The Secrets of a Sin, page 10
“Arsen, we don’t know that yet.” I answer truthfully in a meek voice, but obviously, what I said was the wrong thing to say. His mouth and eyes switched from furious to disgusted in a matter of seconds as he glowered at me. His usual
“You honestly believe that the weird fuck who wrote these didn’t murder my sister?” He snarled savagely like a crazed man who wanted to either tear me limb from limb or fuck some sense into me. I couldn’t decide what, but as his hard chest trapped me against the bookshelf, his violent breaths turned ragged. My heart hammered powerfully to the point I was sure he could feel the thumping against his own chest. But oddly enough, I wasn’t afraid of him. I wasn't scared of the way his eyes blackened as he feasted on me or how his nostrils flared in a way that should have a girl like me running for the hills. But I wasn’t like most girls. Arsen Hale captivated me like no other, despite the big red flags that were practically dangling in front of my eyes.
“I believe, whoever this is, was madly in love with Phoebe.” I confess, daring to meet his eyes only for him to scowl in disbelief. “I’m not saying there isn’t a chance he is her murderer. I just don’t want to jump to conclusions, especially when we're at a school like this.” Yes, even if St. Catherine’s was a reputable school for turning troubled girls into well-behaved women, they never divulged what really transpired behind its doors. Or who, I should say. No one who is sent here is normal. We all had issues, but there were certain girls who would give Amy Dunne a run for her money.
“You mean a school that’s filled with weak unruly girls who can’t follow the simplest of orders?” He taunts, still filled with rage that burns hotter than before. “Phoebe never belonged here.” He moves his eyes crudely down my small body like I was one of those ‘weak girls’ he was speaking of. “You may be freaks, but the only person I see that’s capable of killing my sister is hiding behind these fucking love notes.”
“We’re not weak.” I growl, rising on the tips of my toes to be at eye level with him. His stare moved from my dry mouth to my feral eyes that smoldered with passion. I may be many things but being weak wasn’t one of them. “Weak are the foolish women who kneel at your feet and fall victim to your fictitious charm. You don’t fool me, Arsen. You’re as much of a freak as we are.”
His eyes darken to an even deeper shade while his nostrils flare like a beast in heat. My skin was waiting for his grasp or tug, but it never came. Instead, I felt his pure wrath course under my flesh and breathe life into my core. His resentment
“You and I aren’t even in the same fucking category.” He presses firmly into me, squishing my aching breasts against his sternum. My lower lip trembles just like every bone in my body as I’m catapulted deeper into his hypnotic spell. “The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done would cause this precious school of yours to rupture into flames.” He provokes with eyes that display just how dark and sinister he truly is.
“You apparently don’t know the kinds of things us weak girls did to be sent here then.” I taunt with the tilt of my chin, trying to remain cool and collected, even if my tone sounds frail and shaky. “We would have all burned up from our sins.”
“Yah? And what kinds of things are we talking about, Charlotte?” He digs harder into me, causing my mouth to drop slightly. He immediately takes notice of my open mouth and lifts the corners of his pale lips into an alarming grin that has my blood running cold. “Bad things?” He questions with the raise of his brow.
His gaze never strays from mine, even when I feel the light touch of his balmy fingers graze the skin of my outer thigh. My body instantly slackens as a rush of tremors assault my weak center, and my hands quickly grip the shelves behind me. I want to moan into the cool air of the library, but I briskly swallow any evidence of my lust. “I wasn’t sent here for being good.” I growl, but my little quip must set him off just as his digit on my thigh moves over the tops of my leg and stops right at the edge of my panties. Flicking at the fabric, he reaches under the lingerie with a single finger, in and out, he repeats the sensual movement.
Shit.
“Tell me everything.” He grunts as he leans in close, dragging his nose through the strands of my hair laying over my right shoulder. My eyes shut the second I hear him inhale deeply, causing my insides to stir and the panties he’s toying with to dampen. “I want to know every fucking detail of what you did.” He growls beside my ear as his finger dips further up the fabric, brushing against the lips of my pussy.
“Not h..happening.” I manage to muster up the words, but I’m tossed further into his corruption as his digit surges deep inside me. “Arsen!” I cry out, reaching my palm out to rest against his shoulder for support.
