He’d seen into her mind right then, wasn’t sure how, but knew she’d had a flash of Zagreus. Of the things she’d let the god do to her. Of the things she’d done for him. Of the countless times she’d stood back while his minions had tortured Nick, physically and sexually. And they were all swirling in her head now, tormenting her, making her want to run, making her think he couldn’t possibly want her.
But he did. His cock swelled, proving he wanted her now more than ever. Yeah, it might be sick. And yeah, the things he was seeing should turn him off. But they didn’t. Because even though part of him wanted to slam his fist into the god’s face for the things he’d put her through, another part loved the fact she was excited by the same dark and twisted things Nick had always craved.
The shadow energy inside hummed with approval. He lowered his mouth to hers, took her lips in a bruising kiss. She gasped but opened at the first touch and slid her tongue along his. Pushing his erection into her belly, he closed his hand around her breast and squeezed until she moaned.
He released her mouth, lowered his head, and drew her breast to his lips. Her body trembled. Her fingers sifted into his hair. She didn’t speak, but she didn’t try to push him away either, and he grew even harder as she pressed her chest out as if in offering, as he laved his tongue over her nipple, as she sucked in a breath and held it while he scraped his teeth over the tip in a way he knew had to hurt but made her groan deep in her throat.
He needed to make her forget about Zagreus and focus on him. Lifting his head, he closed his lips over hers and kissed her hard again. She answered by licking into his mouth and gripping the nape of his neck until pain shot down his spine. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her off the floor, crossed to the table, kicked the chair out of the way, and laid her out on the solid wood.
He pictured her naked, as she’d been in his tunnels, while he leaned over and tormented her nipples with his tongue once more. And seconds later, the rest of her clothes disappeared, as if he’d willed them all away.
Cynna’s eyes flew open. She pushed against his shoulders and looked down her naked body with surprise, then glanced up at him. “How did you do that?”
A slow, wicked smile pulled at his lips. “I don’t know. But I like it.”
Her shock slowly gave way to a rolling, heated lust that darkened her eyes. He captured her mouth once more. Her fingers slid along his nape, pulling his head more firmly down to hers, and as her lips opened to his, so did her legs, making room for him between her thighs, making him lightheaded from the raging need pumping off her in hot, rolling waves.
Yes, she wanted to run, but even she couldn’t deny this connection between them anymore. And he wasn’t about to let go of the only thing in his life that felt right.
His cock throbbed inside his jeans, and the need to take her, to fuck her hard and fast grew so strong, it messed with his resolve. But he wanted her to know the things she’d done in her past didn’t bother him. Needed her to believe that she excited him. Every part.
He pulled back from her mouth, eased away from her body, and gripped her hips, flipping her easily to her stomach. She grunted as her belly and hands hit the table, then groaned when he kicked her legs apart and pressed against her ass.
He rolled his hips against her, letting her feel how hard he was. How hard she made him. She moaned and dropped her forehead against the table. Bracing a hand on the solid wood, he wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her back and up against his chest, then breathed hot against her neck and nipped at her earlobe until she trembled.
“We’re alike, you and I,” he whispered against her ear. “We have the same dark desires. The same depraved needs. I know why you were with Zagreus. Not just because you wanted revenge, but because danger turns you on. The way it turns me on. Every time I saw you in that prison, I was hard. Even when I knew there would be pain.” He rubbed against her ass again. “I was hard just like this.”
Her eyelids dropped. “Don’t tell me that.”
“Why not?” He let go of the table, reached around, and pinched her nipple. She jerked, then groaned and dropped her head back against his neck, pushing her chest out once more, enticing him to do it again. “Because it scares you? Or because it excites you? Tell me, Cynna. That night you came to my cell and stroked me with your hand. When you knew someone could be watching and that I might retaliate. Tell me…were you wet?”
She swallowed hard and tensed in his arms.
“I bet you were,” he whispered, trailing his hand from her breast over the arm holding her tight against him, then down her lower belly. “I bet you were as wet then as you are now.”
His fingers slid into the thatch of curls at the apex of her thighs, then lower, between her swollen flesh. And the second he felt her slick honey coating his fingers, he groaned and pressed his cock against her ass all over again. “Fuck, female. You’re dripping.”