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“You’re not here all the time, you can’t possibly police that.” She underestimates me. She doesn’t realize just how deep my obsession runs, but she will.
“There are cameras that cover every single inch of this house. If you so much as touch your pussy without my permission, you’ll find yourself chained to the bed anytime I’m not around. Is that what you want?” I raise my brow.
“No,” she whispers.
“That’s what I thought.” I smile smugly. “Now, I think there was something you were going to ask me for, or perhaps beg…” I trail off.
The fire in her glare only makes my cock twitch, but I remain crouched in front of her, waiting for the words to leave her pouty lips. “Can I please have your cum?” she mumbles.
“Not good enough,” I growl, bringing my face close to hers until we’re breathing the same air. “Try again, and each time you get it wrong is an orgasm I’m going to take from you.”
Snow’s mouth drops open but immediately snaps shut again as if she’s afraid I might shove something else into it. There’s only one thing I want to sink into her wet mouth, and that’s going to happen regardless. She lets out a defeated sigh. The more time she spends here with me, the more she realizes her free will is gone. Whatever I want is going to happen, and then what she wants may or may not happen depending on my mood and her behavior.
“Please Elijah, please give me your cum.” The words come out sweet, but there’s a hatred behind them that I will need to work on, but not right now. Right now, my sweet Snowflake is going to choke on my cock until she’s drained every drop from my balls.
I stand, gripping the base of my dick and rub it across her cheeks. “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
The moment she opens her mouth to snap back, I shove my cock all the way to the back of her throat, tearing a groan from my chest. Fuck, her mouth is perfect. I could spend the rest of my days buried right here and never come up for air.
I withdraw slightly before pushing back until I hit her gag reflex. “Let me in, Snow,” I murmur, moving my free hand to her neck. “Swallow for me.”
Tears gather at the corners of her eyes, but she’s in no position to argue and the moment her throat relaxes around my cock, I slide deep and it almost brings me to my knees. “Good girl,” I praise, brushing my fingers through her hair as I snap my hips in short strokes, never breaking eye contact.
The familiar tingling at the base of my spine tells me I’m getting close, and although I want to spend the rest of my fucking life right here with Snow at my feet, I can’t go another moment without the release I’ve needed since the day I took her.
“I’m going to come, Snow,” I warn. “Be a good girl and take every drop.”
When I erupt straight down her throat, stars play at the corners of my vision, and I barely keep my feet beneath me at the intensity. Every nerve ending sings with my release, the one I’ve been dreaming of for the last ten years. The first time I would fill one of Snow’s tight holes.
One down, two to go.
27
Snow
Shame burns at the edge of my consciousness.
I just allowed the enemy to use my body for his own pleasure. And what’s worse? I enjoyed it. Everything he did made me ache for him. His rough treatment only made me want more. The way he praised me made my heart skip a beat. And the rapture in his eyes as he came down my throat, holding my hair so tight I’m sure he tore chunks from my scalp, it was like art. That’s the only way I can describe the way he fell apart above me, allowing himself to be vulnerable.
I was so mesmerized by the moment that I almost choked on his hot sticky cum before I finally swallowed it down.
As soon as his grip on my hair loosens, I pull away from him, scooting back until I hit the wall before bringing my knees up to my chest. I can’t believe I let him do that to me. I can’t believe I was so stupid to think he meant it when he said he wouldn’t force himself on me. But then I’ve always been the stupid Saint James. The expendable one even. Storm is the leader, Wynter is always so poised and perfect, and Rayne is the strong one. They each forged a role in the family, and I never did. Even the tabloids know it.
I’ve lost count of the number of articles the trash newspapers in the city have written about me. Every time I step out of the house, I’ve done something wrong in society’s eyes, and there’s always someone there to capture my mistakes. Except of course when I needed the paparazzi to be there the day Elijah stole me from my life and everything I love. The only time in years they’ve missed something notable happening, and it just so happens to be me being kidnapped by the cruelest man in the city. How convenient.
For long moments my breathing comes in fast and hard pants. Panic claws up my throat but it's too overbearing for me to fight, and so I allow it to drag me down with it.
Tonight I was held at gunpoint and I thought that was the worst thing that could ever happen to me, but God, was I wrong. The worst thing that could happen to me was having my freedom taken from me, and on top of that, my freewill.
Elijah has taken everything from me. Every fucking thing. But I can’t allow him to take anything else, not without fighting like my life depends on it. Because if he lied to me about this, he’s sure to have lied to me about other things. Like what will happen to me when all of this ends.
“Snow?” Elijah’s voice startles me. It’s closer than it should be. I left him a few feet away and didn’t hear him move, but then again, I’ve often thought he moves like a silent assassin, it shouldn’t surprise me anymore.
I don’t look up at him, too ashamed of what I’ve allowed him to do to my body. Instead, I tighten my arms around my knees and bury my face as deep as I can into them. I can’t allow myself to fall apart in front of the man who holds my entire fate in his hands, even if I now know there’s nowhere in this house he can’t see me. Nowhere I can fall apart.
Rough hands brush up my bare legs and although my mind tells me to pull away, my body remains rooted in place. “Snowflake,” he whispers my nickname like a prayer. His hands disappear for a moment and the way my heart sinks at the thought of him leaving me after what he just did only adds to the shame tearing me apart piece by piece.
A moment later my body is lifted from the ground and my side rests against his chest. He presses a gentle kiss to my temple as he takes a few steps to the bed, carefully sitting back and keeping his arms wrapped around me. It’s just another one of the times I should fight like hell, but I don’t have any fight left in me. Not tonight at least.
