Chapter 115 Chapter One hundred and fourteen
ARA
Thayne withdrew his fingers abruptly, and I whimpered at the loss.
He spun me around, pushing my chest against the wall. It was almost like he'd forgotten I was pregnant, but he held my waist to steady me.
My palms slapped flat against the plaster, and he kicked my legs wider, my jeans still tangled around my knees, trapping me open.
The sound of his zipper was loud in the silence.
Then he was there, his thick, hard length nudging at my entrance.
He didn’t ease in..He thrust into me in one brutal stroke that buried him to the hilt.
I screamed, the sound muffled against my own arm, my vision whiting out at the sudden stretch, the perfect burn of him filling me completely.
“Arayna, what have you done to me?” He asked, pumping inside me without pausing for me to catch my breath.
He fucked me like he was trying to imprint himself inside me, hard, fast, punishing. Each thrust shoved me up onto my toes, my breasts scraping the wall through my shirt, my nipples aching from the friction.
“Nothing.” I answered in a broken voice.
“Liar.” He spat the word out like it was an accusation.
His hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back until the sharp sting made my scalp sing and my spine arch deeper.
The new angle let him drive even harder, deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely in the narrow space between the wall and his body caging mine.
“You think I don’t feel it?” he growled against the shell of my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe hard enough to make me whimper. “This cunt squeezing me like it’s trying to fucking own me back. Like you branded me the first time you let me inside you.”
Another brutal thrust stole the air from my lungs. My palms scrabbled uselessly against the rough plaster, nails scraping, trying to find purchase while he fucked me open, relentless.
“I didn’t—” The words cracked into a moan when he ground his hips in a slow, filthy circle, dragging the thick head of his cock over that spot inside me that turned my brain to jelly.
“Don’t.” His free hand slid around to my throat, but his grip was loose.
The weight of his palm reminded me exactly how easily he could close his fingers if he wanted to. “Don’t lie to me while your body’s begging for more.”
He punctuated the words with three sharp, punishing strokes that made my knees buckle.
Only his grip, on my throat, in my hair, and the arm banded around my waist kept me upright.
“Say it,” he demanded, voice gravel and smoke. “Say what you did.”
My lips parted on a sob that tasted like salt and shame and want. “I… I don't know what I did.”
“What?” He nearly chewed off my ear when he caught the tip with his teeth.
“I don't know what I did!” I yelled it out this time.
“He slammed home so hard my teeth clicked together.
“You wanted me ruined for anyone else.” His laugh was dark, jagged. “Congratulations, Arayna. It worked, because you're all I think about.”
He pulled almost all the way out, letting me feel every ridge, every vein, before slamming back in with enough force to lift me onto my toes again.
My cry bounced off the wall.
“Now you get to feel what that’s like.”
The rhythm changed. No more frantic pounding. Now it was deliberate. Deep. Rolling. Each stroke long enough to let me feel the stretch, the burn, the way my walls fluttered helplessly around him like they were trying to keep him.
He ground against my clit with every hilt-deep thrust, relentless pressure that had pleasure coiling so tight it hurt.
“You don’t get to come until I say,” he murmured, his lips brushing the racing pulse in my neck. “You don’t get to hide. You don’t get to pretend this is just sex anymore.”
His fingers tightened on my throat, but he was careful about his grip
.
“You’re going to come apart knowing exactly what you did to me… and you’re going to beg me to do it right back.”
I shattered on the next grind of his hips. I screamed his name and clawed at the wall. Drenching him, pulsing, shaking so hard I would have collapsed if he hadn’t been holding me up like I weighed no more than a plastic doll.
He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow. He just kept that devastating rhythm while I sobbed through the aftershocks, oversensitive, trembling, pleading—
“Please…too much…please.”
“No.” His voice was velvet cruelty. “You said you didn't know, so I'm going to tell you how with my cock.”
He fucked me through the second orgasm that ripped through me without warning. It was smaller, sharper, almost painful in its intensity.
Only when my legs were truly jelly and my voice had cracked into nothing but whimpers did he finally let himself go with one last punishing thrust.
A guttural sound tore from his throat, heat flooding me so deep I felt it in my womb.
He stayed buried to the hilt while he came, grinding in slow, lazy circles like he was trying to push every drop deeper, marking me from the inside.
When he finally spoke again, his lips were pressed to the nape of my neck.
“Now we’re even, Arayna.”
He pulled out slowly, agonizingly slowly, letting me feel the slick slide of him leaving, the warm rush of his release following.
Then he turned me in his arms, pressed my back to the wall, and kissed me like a man who’d just signed his soul away and didn’t regret a single fucking signature.
“I can't get enough of you.” He whispered against my swollen mouth, “You’re like a drug, and I'm addicted, Ara.”
His thumb brushed my bottom lip.
“Sir, we've confirmed Sasha's location.” A voice startled us from the bottom of the stairs.