He entered me smoothly as if it hadn’t been over six months since anything or anyone had been inside me. The feeling of fullness ignites something deep within me that I thought had been dead or, at least, in slumber for the past few months. It was like a switch was activated, and everything I learned had now departed. My pussy immediately clenches around his foreign finger, sucking him further inside until he’s drowning in my moisture.
“You don’t think I’ll get you to confess?” He drags his middle finger fully out before savagely thrusting back inside. Shaking my head back and forth profusely, he laughs obscurely at my defiance. “My fingers may be able to keep your mouth closed, but my cock will have you screaming.”
My eyes quickly widen, and I swear my impending orgasm nearly strikes me blind until I feel his finger roughly curl inside me, pushing against the spot that has my knees buckling.
“If your cock is anything like your fingers, all you’ll hear from me is silence.” I seethe through gritted teeth as his finger continues to create chaos within me. My core throbs viciously with every effortless jab inside me, turning my previous statement into the biggest lie that's ever escaped my lips.
“Shall we test that theory?” He growls, pressing his body further into mine until my back is painfully pinned against the bookshelves. His hips rotate harshly against my center, and that's when I feel the hardness of his cock dig into my upper thigh. The rough fabric of his jeans gnaws at my skin back and forth. He rubs himself over me until a desperate moan flees my mouth.
“Try all you want, but I’m not telling you a damn thing.” I groan, soaking in everything he’s doing to me before he decides to pull away and causes panic within me.
There was no way I would turn him down now. I was too far down the rabbit hole to deny him any further. The right-thinking Charlotte that I had worked so hard to become is being overthrown.
The blissful sensations I once felt before came flooding back, if not more intense this time.
“Your darkest secrets are no longer yours to hold hostage anymore.” He pulls his head slightly away from my neck until our mouths are inches apart. His crazed eyes meet mine, attempting to scrutinize every detail of me as if he is searching for answers to all his questions. As his gaze consumes mine, I take it upon myself to explore his right back. It was easy to get lost in his sickeningly handsome features, from his unruly dark hair to his pale skin tone that made him appear more ominous. Others may become disoriented by his beauty, but not me, I was enchanted by his darkness.
“Then whose are they because they sure as hell aren’t yours.” I whisper, inhaling every ragged breath he takes as if I need it to survive. His finger comes to a sudden halt within me before pulling out completely. I cry out in displeasure, but it's quickly forgotten as his opposite hand seizes the curve of my neck in a tightening grip and his finger that was just in me is now inches away from my mouth. His nails dig into my flesh, hard enough it will leave a mark, but the pain intertwines with red hot pleasure, and I can’t help but sag my mouth in a groan.
“That fucking mouth of yours gets you in trouble, doesn’t it?” He squeezes in one long motion that has me gasping for breath. “Or is it just me you like to defy?” My hand hastily reaches up to claw at his grip, but I’m useless against his strength. His eyes gloss over, shifting into something carnal and even more lust-filled than before.
He was getting off on this. On my pain. On the fact that I can’t fucking breathe, and he looks seconds away from fucking me silly.
Noticing my struggle, he loosens his hold slightly, enough for me to suck in the air I was being deprived. A dark smile manifests across his mouth. “Open your mouth.” He demands sharply as hot tears threaten to fall.
I wasn’t scared of what Arsen was going to do to me. I was more terrified that I was going to like it. So instead of obeying, I tightly kept my mouth closed and avoided his eyes.
“Open, Charlotte.” He presses his damp finger against my bottom lip, smearing my wetness over my mouth like it’s chapstick. His sensual movements are soft, considering the grip he has on my neck that I almost find myself opening my mouth. My tongue rests harshly against the roof of my mouth, desperate to taste his skin and struggling to remain sane. Twisting my head away from his rubbing digit, he swiftly snatches my chin with the fingers that are on my neck and roughly tugs my head forward until I’m staring into the eyes of the devil himself. “Show me your fucking tongue, or I’ll pry your mouth open myself.” He snarls with his fingers still resting on my chin.
