“Holy fuck…”
He was so thick, she had to open wide to take him deep. Flicking her tongue against him, she drew him to the back of her mouth. He groaned and flexed, his hands tightening in her hair. Wrapping her hand around him for balance, she squeezed his ass, drew back with her mouth, then took him even deeper.
His cock hit the back of her throat, pulsed and swelled. She sucked hard, released, and did it again. He dropped his head back. Every time she drew him in, he flexed and thrust forward until her eyes watered.
“So good,” he groaned, driving into her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair. “Swallow me.”
Wanting to give him a pleasure his soul mate never could, she opened her throat and took all of him, fighting her gag reflex and breathing through her nose so he could slide in one more reaching inch.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Don’t stop.”
He was on the edge. She could feel the sexual energy radiating off him, could sense he was about to come. She dug her fingernails into his ass and swallowed again and again, milking him with her throat muscles, needing to take him over. His cock swelled in her mouth, growing even larger. He thrust harder. She held on tight as his climax slammed into him, and he burst in her mouth, groaning long and deep with every soul-shattering pulse.
She swallowed his release, drawing out his pleasure. Slowly, she eased back and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. He twitched with the simple touch and slumped against the back of the couch. And as she felt his muscles relax, a smile played on her lips.
She’d done that to him. She’d brought him blinding pleasure. His soul mate might have a never-ending hold over him, but the female would never be able to make him weak the way Cynna could. Because she hadn’t been trained in the erotic dark arts by the master of sex and depravity the way Cynna had.
Thoughts of Zagreus rolled through Cynna’s mind, bringing a tightness to her stomach and dimming her desire. And as it did, she remembered the things the Prince of Darkness had made her do. The hours she’d spent still and silent, overseeing Nick’s torture in his tunnels. The way she’d let those satyrs hurt him and the time she’d stood by and watched while those nymphs had tortured him sexually.
Her skin grew hot all over again, but this time not from arousal. This time from disgust. She didn’t have any place here. Nick shouldn’t want to be anywhere near her. She’d railed at him about how awful his soul mate was when the truth was…she was the monster, not Isadora. The things she’d done were a thousand times worse than what Isadora had or hadn’t done, because, unlike the queen, Cynna was strong enough to put a stop to them and chose not to.
She pushed quickly to her feet, swiped a shaking hand over her face, and moved back three steps. The room swayed around her. The walls grew blurry. Glancing around, she searched for her shirt.
“Cynna.”
She swallowed hard. Couldn’t look at Nick again. She needed air. Needed to get out. Spotting her shirt on the floor, she lunged for it. “I…I have to go.”
Her fingertips grazed the soft cotton, but before she could close her hand around the garment, it vanished.
Wide-eyed, she glanced up. Nick had pulled his pants up, but they were still unbuttoned, his chiseled abs and strong shoulders flexing in the dim light as he advanced on her. And the intense look in his amber eyes screamed he wasn’t about to let her go.
Her heart jackknifed. Not because of his strength or what was still unharnessed inside him, but because she knew right then that she had fallen for him. And if she didn’t run now, he’d hurt her worse than Zagreus ever could.
She backed up until she hit the wall and dug her fingers into the plaster. “L-let me go. Just…let me go.”
He closed in at her front. Danger. Sex. Heat. Lust. Everything she wanted but knew she couldn’t have.
“Not happening.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her tight into the warmth of his body until she gasped, then lowered his mouth a breath from hers. “Because I haven’t had enough of you yet. And because, deep down, you know you haven’t had nearly enough either.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Cynna’s hands landed against Nick’s bare chest, spreading electricity all across his skin. But her dark eyes were shadowed, doubtful, and the fear that had flickered in them when he’d looked down at her moments before was still there, raging as strong as ever.