by Robinson, M.
He arched a demanding eyebrow, waiting impatiently as always. He was standing right in front of me, watching me with an expression I couldn’t read, once again a blank canvas, a mystery, a monster in plain sight. So frustrating!
“That’s right, Juliet. Just like that.”
His sultry voice set my nerves on fire. It didn’t take long for my body to respond, working my clit harder and more demanding than I ever had.
I didn’t do this often, but when I did, I fantasized about no one in particular.
This time, I only saw him through my hooded eyes. My legs trembled the closer I got to giving him what he wanted. I couldn’t hold back any longer. As much as I wanted to stare into his eyes, my body betrayed me.
My back arched against the piano while my lips moaned his name, “Donovan…” I shattered from the most intense orgasm.
Panting profusely, I tried to catch my bearings from what had just occurred between us. Anxiously waiting for his next move, I felt him before I saw him. His face buried in between my legs. Not giving me a chance to recover from the high I had hustinflicted.
His tongue was relentless.
Licking from my opening to my clit.
Working me over with his skilled mouth.
I let him have his way. Every last part of me belonged to him.
I knew that now.
I knew that then.
Maybe he was the reason I existed in the first place. I relaxed at the thought.
I was confused.
Torn.
Conflicted.
This wasn’t me. And yet, he made me feel like maybe, just maybe, this had been me all along.
Shaking away the hasty feelings, I moaned, “Ah…” my back arched off the piano again.
He slid his fingers into me while sucking hard on my clit. His body took on a whole different demeanor. The cold, calloused bastard was gone, and the lenient and giving man from minutes ago appeared out of thin air like he never left this room.
He was being gentle with me, afraid I would suddenly break in another way than he brutally craved. His mouth and fingers taking their time, making love to me, building me up, and letting me enjoy the sweet torture of his tongue.
My body began to tremble, a feeling only he could generate within me. There was something different about him in that second. He was living in the moment, feasting on like he needed to prove he owned my body, mind, and soul.
He wanted me to feel worshiped, my body burning for him in every way possible. He fed me what my soul needed. My heart rapidly beat in my chest, making it difficult to breathe. My breath became erratic, urgent, and heady. Falling over the edge repeatedly.
“Oh, God,” I screamed out in a voice I didn’t recognize, climaxing so fucking hard I saw stars behind my eyes.
I withered around, coming down from the pleasure, feeling loved and adored. I hadn’t realized he released the hold he had on my thighs and was hovering above me within seconds. His large muscular frame made me feel so tiny, so safe.
Trust me, the irony was not lost on me.
I knew my monster.
He knew me.
This was no fairy tale.
This was life.
It was hard.
And it was mine.
I couldn’t wait to stare into his serene eyes, to feel as though he was owned by someone other than himself. Mine, once again. Savoring the feel of his secure arms and his hard cock against me, I breathed in his masculine, addicting scent.
Feeling his breath along my lips, he praised, “You’re such a good girl, Juliet. Such a lovely, beautiful girl. How can I stop myself from wanting to own every last part of you?”
My hooded eyes stared into his lust-filled ones.
Passion.
Self-loathing.
Never imagining I would see the man, hear what he was confessing.
My eyes widened, tranquil and at peace. Immediately wanting this roller coaster of emotions to consume me.
“There’s a very thin line between love and hate, little girl.”
He was right.
He didn’t falter, standing up between my legs, sliding the zipper of his tuxedo pants down. He didn’t even get undressed. With a devious grin, I caught the wetness of my orgasm down his mouth and chin. He wore it like it was his prize, like it was his honor, like it was everything he’d ever wanted and needed to become whole.
Roughly, he tugged my thighs toward him, effortlessly sliding my heated body toward his dick. Placing me where he wanted me, I was now a couple of inches away from his hard cock.
I’d never seen another man, but Donovan was stunning.
Big.
Firm.
Wide.
He would break me with it, and I didn’t care. I was his to do with what he saw fit. I was a virgin, and he knew that. Sliding his hand up and down the length of his shaft, he jacked off in front of me. It was such an erotic sight to witness, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what he was doing to himself. He fisted his dick harder and harder, confirming my suspicions.
“I don’t make love, Juliet. I can’t … I won’t.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Juliet
My mouth parted, and I licked my dry lips. Watching the tormented man in front of me, making me want him even more.
He waited for me to say the words, “I don’t care. Fuck me then.”
Pressing my fingernails hard into my skin, I braced myself for his thrust that would soon come. I’d witnessed both sides of this broken man.
The good and the bad.
His heaven and hell.
Pleasure and pain.
His love…
His hell.
The villain wasn’t asleep anymore. No, I’d awakened the sleeping beast, and he’d finally come out to play. He leaned over, his lips getting close to my face, his cock at my opening.
In a sick and twisted way, I wanted this. His dominance had become an aphrodisiac for me. He kissed my lips with so much urgency that I could have come from that alone. When his tongue touched mine, I moaned, and it was in that instant that he thrust inside of me with one hard shove, filling me to the tilt.
