Page 37 of Captive Ruin

I take a calming breath, trying to hold my tongue. It doesn’t work; I take another.

Then I decide the hell with it.

“I really fucking hate you.”

“Whereas I really like you,” he replies. His hand leaves my thigh, running lightly up my body, cupping one breast as his thumb brushes over my nipple. I fight not to react. “You know what I like the most?”

I don’t bother asking. I don’t want to hear whatever twisted sexual fixation he has with my breasts, or the enjoyment he gets out of making me squirm.

He doesn’t seem to mind my silence. “Your eyes,” he says. “So very green, so very expressive. I could gaze at them for hours, and never get bored.”

I blink in surprise. That was almost… nice.

Why does he do this? Blindsiding me with comments like that, when he has no right making them?

“Especially when you’re trying to be defiant,” he continues. “I like the way they flash.”

Wait. Trying to be?

“Fuck you.” I pull at the cuffs, struggling on the bed. “Let me go, Van Wyk! I’m done! With you, with this—”

“Be still.” His voice cracks out. “I’ve had enough pushing for one evening. Spread your legs again, or I will punish you. And this time, it won’t be play.”

His tone isn’t one I’ve heard before, and I know I’ve gone too far. The edge in his voice has gone from hard to razor sharp.

Even so, I consider defying him for longer than is safe. Then I draw my knees up in resignation, spreading myself open, closing my eyes, turning my head to the side. Back to Plan A—he fucks me, he leaves, I buy a gun. I’ll be ready for him if he ever returns.

“And my name is Lukas,” he says, as he gets off the bed and walks around until he’s standing before me.

I don’t bother to respond, just wanting this over with now. I close my eyes.

The bed shifts as he climbs on. His hands cup my thighs, pushing my legs back farther. As if I wasn’t open enough.

I’m expecting him to fuck me without a care, but it’s not his cock that pushes into me. It’s his tongue. Slippery and soft, probing my entrance then licking through my folds, finding my clit without hesitation.

I gasp, body tightening. Not this. Please, not this.

His tongue swirls around it, then dips down again, sliding inside me and licking within.

“You’re divine,” he murmurs against me, rubbing his face against my sex, like he wants my scent on him. He presses into me, tongue delving as deep as he can get it, then he licks up to my clit, sucking it between his lips.

I want to buck my hips, to escape the intensity of what he’s doing to me. But he’s bending me back, my thighs held, my hands bound, and all I can do is endure. I can’t even help my whimpers.

Van Wyk takes his time. He teases my clit over and over, circling it, not quite giving me the friction I need but edging me. I don’t know how he knows what I like best, but it’s working. Maybe he’s psychic. Maybe he’s just amazing in bed. Or a scary thought: maybe we’re compatible. Whatever the reason, resisting his tongue is proving harder with every passing minute.

“I want to taste your cum, Little Stray,” he tells me, releasing his grip on my leg to slide a finger inside me. His mouth returns, and this time he’s not holding back.

I tense as he lashes his tongue back and forth over my clit, alternating it with fast, soft licks that drive me wild. What does it matter if I let him make me come? It’s not like I have a choice. I don’t have to resist this, do I?

I’m not sure I can, anyway.

His finger curls within me, rubbing over my g-spot, and I grip the bars of the headboard as pleasure floods through me. His tongue hasn’t stopped, driving me ever closer to my release, and I can’t fight the two sensations working together.

I cry out as I give in to him, my orgasm crashing through me, but he doesn’t stop licking and another follows quickly on the heels of the first. Wave after wave of pleasure, my toes curling, my knees pulling back farther to give him more of me, light exploding on the back of my eyelids.

It’s a while before he eases up, his licks becoming slower and longer, like he’s cleaning me. The thought sends another aftershock through me, and I shudder beneath him.

Only then does he rise up over me, one arm braced to take his weight. His body is solid above me, muscles tightening as he holds himself. The head of his cock presses against me, strong and hard. He lets it fall heavily against my clit, then nudges my entrance.