Page 105 of Lilies from Hell

“I don’t like you hiding things from me,” I mutter, lifting my head from his body.

“I’m not hiding anything from you.”

“Then why won’t you tell me?” His gaze travels down my legs, leaving a tingling sensation.

“I’ve just had some problems with Sergei.”

“What problems? I have a right to know too, he’s my bodyguard.” He sighs and shakes his head, flashing a brief smile.

“Someone tried to kill him.”

“What? But you said we didn’t have to worry about Norman anymore.” He nods, sliding his hands down my thighs. When I try to pull my legs up he tightens his grip, a menacing look in his eyes.

“And I stand by that,” he says before sliding his tongue from my belly button to my inner thigh. “But it wasn’t him.” His hands now take care of the edge of my panties.

“And he’s okay?” I ask, my cheeks flushing as I watch him sniff the piece of fabric with a satisfied moan.

“He is. Don’t worry about that now,” he murmurs into my stomach, catching my skin in a bite before discarding my tank top by pulling it over my head.

He goes back to licking my stomach until he reaches my chest, then he bites one of my nipples hard enough to make me scream. He silences me by putting two of his fingers in my mouth. I gag, my stomach almost churning with nausea. He makes me suck them before it can escape my throat.

“I thought we were going to sleep,” I whisper, my heart racing as he runs those two fingers across my legs, reaching my mound.

“We can do that later. We have a long night ahead of us.”

“Are you going to tie me up again?” I scoff in a whisper when I see the black handkerchief he is holding.

“No. Be good. We don’t want you getting into trouble,” he replies, bringing the handkerchief to my mouth. “If you keep looking at me like that, I will devour you whole,” he warns, his eyes darkening more than usual. He scans my face while removing his underwear, exposing his already harder than stone manhood. “Turn around.”

I do as he asks, biting the inside of my cheek anxiously. He brings his face close to my arse, running his tongue from my folds to the entrance of my tight hole.

“You have no idea what I’d like to do to you right now.” I do, and that gives me enough adrenaline to dispel my fear.

I close my eyes tightly as I feel him enter me from behind without warning, sweeping everything away. It doesn’t hurt like the first time, but the pain doesn’t completely disappear either. A tear rolls down my cheek as he begins to increase the pace. I touch his leg, wanting him to slow down, but he pushes my hand away and pins them above my head.

“You will take everything I give you, Lena. No fucking complaints,” he hisses trapping my wrists with his hand. His hips slams against my buttocks harder, until the point I know they must be reddening.

I furrow my eyebrows as I feel a hard, cold surface caress my folds before going all the way in with a rude thrust. I gasp. It’s more than I can take. He begins to move the strange object at the same pace as him. I feel myself going crazy with pleasure. I am grateful to be gagged, otherwise we wouldn’t have lasted even two minutes without someone knocking on the door. My walls begin to writhe with orgasm, causing me to let my body fall onto the bed, pulling away from his in an impulse. He quickly frees my wrists and then lifts my arse and holds it that way.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh? I’m not done with you yet,” he whispers in my ear.

When he turns me around, my eyes go to the gun I gave him the other day. Now it’s covered in my fluids, which he licks with a moan of satisfaction. My cheeks turn bright red when I realize that he fucked me with it. Then he caresses my cheeks with the gun, brushing away a few strands of hair.

“Have I told you how fucking beautiful you are?” He asks in a hoarse voice. I nod, feeling myself drunk on him. “Fuck. I want to bite your face off,” he licks the whole way up to my chin, biting it softly after.

The gun fades into the background when he puts himself back in, this time in my pussy, while his fingers slide in and out of the tight ring of my ass. The handkerchief is no longer enough to silence me, so he covers my mouth with his free hand, pinching my nose with his fingers. Just as the air leaves my lungs and I begin to suffocate, he lets go and I collapse onto the mattress again with an overwhelming orgasm.

The weight on the bed beside me disappears and I lay my head on the pillow, feeling too tired to follow him to the bathroom and clean myself up. When he returns, he does so with a wet cloth that he uses to remove the rest of our fluids from my body. I gasp and open my eyes as I feel his fingers remove the remaining mess from me.

“I’m sorry. I thought you were asleep,” he says, removing the damp cloth from my body. “Are you still unable to sleep?”

“Yeah,” I murmur, sitting up on the bed with the sheet barely covering my body.

“If it’s about Sergei, I already told you there’s nothing to worry about. He’ll be fine.”

“It’s not that,” I say in a whisper with my head bowed.

“Then what is it?”