Chapter 26 26
RANDOM FACTS: Riven Draken has spent years convincing himself he doesn't need anyone. He's about to discover that wanting and needing are two very different things.
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I want to formulate a thought. A feasible useful thought to get myself out of the fucking mess I’m in… but my brain is all jumbled up, spacing itself as I hear the other guy say, “Fuck, you’re such a good slut, huh? You like that? You like how someone can come find us here, huh, princess?”
His voice does nothing for me. It’s too soft. It’s not grating or raspy— but I can imagine Kael saying it. Or doing it— and just as if he reads my thoughts, he’s letting go of the torture on my nipples and shifting his hand through my hair.
It’s soft, too soft. The sensation has me throwing my head back as my body aches, his cock still pulsing underneath me with a heat that feels like it could solve all my problems as he says, “What do those words mean? Why do you like them?”
I’m aware of the fact that his shadows cover every inch of our bodies… but that doesn’t stop me from feeling shame. Or anger as I hiss, “It’s… it’s none of your business— nnghh,”
His other hand wraps around the tip, pressing on my hole before he starts moving his fingers slowly around him. “I discovered you like this. You are… sensitive.”
Kael says this like he’s ticking a box in his head. I want to flip him off… but the cuffs still have my hands down, my head is kept in perfect position by his hand and god, I’m twitching.
My hips keep jerking into him, my body aching for him to move it down, or to do whatever he wants.
“I want to know more.”
Why? Fucking why?
I don’t even know how we got in this position. He was with Claire and I hated it but now I’m here abd it feels fucking good and he’s suddenly asking me what I want sexually like he cares.
An hiss almost leaves my lips as he yanks onto my hair. “Riven.”
“Fuck. Rough.” The word spills out of my mouth like a snarl, but when I look into his predatory golden eyes, I fight back the urge to whimper and cower away as I say, “I don’t… fuck. I don’t know, okay? I like being fucked. Hard. And treated like something cheap. I doubt you know what a whore or slut is—”
“I know it.”
Goosebumps fill my skin as his voice spreads through me. I feel humiliated. I feel like… nothing. I know he’s going to fucking abandon me after this. He’ll be disgusted.
But he’ll go away and then he’ll leave me alone.
“Come on. We gotta go. You’re on the pill right, cause I think I came inside you. Come on.”
The guy and the girl leave, and the second I know they are both quite far away, I try to move as I say, “I need to get going, it’s getting late—”
“I am not done with you.”
W-What—?
It’s only a split second when he’s raising me up and all of a sudden, impaling me down his cock, making sure it digs deep down into my belly and I choke on a scream, the air punches clean out of my lungs.
My hands, still bound in those fucking cuffs, keep me upright as my toes curl, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as my walls cling shamelessly around him.
He doesn't move. Just holds me there, impaled, his shadows coiling tighter around my thighs, my waist, keeping me spread open and helpless on his lap.
“Breathe.” He says calmly, too calmly.
But I can't breathe.
He's so deep. Too deep. It's like he's rearranging my insides, and every tiny shift of his hips sends a jolt of lightning up my spine. I hate that my eyes are watering. I hate that my thighs are trembling. “K-Kael— ahhhh!”
His shadows keep me stable as he thrusts inside me faster. Harder. My whole body tenses as immeasurable pleasure fills every inch of my body, stars filling my vision before I feel his lips on mine.
Kael kisses me like he’s trying to wring my soul out of my body. Hungry and tight.
I can't taste anything else. Can't feel anything else. Just him. His mouth moving against mine like he's been starving for it.
His tongue slides against mine and I make a sound l've never heard myself make before. A broken whine leaves my lips as I try to reach out for him, trying to dig my nails into his shoulder but I can’t fucking move and it drives me insane.
When he pulls away, a line of drool connects us— and Kael Veyne stops his thrusting. His gold eyes seem to have something else in them. Something darker as he says, “Move on your own.”
I lean in, wanting more.
He slaps me across the face.
I don’t have time to fully grasp what’s happening before he grabs my jaw, pulling me close to his face as he says, “Move."
Fuck.
I move.
My hips roll against his, clumsy and desperate, the angle making stars burst behind my eyes.
His shadows loosen just enough to let me work, and I hate how grateful I am for that small mercy. How my body immediately takes over, grinding down on him like I was made for this exact purpose.
Kael watches.
But his mouth falls open slightly, the hazy look in his eyes growing.
I’m doing that to someone as powerful as him. I’m doing that.
My head fills with power as his hands rest on my hips, but he doesn't guide me. Doesn't help. Just lets me fuck myself on his cock while those golden eyes burn holes through every defense l've ever built. "Faster."
I obey before I can think.
Then he’s jerking me off and I’m sure my heart is going to give out.
“Cenin i 'ortha nin,” His voice is low, controlled. “Faster.”
I can't. I can't, it's too much. I feel so full and the world is spinning and twitching and—
His hand closes around my throat and my tip at the same time and he says, “Come.”
The orgasm rips through me without permission.
Like my spine is unzipping from the inside out.
I can't breathe. Can't see. Can't do anything but feel-feel him, still buried inside me, still pulsing, still watching as I shatter apart on his lap like I was designed to break this way.
My vision whites out.
For one endless second, there's nothing but the sound of my own strangled cry and wet slurpy sounds of my hips still jerking against his, unable to stop, unable to do anything but ride out the wave he forced from my body.
I can’t breathe as I rest my head on his collarbone, the lightheadness I’m feeling spreading as I feel the shadows surrounding me give way… giving me the opportunity to move my hands.
I wrap them around his shoulders, refusing to think too hard of whatever the consequences might be as I whisper, “You didn’t cum.”
“I will not call you those words.” He says, completely ignoring my statement. “They are… far below your status.”
I scoff, looking up at his face. “But you fucked me. Do you think you can still talk about class after this?”
“Me not calling you those words does not mean I do not think you are them.”
They should sting, but they don’t. “Oh?”
Kael reaches out for my face, his hand cradling it again. “They are words that describe you in ways that I understand because you refuse to let me see anything else. But I do not call you them because they are only a part of you. Not the whole you. Plus. They are better words.”
“Like the language you speak.”
“Like the language I speak.”
I have far more questions to ask but the lightheadedness worsens and I begin to slip. Slowly. Carefully.
I want to stay up. I really do. But my body has apparently decided it's done with this conversation, with this night, with all of it.
But right before I slip, I see the other golden eyes staring at us in the shadows. Watching. And somehow, I can’t help the way the corner of my lips curl at seeing them.