“Let it go.” I groan into her ear, feeling nothing but a rush of desire. Desire for her but also disgust for myself and the shame I feel for what I went through. Things that I should have defended myself against.
Things that will make her look at me differently.
Her body shakes against mine and I know she’s gearing up to argue with me.
“Damn you.” I bite her ear lobe, enjoying her gasp.
I have no idea what she thinks of me, especially after I told her the most shameful part of it all, when my innocence was robbed from me at a young age, but the rest of it though? No, I won’t tell her but she’s too fucking smart.
“Tell me.” She whispers.
“Just let it go. It’s none of your business.” I growl.
“I won’t.” She stubbornly denies and I growl, feeling frustrated and challenged by her.
Star might know me, but there are things in my life, things that I have done, things that have been done to me, that she isn’t supposed to know or be aware of.
I move, and she hangs on tighter to me. I hold her up to the wall by my waist and use my hands to rip her flimsy top down the middle. And just like I knew when I saw her wrapped in that fucking blanket, walking over to our spot in the cold from my window, I knew she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that shit fabric she calls a night shirt.
How she wears the ugly thing and is able to pull it off as if she is wearing the sexiest lingerie is beyond me.
I lower my head and suck on her hard nipples, enjoying her scent, her warmth and her squirm. I bite down on one of her perky tits, feeling like I’ll never get enough of this. Of her.
I twist and pinch the other nipple, alternating between them, enjoying the way her chest is moving faster with each beautiful, elongated moan that I’m able to get from her, driving her wild.
“Kiss me.” She demands.
“Hmm, it’s not very nice to demand things that you’re not entitled to.” I say, deciding there and then to push her limits tonight, teach her that she’s mine even when she doesn’t see it that way.
Boyfriend and girlfriend my fucking ass. We are more than that.
“I’m not going to beg you to kiss me.” She frowns, and I choose that moment to grab the shower gel, feeling an insane need to have her smelling like me, in every way that she can.
“For me, you’ll beg.” I smirk and she groans.
“It seems you were knocked around a bit too many times if you think I’m going to do that with a straight face.” She shoots me that smile of hers that weakens my knees and puffs out my chest at the same time. It drives me insane when she gives that same smile to other boys. . .I wonder if she did that in London.
“A straight face, huh?” I challenge. I squirt some of the gel directly on her chest and she gasps, probably because of the coldness of it against her hot skin and the hot water.
I wrap one hand around her waist and the other I use to start spreading the wash gel around her chest, making sure to tease her hard nipples that are begging to be sucked on. Begging to be loved by me. Only me.
“Let’s see your straight face, baby.” I whisper in her ear, smirking against her then pull back to watch her fight to keep that so called straight face on. I watch with a hooded gaze as suds are now coating her chest, her mouthwatering tits, and then running down her sleek body with the hot water on her skin.
I watch transfixed as they go down her taunt and flat stomach, her muscles tense with anticipation. Hmm, I wonder if she’s still taking those self-defense classes. If not, I’ll have to make her do them again.
I stare at her nipples so hard, teasing the hard peaks with my fingers as if I’m about to pinch them and apply pressure but I don’t and she moans in frustration.
“Fuck.” She moans and I chuckle. Her hair is wet and her wide eyes staring up at me with desire, curiosity and need flashing in them. Need that I answer to. I start twisting her nipples in earnest and she almost screams.
“Hmm, that’s a bit too much noise, Star. Did you want to wake up Frankie? I mean, he will come and check what’s going on.”
“What?” She breathes and I pinch and twist again, making her scream. “No.”
“Then don’t make noise.” I say, enjoying the way she bites her lip, as her eyes flare with fire. God she’s stunning. More than a wet dream come to life.
I watch in satisfaction as her face twists into a mix between not enough pleasure and a bite of pain.
It’s fucking beautiful on her.
“Ace. . .” She cries out as I set her down and quickly pull down her shorts, following that with more gel, her soft, creamy skin now a beautiful canvas with the suds washing down her body from her chest down to her legs.
I’m a goner for this girl., but I can’t give her all of me. She won’t want that.
“Just beg nicely.” I groan and smirk at the same time. Fuck, if I keep this going, I’m going to fucking cum all over her stomach like a fucking schoolboy whose just watched his first clip of porn. “There’s no shame in it.”
I’m now kneeling before her, my fingers playing so close to her pussy, washing her inner thighs as I look up into her eyes, knowing damn well that I’m driving her insane with lust and need. The expression on her face tells me everything I need to know.
“Please.” She finally whispers but even that word is filled with disbelief and shame. Disbelief that she is even saying the word. And shame that I’m directly in view of her pretty and sweet pussy.
I bring my pointer and middle finger to her pussy lips, taking my time to slide her lips open, watching her as she gasps for breath. I’ve hardly touched her and she’s about to shoot off like a rocket.
“Come on baby. I didn’t hear that mumble at all. Did you want something?” I taunt, pushing her and I reach her clit and start applying pressure there, her sleek passage calling for my dick that’s heavy, fucking hard and ready to go.
