It wasn’t wrong.
I chose it.
I chose to unzip the body of a girl who’d been terrified and stolen and, instead, stepped into the goddess Sully wanted me to be.
I didn’t do it for him.
I didn’t even do it for me.
I did it because it offered such tranquillity to the pandemonium in my heart.
Our kiss set fire to every cuff and leash I’d wrapped around myself and incinerated them to dust. Its flames reached deep into my core, to the nest of monsters with their demon blood-red eyes whose only creation was to climax, and burned their cage to the ground, encouraging a fourth release to curl my toes and make me buckle in the man’s arms.
He held me closer, driving into me.
The rhythmic clenches of my orgasm weren’t as severe as the previous three, granting a breather from the overwhelming intensity, but it did grant a strange kind of gift.
Somehow, I eclipsed my basic existence of a girl being devoured by a caveman and hovered as an entity above us.
I saw myself as an outsider would.
I watched a lusty woman rock on the lap of an equally lusty man.
I witnessed the straining and coupling of two creatures who didn’t give a fuck what the world thought of them. In their cave, they were safe to be who they wanted and do what they needed.
She looked like a queen. A wild-haired, sensually savage queen while he looked like a barbarian. A gladiator with scars and tragedies, his prowess and power fogging the rustic cave around them.
He was unconquerable. Huge and hulking, muscled and mighty, but he held the woman, he held me, as though I granted his every wish and dream.
Sully was right.
Euphoria wasn’t the magic his guests paid for.
It was the goddess they were paired with.
Me.
I was the alchemist, the priestess, and the witch.
And the man was utterly under my spell, just as I was under his.
I groaned as he arched his hips with thick desire, making my skin heat and thoughts scatter. As I let go of ideas and conclusions, I suffered a final realisation, the last shocking truth.
I was worshipped.
Wanted.
Priceless.
I threw my head back and gave in.
* * * * *
Time lost all power in our faraway cave.
My fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth orgasm were delivered in quick succession. Falling like ill-spent coins, glittering and spinning, crashing and bouncing on the floor.
Each one manipulated my system until my heart thudded sporadically and my nervous system threatened to shut down.
Too much.
Too intense.
Too often.
But I couldn’t stop it.
We were just as bad as the other.
Exploding in pleasure, only to begin the climb again the moment we went lax. After he’d taken me from behind and over his lap, he pushed me possessively onto the thick pile of furs.
The exquisite sensation of soft plushness made more tears spring to my eyes. Tears full of gratitude that such softness existed. My tears soon turned to pleas for another release as the coiling, curdling want drove me mad.
The man mounted me again, sliding in deep until he pushed my hips into the ground.
He drove into me, wedged high on his hands and looking down at me prone beneath him. The darkness of his gaze hid the depths I’d seen before. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t sense how he felt. Somehow, someway, he’d not only given me his body but his heart too.
I knew that.
Without any doubt or question, this scary prehistoric man had fallen in love with me.
I tasted it in each kiss. I heard it in each groan. I saw it in the way he watched me come undone, and how his fingers still bruised me, his cock still owned me, yet he wanted more than just my body.
He drove into me with single-minded determination, as if he could crack me open and claim my soul. With each thrust, his eyes glowed with warmth and undying need. He stared at me as if he wanted to kill me for making him weak.
The complex riot of emotions he suffered made me quake outward, moaning as my body wrung out every heavenly pulse.
I was too drunk on elixir to question how our hearts had become entangled. Too at the mercy of primal greed to fully understand.
All I knew was that each time we came together, each touch and kiss, we created our own little universe. And as more time poured its sand through whatever hourglass that’d trapped us in this place, we lost ourselves further.
This drive between us had started as animalistic need, poured down my throat against my will, but now we shared a startling intimacy.
A communion that sent electricity crackling from his fingers into my skin. Connection that linked us by golden, gleaming strings, bringing us together again and again.
* * * * *
My ninth orgasm was spent on his tongue.
The huge breadth of his shoulders wedged between my thighs. His face between my legs. I combusted under his teeth as he bit me. I jerked his hair as he inserted three fingers. I screamed as he feasted.
* * * * *
My tenth release came from his voice alone.
Tucked against his body, allowing us time to scoop up our shattered pieces, he kissed my temple, and whispered, “You are incomparable. I can’t stop wanting you. I want to live inside you forever.”
My core used his words as a literary phallus, feathering and flexing, granting me yet another pleasure-pain explosion.
* * * * *
My eleventh climax came from his sudden aggression.
Plucking me from the fur-cosy bed, he scooted me down his body. I shivered where he touched me. I arched my spine and rolled my hips for him to mount, but he gritted his teeth, wrapped his fist in my hair, and slowly but fiercely pushed my mouth to his groin.
“Suck me. Fuck…suck me.”
His teeth sank into his bottom lip as I obeyed.
He grunted as my lips encircled him, and my tongue slipped down his salty length. My hair tumbled around me as his fingers spasmed with bliss.
The power of sucking him.
