Death was a lesser sentence than slavery and being at this bastard's mercy. "On your knees, Lilith," light shone in from the crack in the wall, illuminating the mocking grin on his annoyingly perfect face. I spat defiantly, "It's Celeste to you." "And, no." A nerve twitched in his jaw, his smile waning as he stalked towards me, only stopping an inch away as his gigantic frame towered over me. We held each other's gazes, our chests rising and falling from breathing heavily as he waited for me to bend to his will. Moments later, mischief glinted in his hazel eyes before he placed a strong hand on my head and pushed me to my knees with ease, keeping me down with the weight of his muscled arm. "I don't give orders twice," he grunted, undoing his pants with his other free arm, "Celeste," his tone dripped with arrogance. Against my will, arousal stirred in my core as memories of him plunging in and out of my mouth mercilessly a few days ago flashed through my mind's eye. But I knew I should hate him, be disgusted by him, be insulted by his audacity, so I ignored my hormonal cravings and hissed. "Every word that leaves your lips doesn't count as an order to me, because I'll never be your subject, nor will you ever be my master," I challenged fiercely. His hand had already reached into his briefs, but he paused and laughed at my response. The next second, his expression morphed into fury and he let his magnificent length spring free. His hands found my jaw and my watering mouth dropped open of its own accord before he slammed all seven inches down my throat unforgivably. "I own you, Lilith. I always will."
Chapter 1 JUST FUCK ME
CELESTE
It was the most unraveling feeling in the world, this flooring kiss. The taste of rich wine on his tongue was addictive, explosive.
I felt his lips press against mine, slow and deliberate as if he were trying to engrave the moment into my soul.
My heart raced, nearly breaking free from my chest, overwhelmed by emotions I couldn't identify.
His kisses traveled across my face, stopping for a moment at my jawline before tracing down my neck, and the warmth from his lips made my heart race.
Surreal. Ethereal. Otherworldly.
Those words barely suited the emotions coursing through me as his hands roamed my body, as though they were memorizing every curve and every detail.
And as much as I wanted to resist his touch, his warmth, his affection....
I didn't. I simply melted.
"You are beauty incarnate, Celeste," he said softly against my skin, his voice low and full of desire.
"And I intend to worship every inch of you."
The words stung. I wanted to believe them, to accept the tenderness in his tone, but I knew better.
He was my worst enemy, and people only ever wanted something from me. I've learned that the hard way.
My walls went up instinctively, but his touch made them waver.
Still, the inbred hardheaded nature in me refused to completely succumb to his touch.
I wanted to push him away, I wanted to scream that I didn't believe him, that he was just using me, but when his lips brushed the curve of my jaw, when his hands slid lower, something inside betrayed me, and I couldn't push him away.
I let him touch me, in a way that felt like our souls were being bared to each other.
When he pulled back and met my eyes, the intensity in his gaze made my breath catch. "Tell me what you want," he asked, his voice softer than I'd ever heard it.
And the way he was looking at me? It nearly made my knees give way underneath me. I'd never felt so vulnerable and readable.
It seemed like he was enamored with the sight of me and he'd be perfectly content with simply staring into my eyes all night long.
Strangely, I knew that I wouldn't mind doing the same.
"Huh, my precious half?" he cupped my face delicately, "say the word and I'll follow your lead."
I hesitated, the weight of his words sinking in.
Not only had he referred to me as his half; the thing that completes him, but he'd repeated his generous request from earlier that I assumed I'd imagined.
That was both odd and unfairly heart melting. He had never asked before, never cared about what I wanted.
It was always him in control, moving the pieces on the board while I played along, helpless to resist.
A sharp twinge of vulnerability ran through me, and I hated it.
I hated him.
Clinging to anger like a lifeline, I shook my head and said firmly, "Just fuck me. Do it like you mean it. Like you did before."
For a moment, his face warped with hurt, like he was holding back feelings he couldn't articulate.
Then he stepped away from me, his shoulders stiff.
"I want to make love to you, not punish you", he said in a low voice laced with betrayal and a hint of confusion.
Before I could react, he grabbed his shirt and started towards the door, every step echoing against the hole now forming in my chest.
In seconds, he was out of the room, slamming the door and leaving me alone with my thoughts and the hollow silence he left behind.
"Celeste," an all too chilling whisper caused the scene to fade into thin air, totally confusing me.
My eyes snapped open and I shot up into a sitting position instantly. My body was drenched in sweat, my chest heaving as I struggled to catch my breath.
My hands trembled as they gripped the sheets, the rest of the dream clinging to me like smoke.
It wasn't just a dream, though. I knew that. I had seen glimpses of the future before, but this one felt different, closer, more personal.
Who was he? Why had I seen him? Why did I hate and love him with equal warring halves of my heart?
The questions burned in my mind, but no answers came.
All I knew was that nothing about this vision felt ordinary, and somehow, it left me both terrified and yearning for more.
Still dumbstruck, I traced my fingers along my lips, shutting my eyes and willing his lips to replace them as I ached for the presence of a man I'd never met.
And who knew, maybe I never would meet him because he looked too beautiful to be real.
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28/12/2024