. In part, I did. I loved the way he could make me feel like a goddess, like I was made for him.

“Jesus, that mouth,” he growled, throwing his head back as I sucked on his fingers, loving how his fingertips dug into my mouth.

Myth pulled his fingers out, holding my jaw in his hand tight, and forcing me to look up at him.

“Adrian–”

He silenced me again by putting his hand on my mouth. “Stop talking, unless you’re using that mouth to suck my cock or scream my name, I don’t want to hear it.”

Oh sweet lord in heaven, my pussy throbbed. Actually throbbed at his dirty mouth. Beck would never.

Why the hell was I comparing safe, sweet Beck with my filthy-mouthed cheater of a husband? Ex-husband…he was my ex.

With one move, Myth had me on my stomach, my hands splayed out on either side of me. My legs trembled as I tried to get up.

“On your knees, Rox.”

His command only had my legs tremble more. I gasped out what I hoped was a no, but I knew it was anything but. I had always been weak for him, and now was no different, when my body felt like jelly.

Myth’s strong hand moved to my tummy and lifted as if I weighed nothing. I was hefted up to my knees, my hands moving to the pillows to keep steady. I heard Myth undo his belt, and whip his cock out of his jeans.

I had to stop this.

I tried to back up, but he slid over my back, his chest on my shoulders, his mouth on my neck. My body trembled under his touch.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he growled in my ear, his teeth scraping over my earlobe. “I’m nowhere near done with you, kitten.”

My thighs shook, my pussy throbbed, as he pulled my hands up to the headboard and tied his belt around them, before fastening it to the spire in the middle of the headboard.

Oh fuck.

The leather cut into my wrists as I tried to move, but he’d fastened me tight enough I was caught. I wanted to scream, but no air came out, as I felt him undress behind me.

“I’ve been aching for you since the funeral, baby, since I saw you there all vulnerable and wasn’t able to touch you, so I know this first time ain’t gonna be as long as I want it…but I’ll make it up to you.”

First time?

It’s like the words didn’t make sense in my head as I got swept up in my emotions just as I felt his hands on my hips, smoothing over my ass.

“Jesus, baby, this ass is perfect,” he grunted, his hand moving over both cheeks, almost reverently.

Smack!

I jolted at the whack to my ass, the slight sting from the tap had my pussy clenching hard. God, yes.

“Fuck, look at you tied up in my bed, on display. This dripping pussy, all for me.”

Before I could reply, his mouth was on my pussy again, from behind, his nose rubbing in between my folds, as his tongue sought out my clit.

Fuck…not again.

I was so close, already, my clit overstimulated as I bucked against his mouth, my breath coming out in short, steady bursts as I fought for air while my body was going through the torment of its life. My pussy was begging to be fucked, even though my head was screaming to put a stop to this.