“Please.” She tries again, her cheeks now flaming with a blush that’s spreading down to her chest. I want to chase that blush, see if it reaches her pussy or not.
“A bit louder, the shower is drowning your voice.” I smirk, watching her growing irritated and flush at the same time.
She huffs then, getting frustrated with me because I’m not giving her what she needs. I start applying a bit more pressure, feeling her pussy clench and unclench, wanting to grip onto something, desperately needing to convulse with a powerful rush of an orgasm that I can give her.
I enjoy the way she almost jumps away from me as if she wants to flee away from this. . .torture.
“All you have to do is ask.” I smirk, watching her as I torture her. But this is only the beginning.
“God.” She gasps. “This is ridiculous.”
“It’s you and me baby. You’re not begging for anyone else, it’s just me.” I whisper, knowing that she’s looking for assurance as she looks at me.
She wants to know if I’ll demean her or belittle her.
Don't you know that you are everything, Star?
Don’t you know that I won’t let you fall? The billion-dollar question is, will you let me fall? Will you break me?
I give her a little push as I blow on her clit.
“Fucking please!” She screams.
Ah! There she is. But I’m an asshole, I’m not done torturing her.
“Please what? Please stop. Please make me cum?” I question shaking my head as if disappointed, but I’m enjoying this a bit too much.
“You’re a jerk.” She curses and I smirk. You have no idea, baby.
“You have to be specific, Star.” I growl, enjoying the way I’m frustrating the hell out of her while torturing the both of us. She looks down at me, watching me, and I notice the moment surrender washes through her body, her eyes growing softer, her body less tense and screaming MINE!
“Please make me cum.” She whispers, looking down at me with a look that will command kingdoms to be at her beck and call and nations to be at her disposal, aw
aiting her direction and rule.
I’m a king yes but she? She was a star not of this world. She had the whole earth and everyone in it beneath her, shining bright and high. So fucking untouchable.
And so fucking coveted and wanted by so many.
I’m a king but I knew she would make me bow before her throne. I don’t think I’m comfortable with that.
With those angry thoughts in mind, I raise one of her legs and throw it over my shoulder and with a wink her way, I start feasting on her sleek and hot pussy, enjoying her essence like I could live off of it my whole life. Her scent can drive a man to murder and her taste can redeem that man.
That man is me. It will always be me.
She starts shaking, her entire body trembling as I suck on her clit and with three fingers, I thrust into her pussy and her inner-walls immediately clench on. My dick jumps and I groan, feeling pre-cum leaking from the head. I guess the vibration from my groan does something to her because she screams again.
“Oh God, Ace.”
“That’s right, baby. Say my fucking name.” I growl against her clit as I start thrusting my fingers in and out of her all while sucking on her clit with an urgency that I seem to only have when it comes to her. I fucking devour her.
Once.
Twice
And before I can count the third time, she shoots off the wall and tugs at my hair tightly, pulling as she screams out a long moan as her orgasm crashes through her again and again and again.
I drink of her as much as I can but I’m suddenly out of patience. Standing up, I quickly grab her neck and kiss her, letting her taste herself as I play with her tongue ring. I reach back for the shower and switch it off and then I’m pulling her out of the large glass stall.
A sense of urgency hits me in that moment, I don’t even bother taking my time to dry us both. I just pick her up and the next thing I know, I’m kissing her fast, hard and long as I spread her on my bed.
“Are you protected?” I growl. Feeling like I’m going to combust any second now.
She looks up at me and then shakes her head. “I haven’t had the chance to get it done.”
“Okay.” I won’t rush her, or us, into having bare back sex even though I’m dying to.
When it comes to sex with Astraea and I, we both have to be on the same page or else it will turn ugly, what with the demons of our past. I have to be careful with her. The trust she has in me when I touch her, after knowing that she hasn’t liked being touched by anyone for four years, is not something I take lightly.
You don’t abuse that shit.
I reach for my drawer and grab the new box of custom made condoms I just had delivered. I rip the damn thing but before I can reach in and pull one out, she does it for me. I watch her in awe, my dick growing purple as more pre-cum leaks out.
“Let me.” Her soft yet rough voice whispers and I groan. Her voice is a perfect cross between alluring, lusty and fucking breathless, I want her so bad.
I watch as she rips the little packet with her teeth and with a cunning smile on her face, knowing damn well what she’s doing to me, taking her sweet time to torture me like I did in the bathroom, she looks up at me.
“Fuck, hurry up.” I growl.
“That’s not a nice thing to say, Ace.” She mocks, shaking one finger in my face. I reach for that finger with my teeth and bite down on it, softly. Then I bring that same hand to my dick, letting her feel how hard it is.
She looks at my cock, then up into my eyes and I know she’ll be a bit more wicked if I don’t say it.
“Please, hurry up.” I groan and she smirks, triumphantly.
The little minx knows what she’s doing. With that incentive, I help her cover my cock with the damn condom and then I start kissing her neck again, biting down, making sure to mark her outside as I will inside her as I drive into her.
