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“Use your teeth,” he growls out. “I want us both to hurt.”
Relaxing my throat, I let him surge deep inside. I gag around his thick length, feeling my mouth stretch until there are tears in my eyes. He’s velvety smooth against my tongue, his flavor sharp and addicting in the best way.
I take him down as much as I can, and only when I feel like he can’t fit anymore, do I graze my teeth lightly across his flesh. He grunts, bowing over me with his hands braced against the tiles. His hips thrust, commanding and eager, and I know how good that would feel stretching to fit himself inside the deepest parts of me.
“Harder,” he orders. “I want to feel your anger, Little Bird.”
My nails sink into the muscle of his thighs. I swallow and do as he says, putting pressure against his cock, making him jolt. Each time I increase the pressure just a fraction, and each time I do, he thrusts, harder and harder until I feel him in the back of my throat. Every pump of his hips slams my head back just a bit further, and every pump of his hips has my own pussy pulsing with empty desire.
I never thought being used would feel this fucking good.Use me. Fuck me how you need and let me give you everything you’ve given me.
I moan around his cock, and his hands slam down against my head. Then he begins using me in earnest. I’m nothing more than a hole for him to fill as he pounds into me without remorse and without stopping. Yet it... it feels like I’m so much more than that. I choke, spit pooling from the sides of my mouth, and my eyes flick up to find him already staring down at me.
Like I hold his entire world in his hands when I’m kneeling at his feet. He looks at me with both tenderness and hatred, like they’re colliding inside in a desperate clash, and he’s unleashing all of those emotions on me right now.
My pussy throbs. Can I cum from this alone? I feel like I might.
His fingers tighten through the threads of my hair at the base of my neck. That glare stays prominent on his face, and his voice is little more than a ghost’s that echoes through the room. “You’re going to swallow every last fucking drop, Atlas.”
He begins to spurt in my mouth, and I choke.
“Don’t you dare spit a single fucking drop out, you hear me?”
I swallow him down. Slight pulses of saltiness push across my tongue with every forceful thrust until it slips from my lips at the corners, and he swipes it away with his thumb.
“Fucking take me,” he growls.
His hips move faster, and my own mimic those movements, though it’s empty and hollow, and I fucking need him to fill me entirely. I find no release.
“Swallow it all. And if another fucking man ever tries to kiss you? It’ll be me he tastes on your lips.” He slides the cum from his hand back onto the thick base of his shaft and pushes my head down to lap that up too.
His cock pulses against my tongue. With a violent groan, he erupts fully inside me, and I swallow every last drop until he shoves away from me and slides to his knees. His hands press to my center, fingers toying teasingly with my clit.
“You look so pretty choking on my cum like my good fucking girl,” he whispers to me, holding me roughly by the back of my neck while he pumps into my pussy in his demanding way. His fingers fuck me hard and deep like he has memorized my body and everything it needs.
Water crashes down on us, beating across my breasts while he takes in the sight of me and my desperate moans. He smirks maliciously as he works me faster, deeper, rougher.
My orgasm is immediate. My cries echo across the tiles, and he silences them with a slow, open-mouthed kiss that steals away my breath and every thought in my head. I fall into his arms, shaking from cold and heat like I’ve been perfectly and thoroughly fucked.
Rowan presses a kiss to my hair. “I mean it though,” he whispers like a confession, his words crawling up the walls like a far-off dream. “I will kill anyone who tries to take you from me, Atlas. You are mine and mine alone. Mine to watch, mine to protect, mine to love, and mine to kill if I so please.”
He pulls away, his hand gripping my throat once again. But this time, his touch is tender, and there’s something that looks like regret in his eyes.
My own hands lift, though I feel weak all over, and I grab him by the neck, too, digging my nails in.
“That means you’re mine too?” I whisper. I mean for it to sound confident and possessive. But it comes out like a question only he can answer.
Something fractures in his eyes, and he leans into me. He looks regretful when he nods. Like he’s sentencing me to a life he doesn’t want for me.
“You make me weak. I can’t even fucking kill you when I’m paid to do it. No way in hell I’ll do it for free,” he confesses with a small smirk.
I smile at him, and it conveys all the warmth I’m feeling inside. “You don’t scare me, Rowan Stone.”
His sigh is drowned beneath the sound of the water beading over our skin. “But you should be scared, Little Bird. If there’s anyone you should fear in this world, it’s me.”
Eighteen
Atlas