I loudly gasped as my body jerked forward from the intrusion through my virtue.
“I take, Juliet. I don’t know another way to be, to live. This is the man I am, but for you… I wish I could be different.”
His body trembled against mine; his words were kind against his harsh actions. I gripped onto the edge of the piano, biting my lower lip until I tasted blood. This was happening. My happily ever after with my villain, bringing me home but not mine, his, he was pulling me into his home, his world, and I was helpless as I fell for him and all his deviousness.
His tongue licked from one end of my lips to the other. I tasted myself as he swallowed my blood, sliding out and back in.
This was our beginning when it should have been our ending.
A final taste.
A hello mixed with a bloody goodbye.
Thrusting in and out, he didn’t let up. My hands instinctively reached for him for comfort, for support, for something, anything. With one grip, he crudely pinned them over my head, not allowing me to touch him, even for one second.
I couldn’t feel his warmth, only his turmoil. Suddenly, his demeanor changed, showing me the connection, the love which I longed for more than anything.
“Stay,” he ordered in a light murmur, moving his hand from my wrist to touch my clit instead.
I panted, instantly feeling the craze he was stirring. I was still sensitive from his assault with his tongue. Tears rolled down my face, and I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped from my throat.
He growled from deep within his own, toying with my clit as he licked away my tears.
Side-to-side.
Up and down.
He drew out another orgasm, owning even my pleasure in that moment.
I was wet.
Slippery.
My blood on his dick.
His eyes bore into mine, and I half shut my gaze, about to come.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”
I tried to keep them open, and he angled his forehead on top of mine. Fucking me harder, faster, his fingers worked overtime.
I cried.
I begged.
Until he won what he sought.
My come.
I couldn’t stop.
Taking me how he really wanted, making me feel like I was his—owned. Thrusting in and out of me with such abandonment, such hunger, fighting a battle of love versus hate. More tears slid down my face as he kissed them all away. Our eyes locked, and he showed me everything I so desperately wanted to see.
A roar erupted from his core, allowing his demons to prevail.
He came deep inside of me.
I came again.
It was such a crazy thing that was happening. One minute I was hurting from his cock, the next, I was coming on it.
Through our entwined bodies, I tried to stay in this moment with him; however, it was no use. My mind was thrown into another rational thought.
We didn’t use a condom, and I wasn’t on the pill.
Did he know that too? What was he trying to accomplish here?
His body collapsed over mine, shoving my questions away like he did my sanity. I heard him groan and felt him shudder, shaking my body from his own orgasm. This was supposed to be his way of freeing me from his hell, except it was the opposite. He only dragged me along with him, burning me alive with his demons and mine.
I hissed when he pulled out, immediately feeling the loss of him. He kissed my sweaty neck and left me there alone, with so many questions I didn’t even know where to begin.
I stayed put.
I didn’t move an inch, afraid of what would happen if I did. He wordlessly shuffled around the room and disappeared into the bathroom. I closed my eyes, letting several tears stream down the sides of my face and onto the piano that would forever hold a part of us. Setting my hand over my heart, I waited for him to return.
When he finally did, I tried to breathe and shut my eyes as tight as I could. If my eyes were open, he would know. If I made a sound, he would know he meant something to me even when he shouldn’t.
Not strong enough to look up into his eyes, too weak to handle what I would see or what I wouldn’t, I continued to painfully squeeze my eyes shut, keeping the tears in place.
I heard his footsteps, walking back toward me. My legs were spread, and I felt a warm washcloth between my legs and down my thighs. He was cleaning me, tender, caring, slowly, from my core to my feet.
He had officially broken me, except this time…
Those broken pieces welded together with his.
We were one.
Jaded.
Fucked up.
In love.
He was the first to break the silence, declaring the truth I already knew, “This is the closest to making love that you’re going to get from me.” Licking off one last tear, he added, “Best get used to it now.”
Donovan
I was a monster.
A villain.
A bad, bad man.
However, for the first time in my life, I wished I could be different. Not for me, for her.
My Juliet.
After I tended to her, I carried her to my bed. She watched as I undressed, getting into bed naked, where she fell asleep in my arms.
This was my sorry excuse of a fucking life, and I was dragging her into the pits of hell with me. She didn’t deserve it, and I would never let her go.
Give her back.
Mine.
No matter what.
I contemplated if I was really going to do this, for days, for nights, the entire time she slept in my arms. All I knew was there was no going back from here. She wouldn’t return to her room, to the stuff I’d bought for her, to her comfort I’d created out of pure chaos. She would stay in my bed, in my suite, sleep in my arms every night and wake up in them every morning.
I’d keep her with me, always.
