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Interrupting me, she asks, “What stunt?” and there’s a hint of a taunt in her question, as though she truly believes I didn’t figure it out—figure her out.
“I haven’t told Kai and Liam, but I know you were going to let Elena win. You promised me not to harm my sister.” I spit the last part, the word tasting foul. “And I know you wouldn’t break your fucking word, no matter how misplaced. So you were going to lose. It’s why you’ve been hiding, and why you’ve signed away everything.”
She scoffs and averts her gaze, acting like I haven’t known her for almost my entire life.
“Look me in the eye, and tell me I’m wrong,” I volley. Then I place a finger below her chin and slowly lift her face until she has no choice but to look at me. “Go ahead, Cia. Try to lie to me,” I taunt her, my voice taking on a gravelly tone.
Her gaze flicks to the closed door before she stubbornly looks at me, her gray eyes showing me the storm brewing inside her. I keep watching her as she gnaws on her bottom lip, silently wishing I was the one doing the biting.
I briefly consider eliciting the answers through other means, however, I quickly give up on that idea. If she doesn’t tell me willingly, it won’t count. After yesterday’s breakthrough I refuse to move backwards.
“You’re not wrong,” she whispers so softly I almost miss it. “At least I don’t think so. It was my intention to keep my promise, but…” she trails off when she starts to sound uncertain.
Nodding, I grip her hips hard. “But you don’t know if you could actually lose on purpose when you were in the thick of it,” I state, saying what she apparently couldn’t bring herself to say. “For what it’s worth, I don’t know if I could either. It’s not in us to roll over.” I chuckle darkly as one of my dad’s many lessons pops into my head.
Throughout the countless lessons we’ve received from Dad, yielding was never one of them. We’ve been trained to win at any cost and if you can’t win, you go out in a blaze of glory, taking as many opponents with you as you can. Those are the rules, and I doubt either of us can do less than our best after years of having that drilled into us.
When the bathtub is almost full, I switch the water off before making Cia sit on the edge. Only her feet are submerged, making her nipples pebble. I get into the bathtub, placing myself between her parted thighs.
“You smell so fucking good,” I groan as I nuzzle her sex with my nose. The scent of her sweet arousal is so enticing I almost forget why I can’t allow myself to feast on her cunt yet. I look up at her to make sure she’s still holding the blade. “Cut your thigh for me,” I rasp, fighting the urge to wrap my hand around my cock.
Cia beams at me before she moves Liam’s knife to the top part of her inner thigh. It’s the part just below her bikini line, which is fucking perfect. At my approving nod, she swipes the steel across her soft flesh. Her blood immediately rushes to the surface, and I pinch her skin to force more of her life source to fall into my hand.
I smack my lips while I coat her beautiful cunt, painting the folds, her clit, and even her slit red. Then I leisurely swipe my tongue across the fresh cut before I kiss and nip my way to her pussy. Cia squirms on the edge, her breathing already heavy and loud.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I moan appreciatively before I lick her sex from top to bottom. “So fucking stunning.” Her cunt muffles my words, but there’s no way I’m moving away. Not when I have the most intimate taste of her on my tongue.
Like a fucking dog I keep lapping, not wanting to waste a drop of her blood or her cunt juices. The flavors of her are exploding on my tongue, and a guttural groan is ripped from my throat. Needing more, I bite her clit, not letting go until she cries my name—pleasure and pain mixed into her sounds.
“Gus… I—” Undulating her hips so my face is completely buried in her cunt, she clamps her legs around my head, making me feel like she’s going to suffocate me.
“Yes!” I groan, urging her on because what a fucking way to go that would be.
Her entire body shakes, and her moans are nonsensical as she comes on my face. She’s still grinding on my face, and I hum appreciatively, loving every fucking second of it.
Cia moans loudly as I take my time eating her out, licking and prodding at every crevice and bundle of nerves. Her cut is still bleeding, so I keep painting her cunt so I can lick it away again. When she winds her fingers into my hair and pulls at the short strands, I finally slide two fingers into her drenched opening.
“Gus… oh… Gus!” Throwing her head back, she screams as she convulses on my tongue again, sending a rush of her desire into my mouth, and I greedily swallow every drop of her arousal.
I make her come four times before I can make myself pull back. Both my hands are covered in her blood, and I kind of wish I could see my face as well.
Cia untangles herself and stands up. I chuckle when she steadies herself with a hand on my shoulder. There’s something completely carnal about seeing her like this, knowing it’s because of me that she can barely do something as basic as standing.
“Wow,” she breathes, looking down at me, through hooded eyes, as I’m still on my knees in the bathtub.
I smile at her, feeling slightly deranged having a soft expression on my face when I know I’m covered in her blood. Rather than lingering on that, I palm her hips and pull her down so she’s straddling me in the red water.
“Fuck me, Cia,” I rasp, and she does.
She’s as far gone as I am while she bounces on my hard, throbbing cock. Her head is thrown back, and her eyes squeezed shut while she rides me like we’re at the rodeo.
When I can no longer take the sweet torture of being at her mercy, I grip her roughly and force her to her knees. Positioning myself behind her, I grab two handfuls of her ass, spreading the cheeks so I can watch her puckered opening contract while I slam into her cunt.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” I grunt, thrusting into her with long, hard strokes. Her bun has come undone, so I wrap her silky strands around one of my hands, pulling her head back. “Scream for me, Cia. Let me hear how good you feel with my cock buried inside you.”
I continue slamming into her, reveling in the sounds we make. Each moan and cry I elicit sends me closer to the edge, and it’s fucking torture to hold back as her greedy cunt contracts, her inner walls holding my cock in a vice-like grip like her body can’t bear to let go of me.
“Gus!” she screams my name, shuddering and shaking as she comes for the sixth time.
