Page 20 of Marked By Myth

Would he listen?

Would he stop if I told him no?

Pulling at my binds, I tried to free myself, to push him away, but the belt held strong, as his fingers moved through my folds replacing his tongue as he moved his mouth to my core and stabbed into me.

The second his thumb rolled over my clit, I exploded. My screams loud as he fucked his fingers into me, the sound was obscene with how wet I was. Shuddering, I could barely hold myself up before I felt Myth untie my wrists and lay me on my back.

From this angle, I could see his cock, that cock I knew so fucking well, red and angry and weeping for me.

For me.

“You’re so swollen and pink,” Myth said, his tongue licking over his lips, his eyes looking over my sensitive crotch as if it were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

Sweat covered us both, shining in the dim light of the room. Myth was a god, the stuff of legends, just like his name attested to. I knew that wasn’t why he was named that, but it was true in all aspects.

I hadn’t complained enough, I thought as images of Beck filtered through my mind. He loved me. He had given me a stable life in London. A life I would need to return to as soon as Myth tired of me. Then the fights would start. As much as I wanted Myth to be mine, to make me come over and over again, mark me in every way. I couldn’t do that to myself.

“Adrian…stop.”

Myth hesitated, his eyes moving up to mine, and a flash of something I couldn’t read stole over his expression. He stayed there, my thighs on either side of his hips, up in the air, my back pushing into the pillows beneath me. From this angle, he’d be able to reach every part of me. It had always been his favourite to watch as I came undone underneath him.

Just as soon as his expression had changed, it switched back to the man it had been before. The beast.

“No.”

With that, he pushed his cock into me in one thrust, bottoming out as I screamed around the intrusion. My pussy clenched around him hard, his grunt the only sound that told me I affected him as much as he affected me.

I cried out, tears running down the sides of my cheeks at the pure animal heat coming off the both of us. My body yearned for his, and the way he was looking down into my eyes, I could tell he felt the same.

Drawn to each other, but with that added fear of losing each other because we couldn’t handle what it meant. A primal, raw and ancient connection that we were too stupid to understand and cultivate.

Myth set a frantic pace, his fingers digging into my hips as he pumped into me, hard, fast, punishing. His fingers kept slipping on my hips from the sweat, but with every grab, he pinched his fingertips deeper. I was going to bruise, I just knew it, but right now as my pussy fluttered around him, I couldn’t seem to care less.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

I could barely see him through the tears gathering in my eyes, but right as my orgasm stole over me, I cried out, feeling lightheaded just as he roared, his cock spurting into me.

Shit.

No.

Myth fell next to me. I lay there, my eyes leaking tears silently, but not for my ruined relationship. For the way he made me feel…the way I felt right even with all my insecurities about my weight, my appearance. He’d looked at me like I was perfect and that had done something inside of me.

I shouldn’t trust him, and yet I did.

I shouldn’t want him, and yet, despite spurting my hatred for him, I know I did. I still loved the asshole, and I knew I always would.

Our breathing, the only sound in the room, was returning to normal. My body, lethargic and sore, was letting me move. I made a move to sit up, but Myth rolled onto his side and pushed me back down, his hand on my jaw, squeezing.

“Where are you going?”

“You had your fun, Adrian. Let me go.”

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he asked, a slow smirk to rival the Cheshire cat appearing on his face. “Oh baby, if only you knew what I have in store for you tonight. After all, I’ve got fifteen years to make up for.”

His mouth was on mine then, claiming me in a way I couldn’t deny.

I was in so much trouble.