The beauty of looking up the chiselled belly of a man on the brink of erotic violence made my body fragment. I spindled and pulverised, coming in bursting waves of shivers and spice.
* * * * *
My twelfth, thirteenth, fourteenth, and fifteenth orgasm were spent in an interlude of dreamy passion.
After we traded mutual fellatio and the sensuous grinding of missionary, we flopped beside each other. Surrounded by furs and fire, we rested for a while, staring at the ceiling and its network of cracks and waterlines, doing our best to recover.
But our breathing remained uneven. Our awareness of each other far too intense.
I wanted to relax. I rubbed at my heart to stop skipping with its unnatural beat, but it was no use. I shook from an overloaded system. I grew weak from using up all my reserves.
I wanted to sleep, but my core still ached to release. My body hadn’t reached satisfaction. I was still a slave to Sully’s nightmarish elixir.
It was me who initiated the next round.
Me who rolled on top of him while he lay with his eyes closed and shaggy hair strewn on the furs.
Me who straddled him, cupped him, and inserted him deep inside me until his belly tensed with need. I rocked my hips, digging my fingernails into his chest as I crashed through another two releases.
He kept his eyes closed as if he didn’t have the willpower to watch me use him. As if he didn’t want to give me the final pieces of whatever shattered heart still tinkled behind his ribs.
But I stole them anyway.
Because I was his goddess.
And that was my elixir-granted magic.
* * * * *
My sixteenth, seventeenth, and eighteenth release arrived in a flux of fierce ferocity.
I’d crawled from the furs, seeking another kind of need. For the
first time in hours, my body craved something other than sex. The elixir finally lost its tenacious grip, and thirst for water became paramount.
The leather cuff around my ankle scuffed the earthen floor as I traversed to the side of the cave and collected a rudimentary carved cup. Not far from the pile of utensils waited a large shallow dish, catching the drip, drip, drip of water trickling down the cave’s walls.
Scooping up a cupful, I drank the icy refreshment all in one go.
The chill hit my stomach, making me shiver.
The ability to feel other sensations other than desire made relief roll my shoulders.
I was sore and tired. My heart still felt strange, and my limbs shook from exhaustion. If the elixir was wearing off, could that mean I’d soon be freed from this place?
Would the caveman disappear, and I’d wake up in Sully’s arms on his Indonesian Islands? Would I still be his prisoner?
I ran my hands through my hair, pulling on the length, trying to hasten the process. Now I was no longer the elixir’s wanton slave, I blinked with remembrance…and shame.
Scott.
Oh, my God.
Scott.
I’d slept with another man.
No, not just slept.
I’d devoured another man.
We’d explored each other’s bodies to the point where I’d memorised every inch of his erection, his belly, his chest, his face. He’d tasted me, been inside me. He’d claimed me more thoroughly than anyone before him.
And I’d done it willingly.
Gratefully.
Oh, no.
I buried my face into my hands, shaking my head.
What have I done?
Hands snatched my waist, jerking me into a tower of muscle. “Don’t wake up…not yet. I’m not finished with you.” Fisting my wrist, he flung me against the cave wall, smearing my skin with icy water and muddy residue.
I gasped.
I sank under the elixir’s spell again as he grabbed my face and kissed me recklessly, ruthlessly, desperately.
I kissed him back.
My mind flickered with images of Scott, Sully, and this stranger.
I preferred it when my mind was quiet. When my body was master and everything inside was silent. This time, it was hard to shut it off, drowning under rights and wrongs as I burned through the last few drops of elixir.
“Not yet. I don’t want to give you up just yet,” the man snarled into my mouth, hoisting me up until my legs wrapped around his hips. With our eyes locked, he impaled me on him, pinning me against the wall, his forehead knotted and gaze wild.
All softness and gentleness vanished.
He rode into me, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop it.
How horrible that I’d been with this man for hours—that we’d shared a level of intimacy that I’d never known. Yet now that the drug that’d made me pliant had faded, I squirmed to get away. “No…I’m—”
His mouth plundered mine, his hips pistoned faster, he shoved me headfirst into another blistering climax.
“Not yet. Not yet,” he chanted, pressing his forehead to mine as he drove faster, deeper. In a rush of power and speed, he ripped me from the wall and carried me back to the pile of furs, still inside me. There, he dropped to his knees, withdrew for a moment to plant me on all fours before surging back inside me. “Stay mine. Fuck.” He rutted into me, disrupting the visions of my life before this, scattering my shame over Scott.
Silence crushed my worries as I rocked back, mewling with renewed need and spreading my legs for deeper penetration.
His fingers found my clit, rough and unforgiving, ripping yet another lacerating release through my core. My arms gave out, and once again, I found my cheek pressed into fur while my hips stayed high for his use.
I looked back, hypnotised by the way his face scrunched up with fury, driving both of us into agony, bruising me internally and externally, frantic to spend what final time we had together.
And, in a moment of horrifying, mind-crippling yearning, I wished it was Sully.
