Flames of Chaos
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He abruptly stopped devouring me, lifting my legs from his shoulders. He undid the heels from my feet slowly, methodically, making it sensual instead of a task. His mouth brushed over my calves, kissing my leg before he set it down on the floor, then did the same with the other. His hands grabbed my wrist, pulling me down from the hook he’d placed them in.
My legs wouldn’t support me, which he found amusing as he slowly helped me to the bed, ripping the bra straps off to remove it before he followed me down, capturing my nipple between his lips biting the delicate peak teasingly. He grabbed both breasts, squeezing them without taking his tongue away. He slowly flicked his tongue over the swollen peak, slowly, as he applied pressure, learning them thoroughly.
One hand released the globe of my breast, slipping down my belly until his fingers trailed through the mess he’d created. He pushed them into my body as my spine arched, and my legs dropped open for him while my hips rocked forward. His mouth moved away from my breasts, and I knew without having to see, he was staring at my flesh, where I took what he gave me wantonly.
He claimed my nipple again, using his tongue to trace a circle around the raised peak. His mouth tightened against my nipple as his thumb once more began to play with the swollen nub between my thighs. His fingers pushed apart inside my body, spreading me before forcing a whimpered cry to explode from my lips as he stretched me, readying my body to take him. He made a noise against my breast, half-pain and half-excitement as my body clenched against his fingers, trying to dispel them.
He continued stretching me slowly, adding another finger into my pussy. It created a painful burn as muscles clenched tightly against him from the foreign fullness he created in my pussy. I moaned and trembled with the need of the unknown, feeling every thrust as he created wetness to be able to accommodate his cock. This was an ache I’d never felt before, a need for more to fill me.
Lips unclasped from my breast, and I whimpered, needing the distraction of his teeth to hold my focus from the sensation of his fingers readying my body to take him. He withdrew them, and I groaned, missing the burning fullness they had been creating as they’d been building pressure in my core.
The bed moved, and the sound of pants sliding over flesh sent ravens fighting against my insides. My knees lifted, and I waited in silence as he stripped and sat on the bed again. He carefully turned me onto my stomach. I frowned, wondering what the hell he was doing until his mouth touched the globe of my cheek, nipping at it before his tongue tasted my core once more. I moaned as pleasure erupted through me, sliding my legs further apart as my ass lifted into the air, giving him unhindered access to my center.
He repositioned me the moment he pulled away. He lifted my knees before his hands spanned over my hips, holding them until I was resting on my knees with my top half balanced on my elbows against the bed. Something velvety soft and yet hard as steel pushed against my opening, pushing into my body a mere inch before it stopped. I clamped down around it like I was trying to hold it there, but his deep, guttural growl forced me to peer over my shoulder, only to remember I had been blindfolded and couldn’t see him. He tortured me slowly, rubbing it against my opening until I thought I would go insane.
I pushed back, but he went back at the same moment, as if he knew it was a game. He made a low tsking noise with his tongue. I rocked my hips invitingly, letting him see how wet and ready my body was for him.
“I need it,” I admitted with lust hanging on each word.
I had never been so sexually charged or in need of sex in my entire life. He chuckled against my shoulder, nipping it as my body grew pliant. My brain itched as I expelled a sigh, as if his teeth had direct access to the storm brewing within me, holding it at bay.
He pulled me up on my knees, bringing my body flush against his chest, testing the weight of my breasts in his hands before he adjusted himself behind me. He placed me on the tip of his cock, causing me to lift even higher on my knees as the erotic thought of being impaled made reason slip into my mind. It was awkward with my hands tied, but then he did the last thing I expected him to do. He placed my bound hands over his head, forcing our bodies even closer together with his chest against my back.
I moved to glide down his cock, but he stopped me, pushing his body back, which only allowed me to accept the thick tip of it within my needy pussy. I rocked against it, needing it more than I needed the air that filled my lungs. Fuck breathing, I need to feel him pushing into my body hard and fast.
“Not yet,” he hissed in a deep, husky voice that made something inside of me stop and pause.
His fingers moved against my clit, and I dismissed it, marking it up to the fact that I’d imagined it was Knox with me all this time. Was it possible to manifest him by sheer willpower alone?
I swallowed and moaned, past the point of thinking with the most basic, carnal need forcing my body to react. He righted us again, lifting his fingers to remove the blindfold, and I blinked, refocusing my vision.
Staring into the mirror as his mouth grazed my shoulder, smiling. Oceanic eyes captured and held mine in the reflection, and the smile fell from my lips, tugging into a frown. His hands held my breasts while he watched me slowly taking in how I looked naked against him. His devilish grin pressed against my shoulder as his predatory stare smiled at the confusion on my face.
Chapter 33
Knox laughed wickedly, watching me as my eyes widened as the realization of who had been with me this entire time fully sank in. It hadn’t been me imagining it was him, because it had actually been him. I wanted to scream at him, to rant about playing tricks, and yet I wasn’t upset it was him. I was relieved. He smiled as I rubbed against him, trembling with need from the way he’d wound my body up tightly. I licked my dry lips, smirking at the vision of us together that reflected in the mirror.