Scowling, I refuse to give in. He wants me to surrender, perhaps even embrace that he was in charge and that whatever he wanted from me, he would get. He needs my compliance to get off, but he also needs my suffering. “You can order me around and hurt me all you want, but you’ll never see me bow down to you.” I snap, hating every mixed feeling I had towards him. After everything that happened between us, I refused for him to see my attraction. I was slowly beginning to figure out Arsen Hale, and no matter how infuriating he was, I wanted more.
I could feel his palm heat to a scorching temperature as my words struck him deep. I knew more about him without even trying while he battled to get answers from me. And if I knew any better, he was beginning to realize that I was winning.
I was the one in charge.
Swiftly removing his hand from my neck with an animalistic growl, he grasps my hip and spins me around till my front is flush against the bookshelf. On instinct my palms smack the wood and curl around the ledge to steady myself. “I don’t need you to bow down to me when I’ve already experienced you fucking my thigh and sank my fingers deep inside your cunt.” He breaths into my neck as his hand brushes through my wavy strands and grabs a large handful. “You’ll give me what I want eventually, and I’ll get you and your fucking wicked mouth out of my head eventually too.” He says as if he’s trying to convince himself that's what will happen. His fingers tangle through my hair, and once he grips a large chunk, he yanks me back hard. My neck arches painfully, and I feel his mouth graze my beating pulse. “Let me fuck you.” He runs his hot, wet tongue along my nape, stopping at the bottom of my ear lobe.
“Why? So you can finally get me out of your system?” I practically moan with a ‘hell yes’ on the tip of my tongue, but I knew fucking once would never be enough.
For either of us.
“Yes.” He nibbles on my throat, licking the wounds he created as he continues to try and distract me with his mouth. “And to disprove my theory that you have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.”
My eyes instantly roll back.
Goddamn him.
Damn him straight to hell.
I can’t form words. My mouth and tongue are frozen speechless, but my heart pounds violently against my abdomen.
“No.” I growl out, causing his canines to sink so painfully into my neck that I wouldn’t be surprised if there was blood coating my flesh. His hips dig into my ass, rocking so savagely into my backside that my face is now pressed up against a row of books.
“Fuck, Charlotte.” He grinds out as if he’s in pain. My body instinctively arches into him even when I’ve told him no, and that's when I feel his mouth leave my body, and realize he’s dropped down onto his knees behind me. His hands quickly reach for the top of leggings, and he swiftly drags them down my legs until my bare ass is on display. “Just because I can’t get my cock in you doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck you.” Each one of his large hands grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes until a desperate cry falls from my mouth. “My tongue has yet to fill you.” He pries my ass apart, exposing me inside the library stocked with crucifixes and godly scriptures that will be witnessing all my sins. Guilt suddenly crashes through me, but my depraved side is eager to be eaten.
As he leans in and spreads me further, I feel his warm breath dance over both holes. My ass puckers while my clit throbs, waiting impatiently for either the drag of his tongue or the touch of his finger to assault me. “You gonna tell me why you’re here?” He asks as his lips barely graze against my pussy causing my anger to skyrocket.
Was this his game all along? Use my weakened state against me as if I’ll spill all my secrets to him?
“You gonna divulge your past, Arsen?” I growl. “Because I’d love to know how you became such a dick.”
The second the word ‘dick’ flies out of my mouth, I feel his wet tongue slide across my slit in one agonizing drag. My whole body ignites from the short sampling he had of me, sending blistering flames across every aching part of me that was desperate for his touch. My top teeth stab the skin of my lower lip, stifling the moans that were on the threshold of escaping my mouth.
“If I were a gentleman, you wouldn’t be getting your ass licked or pussy eaten. So be fucking thankful I’m a dick because I’m about to ravage your body.” His harsh voice vibrates against the outer lips of my pussy, sending a wave of shocks down my legs and to my curling toes. I wanted to dispute his crude comment badly, but deep down, I knew he was right.
Would I honestly be here right now if he were any other man?
His tongue comes back for seconds, flicking at my clit with a softness that has my nerve ends exploding with pure unfiltered ecstasy. My hand that was gripping the shelf is now pressed against my mouth like a muzzle, hushing the cries of pleasure that are trapped in the back of my throat.
Give me your whole mouth dammit.
His short jabs against my center were maddening. It was just enough to send me over the edge, but I needed more. Arching and bending my back to a slightly painful degree, I hoped he’d take the subtle hint that I needed much more than his soft licks.
