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A quiet moan escaped his throat. “Just like that.”
I took his dick over and over, eyes locked on his, my breaths growing deeper and louder. When he started to really enjoy it, he forced me down a little farther, wanting to give me more of his dick even though it made me wince.
In unison, we moved together, my little channel taking his fat dick, breathing in sync and sometimes moaning in rhythm too.
I was tired and my legs started to shake, but it was so good I didn’t want it to stop.
“So fucking tight.” His arms started to move me faster, dragging me up and down his dick quicker than I could move. “You’re almost there. I can feel it.”
My nails started to come out and claw his skin. My breaths shook and turned uneven. Tremors moved through the muscles in my legs, but I pushed through it because it was so damn good. His dick was too big, but I wouldn’t change it. I wouldn’t change any part of him. I felt the heat of the sun before I was set ablaze. Then the flames burned me from head to toe, and I smashed his dick as I released my moans and my cries.
“There you go, sweetheart.” He thrust up from below, hitting me hard and fast, getting off on my tears. His dick hardened a little more, and then he released a moan that sounded like a growl. He filled me as he thrust, his eyes dark like the bark of a tree, his skin so red it looked sunburned.
The next thirty seconds were a blur, just moans and pleasure and tears.
When I made it to the other side, my body felt dead…but my heart had never felt more alive. My eyes focused on his face, and I cupped his cheek, kissing him like I was prepared to start over and do it all again.
His big hands squeezed my ass before he pulled me close, his arms circling me like the steel bars of a cage. His dick was still rock hard inside me as he kissed me, as he crushed me against his chest. “Damn, this pussy…”
Chapter 14
Theo
When I woke up the next morning, Astrid was passed out beside me. She was tucked into my side like glue, her forehead against my arm as her hand gripped me. She breathed gently, her whole body relaxed.
I watched her for a couple minutes before I made my way into the bathroom. The bruising along my side had gotten worse. The discoloration of my shoulder was hidden by the bandage I would have to change daily for a week. None of it was alarming, but it’d been for nothing since Bolton was still around.
I couldn’t lift with my injuries, so I took a quick shower then headed downstairs. The house was quiet now because my butler had taken off with a bag of money in the trunk of his car. The chef was gone too—dead or bribed, I didn’t know. I hadn’t cooked for myself in years, but I would figure it out.
I stepped into the kitchen and looked around, seeing all the produce that was still stocked. If my butler was on Bolton’s payroll, I didn’t understand why he hadn’t just poisoned me. Maybe because he couldn’t guarantee that he wouldn’t poison Astrid too.
My phone rang in my pocket, and I answered it. “Yes?”
“Yes?” Axel asked. “I marched through a sewer for you, and that’s how you talk to me?”
I smirked. “Didn’t check the phone before I answered. Trying to find something to eat.”
“Oh, gotcha. Too bad you don’t have a sexy little thing who knows her way around the kitchen like I do.”
“I’m sure Astrid can cook, but she’s knocked out cold right now.”
He purred. “Way to go, tiger.”
“How are things over there?”
“The same. Scarlett’s at work right now. Kids are with the nanny so Daddy can have his coffee.”
I opened the fridge and looked around, seeing the carton of eggs and all the ingredients I used for my shakes. I started to take everything out and pile it on the counter. “All quiet, then?”
“Yep.”
“How did you know about the tunnels?”
“Remember that project we did in primary school?” he asked. “We had to do a research project on modern-day history, so I picked the catacombs. My dad helped me with it. I called him, and he still had all my stuff, so he sent it over.”
“No, I don’t remember that. But I was a shithead.”
“Still are,” he said with a chuckle.