Sometime during the night, I must have fallen asleep, which was unusual for me. You see, villains never sleep. They prowled with an evil energy that caused their minds to continue to work overtime, wondering what the next conquest would be when they’d get their next pull. Being a villain was like being hooked on cocaine. You were always waiting for your next hit, wondering about it, dreaming, wishing—except for the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t the villain who stayed awake and plotted. I was the one who went to sleep and actually slept.
The comfort she provided without even knowing it was found in her arms, in her warmth, in her tight pussy wrapped around my cock.
I’d never taken a woman’s virginity. It was too personal, too private, and I never wanted my slave to think she was mine in that way. With Juliet, the moment I learned she was a virgin, I fucked my fist to the visions of taking her for the first time. Her blood on my dick, her cries of pain, her moans of passion…
They all belonged to me now.
I owned every last part of her, just how I intended before I even had her taken.
My mind was made up as soon as she laid in my bed, wearing nothing but the flesh on her skin. I tossed and turned, shooting straight up from sleep.
I didn’t feel her.
I couldn’t see her.
Fuck.
“Pet,” I announced in an eerie tone, glaring around my empty bedroom.
Realizing very fucking quickly what I had to do, I darted out of bed and threw on my tuxedo slacks as I made my way out of my suite. Taking the fucking stairs two at a time, I didn’t want to waste a minute waiting for the elevator.
My feet pounded against the cold steps, echoing through the stairwell and down each corridor. A fucking rope tugging me to her, I reassured myself repeatedly that she was still there with me.
Safe.
“Juliet!” I shouted at the end of the stairs.
No answer.
Not one.
Fuck.
I ran from one room to another, shouting her name from the rooftops. Panic began settling in, and I swallowed it back down.
Did she escape? How?
My estate was crawling with guards, so she couldn’t have gone far. Slamming the door open to the kitchen, I walked in on Juliet sitting on the island naked, eating fucking cereal.
“Hey, were you calling my name?”
“You could say that.”
“Oh.” She smiled. “I was hungry, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
I stepped further into the kitchen, enjoying the naked Juliet show for a minute. My cock strained against my slacks from the sight of her perfect pink pussy, still glistening from the night’s events. Her soft moans filled the room, making me think twice about the fact that I wanted to put her over my knee and tell her she was a very bad girl for leaving my bed without permission.
My dark impulsions seethed at me to make it right, show her that she was supposed to be obedient, and I was her master.
Deep down, I knew she felt and saw each and every moment of weakness, including now. That was how profound our connection was, which was all the more reason I needed to set the plan back into action.
I couldn’t.
I wouldn’t.
Even if I wanted to, I didn’t.
I would die before I ever let anything happen to her. Thinking about my life, I came to terms with the fact that Juliet was the first woman I ever truly, wholeheartedly was falling for.
She was made for me.
And maybe, just maybe, I was made for her too.
That realization alone nearly brought me to my knees.
I didn’t think twice about it as I stepped in front of her. Not giving a flying fuck what was right or wrong anymore, or what I had to do, I grabbed her bowl of cereal. Resisting the urge to laugh at the sight of her, with wide eyes, she peered at me. Ready to get down on her knees and beg for forgiveness if she needed to.
Whatever it took
to please me, that much was clear and evident on her beautiful face.
In one fluid motion, I pulled her into my arms. Holding her close against my chest for a second, she froze, not expecting my abrupt gesture.
Despite wanting to punish her, I wanted her comfort more. Before I knew what I was saying, I breathed out, “You’re such a good girl for not trying to escape.”
She relaxed instantly in my arms before pulling away to hold my face in between her hands. I’d never allowed anyone to touch me, and more than that, to comfort me.
“Did you think I would leave you? Even after what happened between us tonight?”
I hid back a smile. “What happened tonight, pet?”
She blushed… her cheeks a rosy red. Reminding me of her luscious ass when I spanked her into submission. Memories from our encounters came flooding back, trying to find the calm to my storm. I wanted to tug that hair with my fist and pull her down across the floor just so I could look at her, just so I could see that wide-eyed lustful expression and know it was all for me.
With a stern and sincere expression on her face, she replied, “You made me yours.”
My chest tightened. This feeling. What was this feeling? My lips parted as I whispered back to her, “Pet, you’ve always been mine.”
“And tonight, you proved it,” she said immediately.
“To you?”
A slow nod.
“I see.”
“Do you?”
I arched an eyebrow, still holding her in my arms.
“Do you see me, Master? Do you see what you’ve done to me?”
I froze, unable to hide in the shadows anymore without her knowing. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, mesmerized by her beauty, her nature, her fucking heart. The way she poured her heart and soul out to me like it was one of the easiest things to do. I’d never seen her look so breathtakingly stunning before.
She was glowing.
Radiant.
Dripping with sexuality and this confidence that was so addicting I wanted to taste it.
As if she had newborn skin, a new identity, for a moment, I didn’t recognize the woman staring back at me. Like we were the only two people in the world. She was so full of life, so happy in her element, so content in her surroundings. The dark cloud I shadowed over her had been lifted, breaking free from the hold I was suffocating her in.