“Did you think I’d allow anyone else to fuck you, Aria?” His gaze held mine as he pushed into my body without warning.
I screamed and whimpered, shivering as tremors rushed through me, and pain pierced my core as he stretched me entirely too full. It didn’t hurt; it fucking burned and ached as muscles never used before clamped down, trying to expel the overly large member that had just battered past my innocence and ripped through my body to fill every inch full.
“I’m entirely too self-centered, too conceited, and too assured of myself to allow anyone else to fuck you, sweet girl.”
“Knox,” I moaned hoarsely through chattering teeth, unable to get words out of the tightening in my throat as a deep burning pain hummed through my core. “It aches.”
He didn’t move, didn’t ease the pain as it ripped me apart from the inside out. He hadn’t been gentle; he’d pushed into my body with one swift thrust that stretched me beyond my limits, carving his way through it until he was buried within me, leaving nothing untouched. I was fully seated to the base of his enormous cock, clenching hungrily against it as I rocked to ease the pain.
“That’s my name. It’s also what you’ll be screaming all night. Look at you, so fucking exquisite taking my cock, and you took all of it, little one. Look at that pretty cunt stretched to fit me like a glove, so fucking tight.” His hand slipped around to my front, watching my eyes as he rubbed my clit, forcing another whimper to expel from my lips. “You feel me now, don’t you, Aria? You feel all of me filling that tight, needy cunt that’s clenching against me hungrily, sucking my cock off. Look at that greedy cunt fucking my cock, milking me so fucking perfectly.” His hand moved to my hip, using them to lift me slowly before he pushed me back down slowly, watching as his thick cock disappeared into my body. “Fucking hell, woman, you’re perfect.”
“It hurts,” I uttered through trembling lips.
“I wanted it to,” he whispered against my ear. “I wanted you to hurt for me, to feel every fucking inch of me in this tight, dripping cunt until you never forget how I feel in it, or what it felt like when I made you mine.”
“You’re a dick,” I whispered huskily.
“Why the ploy, why not just tell me I’d be with you?”
“What the fuck is the fun in telling you? You hated that it wasn’t me, and I got to witness you through the eyes of another. You wanted him to be me. I saw it in your eyes, the tremble in your voice when you spoke, all of it. It’s okay, I want you too, little one.”
“And Brander, what about him, or was he in on it from the start too?”
“Brander would never be the one who made you into a woman, Aria. I’d have never allowed anyone else to have this from you, not when I craved it this much. Now, are you ready to get fucked? This pussy is clenching for me, and I’m so fucking ready to wreck you.”
He pushed me down until my ass was in the air, causing his cock to go deeper into my body as a scream ripped from my lips. His deep, husky laughter filled the room as he withdrew from my flesh, using a cloth to collect the blood before the sound of the plastic bag crinkled. My cheeks heated with the knowledge of what he was doing, and I watched him in the mirror as he tossed it aside, staring down where my ass was lifted for him.
Once that was finished, he flipped me over onto my back, untying my hands. Knox watched me; the storm gathering in his eyes was dark and delicious, and suddenly I didn’t feel like such a dick for accidently screaming his name as he’d fucked me with his mouth when I had assumed it was Brander.
“Get on your knees and face me,” he ordered thickly. Knox settled on the bed on his knees, sitting back while he watched me crawl toward him slowly. I got to my knees, and he smirked roguishly. “Stand up and straddle me, Aria.”
I did, standing until my flesh was in front of his face. He pulled me down, positioning me until I was sitting on his lap with my legs around his waist. His head leaned against my shoulder as he used one hand to lift my ass, pushing his cock into my body with the other, before lifting his head to stare into my eyes.
“You break eye contact, and I’ll bend you over and destroy this cunt until you’re begging me to stop, and I assure you, I won’t, understand me?” He growled as my body clenched against his, causing his voice to become as strained as I was seated on his thick cock.
“I understand, Knox,” I uttered breathlessly as he used my hips to rock them, causing my muscles to tense against him.
“Relax for me, sweet girl.” He spoke roughly, staring between us where our bodies were joined together. “You keep clamping down on my cock like that, and this will end before either of us is ready for that to happen.”
“It aches, Knox.”
“Good,” he uttered with a sinful smile on his lips.
His lips brushed mine, claiming them hungrily as he started to move me faster against him. It changed, the pain turned to something more intense, something that sat just beyond my reach and out of my grasp. His mouth fucked me as hard as his cock was, delving deeper to claim my tongue as he growled against my mouth hungrily while devouring it.
It wasn’t fucking; it was something deeper than either of us knew or cared to examine. Knox went slower, trying his best to be gentle when I knew he wanted to unleash on me, to pin me to the bed and demand I take what he gave, and yet he didn’t. His eyes studied me, consuming me as if he was trying to remember every detail of my face as he slowly moved in my core erotically.
My hands threaded through his hair, devouring him as much as he destroyed me. I rocked against him, no longer needing him to control the pace as I took control of it, using him to reach the whisper of pleasure that beckoned me closer hauntingly. My mouth opened on a cry as he pulled back, watching me coming undone for him.