“Beg, angel.” He whispers against me. “Beg for more, and I’ll fucking devour you until God himself can hear your cries.”
Why did he have to be so crude yet so damn intoxicating?
Practically foaming at the mouth and soaking my thighs, I’m almost positive Arsen's face is now covered in my wetness. I fight every demon inside me that's telling me to leave.
He’s had a taste, now leave before you fall deeper under his spell. Leave before he fucking ruins you and spits you out.
Don’t let him win.
“Give me your words, Charlotte.” He demands. “Give me what I want to hear.”
With heavy reluctance, I push aside God’s plan for me and let Arsen fully corrupt me.
“Eat me like I’m yours, Arsen.”
A primal growl fills the air. The hands on my ass forcibly spread me wide and, finally, with purpose and brutality, his mouth suctions over my cunt. His tongue slashes all around me, diving deep into every dip and crevice until ultimately sinking far into my hole. The sensation is ethereal as twinkling stars begin to blur my vision with each swipe and suction of his mouth. Arsen eats me with fury, with the sole purpose of engraving himself into my body as if I’d ever forget our experience. Almost like he wanted to leave an everlasting imprint on me with his tongue, assuring that no one else could possibly make me feel this way. That he and only he would be the origin of my release.
“You taste like poison.” He drags the width of his tongue down my slit and toward my virgin asshole, where he circles the tip around my hole. “So fucking good, yet so damn deadly.” He dips inside me, causing a foreign feeling to crawl up my spine and expand into something euphoric.
“God, Arsen.” I sigh, letting his mouth explore every exposed inch of me as if I belong to him. And he stayed true to his word, too. That he’d ravage my body, but what he didn’t know was that he was destroying me as well. Ruining every single chance that I have at beating this addiction.
Because now that Arsen has had me, I’d never stop wanting more.
“You think this will be enough for you? For us?” He continues his soft jabs around my ass but then, with savage force, shoves two fingers inside my pussy. He thrusts in tempo with his tongue, creating the most dizzying effect on me that every muscle in my legs feels like jello.
“It’s enough for now.” I lie, knowing my words would piss him off. Growling, he plunges into me with such powerful force that a deafening scream rips through my mouth and echoes all around us.
“Lie again, and I’ll get my fucking fix from someone else.” He thunders as I feel my once fiery veins become doused with ice-cold rage.
Was he seriously talking about fucking someone else while he has his tongue in my ass?
My heart stammers violently as hurt but also embarrassment courses through me.
“Fuck off, Arsen.” I shout, not caring about anything else other than putting distance between us. As I try to get out of his hold, he quickly rises onto his feet with his finger still plunged deep inside me.
“Don’t like that, do you?” He teases, pushing against the sensitive spot inside me, knowing I’d slacken and my efforts at shoving and pushing him away would stop. “Maybe that's what I’ll have to do to get you out of my system. Fuck someone who will surrender to me.” His jabbing intensifies and so does the orgasm I feel cresting. “Someone who’s not a mouthy teenager.” Pressing his warm body closer into mine, he brushes the hair off my shoulder, and begins nipping at my ear with gentle tugs. “Perhaps I should take Principal Welch up on her offer?”
I instantly lose it. Bucking like a damn bronco to get him off, but I’m useless against his large frame and strength. He pins me against the shelves and swiftly spins me around till we're face-to-face. “Do it and see what happens.” I seethe, staring up into his wickedly handsome face. “I’ll never speak to you again.”
“You honestly believe that the weird fuck who wrote these didn’t murder my sister?” He snarled savagely like a crazed man who wanted to either tear me limb from limb or fuck some sense into me. I couldn’t decide what, but as his hard chest trapped me against the bookshelf, his violent breaths turned ragged. My heart hammered powerfully to the point I was sure he could feel the thumping against his own chest. But oddly enough, I wasn’t afraid of him. I wasn't scared of the way his eyes blackened as he feasted on me or how his nostrils flared in a way that should have a girl like me running for the hills. But I wasn’t like most girls. Arsen Hale captivated me like no other, despite the big red flags that were practically dangling in front of my eyes.