Her back arches off the bed and I move with her, our bodies molded together like they are glued together. Droplets of water from the shower as well as sheen sweat makes our bodies move in a sleek way and she moans in my ears then bites down on the lobe, just like I did to her in the shower.
And then we are fucking.
Her hot, sleek pussy grips my dick so hard, I swear I can see literal stars behind my eyes if I close them but I can’t because the sight below me, the sight of her, is so damn captivating. She steals my breath away.per
“Do you feel that?” I demand, groaning as I look at her. “Do you feel me there?”
“Ace. . .” She whispers and I know she’s close.
She starts bucking her hips, meeting me thrust for thrust. Working with me, fucking me as much as I’m fucking her. She’s close. I can feel it in her. I grind into her, going as deep as I can and she screams, her pussy clenching my dick so damn tight, it’s like losing my virginity all over again. Lost in her.
“Come.” I whisper, our gazes locked.
I reach for her clit and bite down on her nipple at the same time, thrusting into her as I hit her sweet spot.
She lets go like she was waiting for that one word. She wraps her arms around my neck, then her legs around my waist, crashing me to her as I fuck her, pounding into her as I enjoy how her body starts shaking and spasming around my dick, as she cums long and hard.
Fuck.
I can’t hold it in any longer. Within seconds of her climax, I cum too. Just as hard but longer if I’m being honest, groaning in her ear.
My groans do something for her and she comes again, with a surprised look on her face, like she wasn’t expecting that.
“You’re beautiful.” I whisper as I look down at her, watching as she sheds a tear or two.
It hurts that she doesn’t think that she is beautiful and I somewhat think that calling her sexy will drag her to a dark place where she starts questioning if what happened to her was her fault.
I have seen enough documentaries and Oprah to know what I’m talking about.
So, I would rather use my instincts when it comes to her, gauging her thoughts and emotions when it comes to what she might want to hear. Maybe it’s also what I want her to breathe in and internalize.
“And you’re mine.” I growl as a warning.
She smiles then, looking up at me. “Yes, Ace.”
After another round of her messing me up and making me lose control in her, Star settles on top of my chest softly and I watch as her eyes flutter and close, with sleep.
I’m coming to the realization that my girl loves to be cuddled with, that the only way for her to actually sleep is when I hold her and just shut up. Silence shared works for her and strangely, it works for me. It keeps worlds of problems away. Or rather, she does that. Her light chases the darkness.
But it’s also her light that attracts danger.
Tonight, we don’t hate each other. We don’t have anyone plotting against us in this room. It’s just us but when tomorrow comes, things might be different.
So I hold her until I’m certain that she really does sleep. And that takes a solid four hours.
Four hours that my phone lights up and I ignore it. Four hours where I just fucking stare at her, drinking her in and soothing her frowns when they appear, whispering how much I adore her as she shifts and moves on top of me.
But after a while, I decide to get up and clean my damn wounds.
I wait for a few minutes before I shift her but as I turn to stand up from the bed, she starts to stir and then her eyes fly open, immediately landing on me with alarm.
I wonder what chases her in her sleep.
Could it be the asshole, scumbag that has been following her around after he raped her?
A shithead cut from the same cloth as Larry.
Just thinking of fucking Larry makes an ugly side of me rear its head. Larry, whose left side of his face I cut with a broken beer bottle, just before I made sure to drain him of all his money by leaking his passwords online, telling everyone—using an untraceable IP address that my father uses when making shady deals—
to spend as much as they can on the card.
I think someone bought a house in Beverly Hills.
I was young but that was good, but not enough. Not nearly enough.
“Hey.” She whispers, watching me.
“Hey yourself.” I whisper back, leaning in to bite her exposed nipple. God, it’s like her body was dipped in honey and I can’t get enough.
I’m not surprised that she’s already up, she doesn’t sleep well, my Star. And besides, she’s too fucking curious and restless to ever appreciate sleep. So cautious of the dark. Like me.
I kiss her long and hard, our tongues dancing.
“One day soon, this mouth with wrap around my dick. I want that piercing on my hard cock.” I groan, holding her chin in my and as our gazes lock together.
She reaches for my thumb with that wicked tongue and she sucks, hard.
“Like this?” She whispers.
“Careful.” I say quietly and she smiles, messing with my senses at the same time.
This girl. I kiss her one more time then up stand from the bed.
My room is still dark with only the moonlight filtering in but I can still feel her gaze tracking me as I go to my closet and grab a pair of sweatpants, choosing to go commando because with Star, I never know where the night will take us, I want her even now. Then I walk out and go across my large room towards the bathroom, so I can clean out the cuts and bruises.
“You changed your room?” She questions softly as our gazes collide through the bathroom door when I turn to check on her.
“Yeah.” Is all I say, refusing to think of what happened to me years ago on the west wing of this fucking mansion. The fucking wing that I was supposed to feel safe since my father’s office was close by. . .
“Good. I hated that room.” She seethes and I can see the hate in her eyes.
I smirk, thinking of the frown on her face the first time she was in that wretched room years ago. She had complimented the color of the walls but I knew she hated it. She hated everything about the space. Now, she’s admitting it.
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