The second his sculptured, cultured, stunning face entered my thoughts, my body detonated with every stick of dynamite left in the world.
I screamed as wave after agonising wave splintered me apart.
I couldn’t rid myself of Sully’s voice, his scent, and his achingly blue eyes. I climaxed with his name on my tongue, his creation all around me, his punishment within me.
In my haze and floating down from the soul-searing orgasm, I barely noticed when the man jerked and jettisoned inside me. I flinched as he stroked my spine. I mumbled with burnout as he withdrew and laid me gently on the furs beside him.
“Thank you, Jinx. For the best fucking night of my life.”
I curled up tight, no longer wanting to be touched.
He kissed my forehead, smoothing back sweat-tangled hair.
“You’ve captured my heart.” His voice wavered with frustration and fury. “I’m afraid I’ll never get it back.”
I should say something.
I should do something.
But…I’d finally reached my limit.
Elixir let me go.
My eyelids snapped closed.
My body shut down.
And I slept.
Chapter Three
RAKING MY FINGERS THROUGH my hair, I wedged my elbows into the desk.
My eyes hurt from the bright sunshine spilling in through my open driftwood doors. The base of my skull throbbed from dehydration. And the lactic acid in my limbs from last night had stuck around, tormenting me even after a full eight-hour crash.
I never usually slept that long. Normally, I was up with the sun, annoyingly attuned to the lightening world, and unable to ignore the call to work.
Not this morning.
This morning, I had the hangover from hell, thanks to far too much physical activity.
I blinked and pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to wrangle my erratic concentration into paying attention to my emails.
Skimming my inbox, I placed the correspondence relating to my lab and questions from my team of scientists into one folder, deleted the junk and propaganda I had no interest in, and went to log off.
A swim would help.
The cool, salty water could wash away the dregs of my pain.
Afterwards, perhaps I wouldn’t feel like shit.
My mouse hovered over the shutdown button. My gaze snagged on a new email that flashed with fresh delivery.
The traffickers.
To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: New Addition
We have received your employment request. However, due to unforeseen complications, we are pausing our recruitment services for a few weeks. We will resume business as soon as possible.
I groaned.
Fuck.
Even the scum of the underworld had sentenced me to suffering. I couldn’t even order a new girl to distract me from Eleanor. Then again, the way my body hurt this morning, the last thing on my mind was sex. Plus, I had an entire island of willing, beautiful goddesses…I could just choose one of them.
Perhaps, Jealousy could be a good alternative? She was the closest thing I had to a female friend in this place. She was honest about her intentions toward me. I had no sixth sense that she said one thing but meant another—unlike I did when Calico came sniffing around. Jealousy had already asked if I could keep her past her four-year contract, regularly helping my day staff in the kitchens and willingly hosting water sports and other guest activities. She’d gone above and beyond just being a goddess in Euphoria.
She’d proven she would be an asset to my team in other ways, not just selling sex. Maybe she’d be an asset in my bed too?
Fuck.
I dug my fingers into my temples, massaging the agony pulsing there. Jealousy was pretty, kind, and honest, but…the idea of keeping her as my own? Of sharing a bed with her?
Nope.
I couldn’t d
o it.
There wasn’t a…spark.
Not like with…
Shut up.
Don’t think about her.
Sitting straighter in my chair, I threw back a glass of cucumber-iced water that a staff member had brought in an hour earlier then resumed my task of working.
Screw my swim. I would just work through my foggy pain and get on with it.
I’d just clicked on an email from Peter Beck, my head scientist over at Sinclair and Sinclair Group, when Cal knocked and came in without waiting for my approval.
His habit of barging into places without an invitation had become highly inconvenient.
“Nice of you to wait for admittance.” I scowled, hoping he got the memo.
He shrugged. “Got things to do. No time to waste.”
“One of these days, you’re gonna barge in somewhere and regret what you see.”
He smirked. “Already happened. On multiple occasions.”
My eyes narrowed, wondering what incidents he referred to. Seeing me butt-ass naked after I’d had a shower and decided to air-dry instead of using a towel? When he caught me mid-masturbation a few years ago? Or how about walking in and cock-blocking me when I’d been seconds away from taking Eleanor last night before Markus fucking Grammer could claim her?
My hands curled into fists. “Some days, I truly want to fire you.”
“But you won’t.” He laughed. “Who else can you trust around here?”
He had a fucking point.
Ever since I’d opened my islands to my exclusive guests, I’d fought a never-ending carousel of people wanting to steal my idea. Virtual reality was huge in today’s society. Kids played it. Teenagers lived in it. High-class athletes and expensive professions employed it as a training tool.
It’d become common, easily accessible. However, none of them had the fully immersive experience like I did. Goggles and headphones with an interactive chair were the extent of what was available.
Mine, on the other hand?
The sensors, earbuds, contacts…it all ensured you lost yourself in the hallucination. It became so real that it wasn’t a hallucination. Your own nervous system and brain accepted the sensory clues I coded and treated it as true.
That was what people wanted to replicate.
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