“I believe, whoever this is, was madly in love with Phoebe.” I confess, daring to meet his eyes only for him to scowl in disbelief. “I’m not saying there isn’t a chance he is her murderer. I just don’t want to jump to conclusions, especially when we're at a school like this.” Yes, even if St. Catherine’s was a reputable school for turning troubled girls into well-behaved women, they never divulged what really transpired behind its doors. Or who, I should say. No one who is sent here is normal. We all had issues, but there were certain girls who would give Amy Dunne a run for her money.
“You mean a school that’s filled with weak unruly girls who can’t follow the simplest of orders?” He taunts, still filled with rage that burns hotter than before. “Phoebe never belonged here.” He moves his eyes crudely down my small body like I was one of those ‘weak girls’ he was speaking of. “You may be freaks, but the only person I see that’s capable of killing my sister is hiding behind these fucking love notes.”
“We’re not weak.” I growl, rising on the tips of my toes to be at eye level with him. His stare moved from my dry mouth to my feral eyes that smoldered with passion. I may be many things but being weak wasn’t one of them. “Weak are the foolish women who kneel at your feet and fall victim to your fictitious charm. You don’t fool me, Arsen. You’re as much of a freak as we are.”
His eyes darken to an even deeper shade while his nostrils flare like a beast in heat. My skin was waiting for his grasp or tug, but it never came. Instead, I felt his pure wrath course under my flesh and breathe life into my core. His resentment
“You and I aren’t even in the same fucking category.” He presses firmly into me, squishing my aching breasts against his sternum. My lower lip trembles just like every bone in my body as I’m catapulted deeper into his hypnotic spell. “The things I’ve seen, the things I’ve done would cause this precious school of yours to rupture into flames.” He provokes with eyes that display just how dark and sinister he truly is.
“You apparently don’t know the kinds of things us weak girls did to be sent here then.” I taunt with the tilt of my chin, trying to remain cool and collected, even if my tone sounds frail and shaky. “We would have all burned up from our sins.”
“Yah? And what kinds of things are we talking about, Charlotte?” He digs harder into me, causing my mouth to drop slightly. He immediately takes notice of my open mouth and lifts the corners of his pale lips into an alarming grin that has my blood running cold. “Bad things?” He questions with the raise of his brow.
His gaze never strays from mine, even when I feel the light touch of his balmy fingers graze the skin of my outer thigh. My body instantly slackens as a rush of tremors assault my weak center, and my hands quickly grip the shelves behind me. I want to moan into the cool air of the library, but I briskly swallow any evidence of my lust. “I wasn’t sent here for being good.” I growl, but my little quip must set him off just as his digit on my thigh moves over the tops of my leg and stops right at the edge of my panties. Flicking at the fabric, he reaches under the lingerie with a single finger, in and out, he repeats the sensual movement.
Shit.
“Tell me everything.” He grunts as he leans in close, dragging his nose through the strands of my hair laying over my right shoulder. My eyes shut the second I hear him inhale deeply, causing my insides to stir and the panties he’s toying with to dampen. “I want to know every fucking detail of what you did.” He growls beside my ear as his finger dips further up the fabric, brushing against the lips of my pussy.
“Not h..happening.” I manage to muster up the words, but I’m tossed further into his corruption as his digit surges deep inside me. “Arsen!” I cry out, reaching my palm out to rest against his shoulder for support.
He entered me smoothly as if it hadn’t been over six months since anything or anyone had been inside me. The feeling of fullness ignites something deep within me that I thought had been dead or, at least, in slumber for the past few months. It was like a switch was activated, and everything I learned had now departed. My pussy immediately clenches around his foreign finger, sucking him further inside until he’s drowning in my moisture.
“You don’t think I’ll get you to confess?” He drags his middle finger fully out before savagely thrusting back inside. Shaking my head back and forth profusely, he laughs obscurely at my defiance. “My fingers may be able to keep your mouth closed, but my cock will have you screaming.”
My eyes quickly widen, and I swear my impending orgasm nearly strikes me blind until I feel his finger roughly curl inside me, pushing against the spot that has my knees buckling.
“If your cock is anything like your fingers, all you’ll hear from me is silence.” I seethe through gritted teeth as his finger continues to create chaos within me. My core throbs viciously with every effortless jab inside me, turning my previous statement into the biggest lie that's ever escaped my lips.