“Good girl, take what you need.” He gazed at me through heavily hooded eyes as his hand slipped between our bodies, rubbing my clit to increase the pleasure as I toppled over the edge crying his name repeatedly. “Bloody hell, you’re so beautiful, Aria.” He pushed me back onto the bed as he followed me down.
Knox settled between my thighs, slowly withdrawing from my body until only the tip remained buried, only to lunge forward, causing a scream to escape past the lump in my throat. Tears escaped my eyes as he watched me continuing to come undone for him as the most intense and beautiful sensation filled my emotions. He leaned over, placing his forehead against mine and peered into my soul as he rocked his hips, pushing deeper into my body before his mouth touched mine, pulling at my bottom lip with his teeth, seductively.
“You make the most beautiful noises when I’m fucking you, sweet girl,” he whispered gutturally. His tone was laced with hunger, filled with a huskiness that slithered around me, pulling me into the debauchery he delivered.
He sat back, pushing my legs apart to gain further depth as his hands held the back of my knees. I watched him as he began moving slowly, staring at where he stretched me full. The man knew right where to push me and where to pull to hit every nerve ending perfectly. He’d lied; he was being gentle, and yet there was a darkness that lurked right beneath the surface that wanted to let loose of the tight reins he held on them.
His body moved, leaning over mine as he placed his hands onto the bed, trapping my head between them, watching me carefully. He stared into my eyes as he started moving faster, harder, his body dominating mine in every way imaginable. I moved against him, wanting to reach the precipice he took me to so effortlessly. His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned over, kissing my forehead.
“Use me, Aria. Take what you need from me.”
It was unlike him to show affection. He pulled away as if showing me tenderness had jarred him as much as it had me. Gazing down at me, he stopped moving, and then abruptly flipped me onto my stomach without warning and stared at me through the reflection of the mirror. His hands adjusted my hips, sliding down my spine as he lifted my ass up into the air. Something dark and dangerous filled the oceanic depths, threatening to drown me with the storm brewing within them.
“Now, Aria, I will fuck you so hard that anytime you are with another man, you remember me, and find him pathetically lacking. Tomorrow, when the flesh has cooled, and you ache where I used you, you’ll know who destroyed your pretty, naked pussy. You had to know that I would leave my mark on you. One way another, you knew you’d be mine.” His eyes lowered to my ass, and he smiled, running his hand over it before he pushed deeper into my body.
My hands dug into the blankets, grasping for a hold as he began to move slowly. The intensity in his eyes darkened as something deliciously carnal peered down at me. His hands lifted my hips up further, adjusting my body until my ass was in the air, and I whimpered against the pain and fullness he created. My core clenched around him, burning with endless pain that I stifled until he began moving. He was giving me everything he’d held back. He moved faster until all I could do was grasp the blankets and feel him owning me as he fucked me savagely hard, yet deliciously glorious.
My grip tightened against the blanket, and I lifted my head so a scream could escape from my throat as I met his hooded stare in the mirror. He slammed into my body harder, and I repeatedly whimpered until it changed from pain, turning to pleasure. I moaned huskily, watching him and my own reflection, noting the way my breasts moved with every thrust of his body against mine. He gave no mercy and
I didn’t ask for it. I took what he gave, spreading my hips to allow him to go deeper yet, growling and moaning until my body clenched against his cock, milking him hungrily.
Knox watched me coming undone for him, watched me breaking apart and shattering into a million pieces. Pieces he picked up and held together while I scrambled to rearrange who I was before him and who I would become after him.
He didn’t stop, not after I’d come and resorted to holding on to his thighs behind me as he used me to wreck any sense of gentleness I had thought I wanted. I wanted this. The rawness that was Knox, destroying my perception of safe, nice, and sweet. He replaced them with words like raw, brutal, and visceral. He then defined every one of them in a singular form until I was whimpering and writhing beneath him, pleading for mercy, which he gave not a single ounce of as he destroyed me.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, pulling me back against his chest again and slipping his fingers through the swollen mess of my pussy while he continued to fuck me, staring at my naked flesh that cradled him.
“This belongs to me now. Do you understand me, Aria? Nobody else touches you, or they fucking die. You belong to me now until I say otherwise.”
“Knox,” I whispered huskily.
He growled against my ear, watching me as the rattling began deep from his chest. My chest echoed his, and he smirked against my ear, pulling on it gently with his teeth. “Good girl, Aria.”
His body jerked, tightening with his release as he growled, slamming his hips against mine until he slowed and dropped his hold on me. He stared down at me as his eyes narrowed, and he slowly closed off. Something akin to anger flashed in his eyes, and I blinked, shaking my head as confusion took root in my stomach.
He backed off the bed, moving away from me as if he needed distance. His hand scrubbed down his face as he stared at my naked body, watching as I sat up to watch him. I chewed my lip nervously, trying to figure what to say without sounding needy since I was naked and in his bed. Something had just happened, and I wasn’t sure what I had done to make him angry.