“Shall we test that theory?” He growls, pressing his body further into mine until my back is painfully pinned against the bookshelves. His hips rotate harshly against my center, and that's when I feel the hardness of his cock dig into my upper thigh. The rough fabric of his jeans gnaws at my skin back and forth. He rubs himself over me until a desperate moan flees my mouth.
“Try all you want, but I’m not telling you a damn thing.” I groan, soaking in everything he’s doing to me before he decides to pull away and causes panic within me.
There was no way I would turn him down now. I was too far down the rabbit hole to deny him any further. The right-thinking Charlotte that I had worked so hard to become is being overthrown.
The blissful sensations I once felt before came flooding back, if not more intense this time.
“Your darkest secrets are no longer yours to hold hostage anymore.” He pulls his head slightly away from my neck until our mouths are inches apart. His crazed eyes meet mine, attempting to scrutinize every detail of me as if he is searching for answers to all his questions. As his gaze consumes mine, I take it upon myself to explore his right back. It was easy to get lost in his sickeningly handsome features, from his unruly dark hair to his pale skin tone that made him appear more ominous. Others may become disoriented by his beauty, but not me, I was enchanted by his darkness.
“Then whose are they because they sure as hell aren’t yours.” I whisper, inhaling every ragged breath he takes as if I need it to survive. His finger comes to a sudden halt within me before pulling out completely. I cry out in displeasure, but it's quickly forgotten as his opposite hand seizes the curve of my neck in a tightening grip and his finger that was just in me is now inches away from my mouth. His nails dig into my flesh, hard enough it will leave a mark, but the pain intertwines with red hot pleasure, and I can’t help but sag my mouth in a groan.
“That fucking mouth of yours gets you in trouble, doesn’t it?” He squeezes in one long motion that has me gasping for breath. “Or is it just me you like to defy?” My hand hastily reaches up to claw at his grip, but I’m useless against his strength. His eyes gloss over, shifting into something carnal and even more lust-filled than before.
He was getting off on this. On my pain. On the fact that I can’t fucking breathe, and he looks seconds away from fucking me silly.
Noticing my struggle, he loosens his hold slightly, enough for me to suck in the air I was being deprived. A dark smile manifests across his mouth. “Open your mouth.” He demands sharply as hot tears threaten to fall.
I wasn’t scared of what Arsen was going to do to me. I was more terrified that I was going to like it. So instead of obeying, I tightly kept my mouth closed and avoided his eyes.
“Open, Charlotte.” He presses his damp finger against my bottom lip, smearing my wetness over my mouth like it’s chapstick. His sensual movements are soft, considering the grip he has on my neck that I almost find myself opening my mouth. My tongue rests harshly against the roof of my mouth, desperate to taste his skin and struggling to remain sane. Twisting my head away from his rubbing digit, he swiftly snatches my chin with the fingers that are on my neck and roughly tugs my head forward until I’m staring into the eyes of the devil himself. “Show me your fucking tongue, or I’ll pry your mouth open myself.” He snarls with his fingers still resting on my chin.
Scowling, I refuse to give in. He wants me to surrender, perhaps even embrace that he was in charge and that whatever he wanted from me, he would get. He needs my compliance to get off, but he also needs my suffering. “You can order me around and hurt me all you want, but you’ll never see me bow down to you.” I snap, hating every mixed feeling I had towards him. After everything that happened between us, I refused for him to see my attraction. I was slowly beginning to figure out Arsen Hale, and no matter how infuriating he was, I wanted more.
I could feel his palm heat to a scorching temperature as my words struck him deep. I knew more about him without even trying while he battled to get answers from me. And if I knew any better, he was beginning to realize that I was winning.
I was the one in charge.
Swiftly removing his hand from my neck with an animalistic growl, he grasps my hip and spins me around till my front is flush against the bookshelf. On instinct my palms smack the wood and curl around the ledge to steady myself. “I don’t need you to bow down to me when I’ve already experienced you fucking my thigh and sank my fingers deep inside your cunt.” He breaths into my neck as his hand brushes through my wavy strands and grabs a large handful. “You’ll give me what I want eventually, and I’ll get you and your fucking wicked mouth out of my head eventually too.” He says as if he’s trying to convince himself that's what will happen. His fingers tangle through my hair, and once he grips a large chunk, he yanks me back hard. My neck arches painfully, and I feel his mouth graze my beating pulse. “Let me fuck you.” He runs his hot, wet tongue along my nape, stopping at the bottom of my ear lobe.
“Why? So you can finally get me out of your system?” I practically moan with a ‘hell yes’ on the tip of my tongue, but I knew fucking once would never be enough.
For either of us.
“Yes.” He nibbles on my throat, licking the wounds he created as he continues to try and distract me with his mouth. “And to disprove my theory that you have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt.”
My eyes instantly roll back.
Goddamn him.
Damn him straight to hell.
I can’t form words. My mouth and tongue are frozen speechless, but my heart pounds violently against my abdomen.
“No.” I growl out, causing his canines to sink so painfully into my neck that I wouldn’t be surprised if there was blood coating my flesh. His hips dig into my ass, rocking so savagely into my backside that my face is now pressed up against a row of books.
“Fuck, Charlotte.” He grinds out as if he’s in pain. My body instinctively arches into him even when I’ve told him no, and that's when I feel his mouth leave my body, and realize he’s dropped down onto his knees behind me. His hands quickly reach for the top of leggings, and he swiftly drags them down my legs until my bare ass is on display. “Just because I can’t get my cock in you doesn’t mean I’m not going to fuck you.” Each one of his large hands grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes until a desperate cry falls from my mouth. “My tongue has yet to fill you.” He pries my ass apart, exposing me inside the library stocked with crucifixes and godly scriptures that will be witnessing all my sins. Guilt suddenly crashes through me, but my depraved side is eager to be eaten.
As he leans in and spreads me further, I feel his warm breath dance over both holes. My ass puckers while my clit throbs, waiting impatiently for either the drag of his tongue or the touch of his finger to assault me. “You gonna tell me why you’re here?” He asks as his lips barely graze against my pussy causing my anger to skyrocket.
Was this his game all along? Use my weakened state against me as if I’ll spill all my secrets to him?
“You gonna divulge your past, Arsen?” I growl. “Because I’d love to know how you became such a dick.”
The second the word ‘dick’ flies out of my mouth, I feel his wet tongue slide across my slit in one agonizing drag. My whole body ignites from the short sampling he had of me, sending blistering flames across every aching part of me that was desperate for his touch. My top teeth stab the skin of my lower lip, stifling the moans that were on the threshold of escaping my mouth.
“If I were a gentleman, you wouldn’t be getting your ass licked or pussy eaten. So be fucking thankful I’m a dick because I’m about to ravage your body.” His harsh voice vibrates against the outer lips of my pussy, sending a wave of shocks down my legs and to my curling toes. I wanted to dispute his crude comment badly, but deep down, I knew he was right.
Would I honestly be here right now if he were any other man?
His tongue comes back for seconds, flicking at my clit with a softness that has my nerve ends exploding with pure unfiltered ecstasy. My hand that was gripping the shelf is now pressed against my mouth like a muzzle, hushing the cries of pleasure that are trapped in the back of my throat.
Give me your whole mouth dammit.
His short jabs against my center were maddening. It was just enough to send me over the edge, but I needed more. Arching and bending my back to a slightly painful degree, I hoped he’d take the subtle hint that I needed much more than his soft licks.
“Beg, angel.” He whispers against me. “Beg for more, and I’ll fucking devour you until God himself can hear your cries.”
Why did he have to be so crude yet so damn intoxicating?
Practically foaming at the mouth and soaking my thighs, I’m almost positive Arsen's face is now covered in my wetness. I fight every demon inside me that's telling me to leave.
He’s had a taste, now leave before you fall deeper under his spell. Leave before he fucking ruins you and spits you out.
Don’t let him win.
“Give me your words, Charlotte.” He demands. “Give me what I want to hear.”
With heavy reluctance, I push aside God’s plan for me and let Arsen fully corrupt me.
“Eat me like I’m yours, Arsen.”
A primal growl fills the air. The hands on my ass forcibly spread me wide and, finally, with purpose and brutality, his mouth suctions over my cunt. His tongue slashes all around me, diving deep into every dip and crevice until ultimately sinking far into my hole. The sensation is ethereal as twinkling stars begin to blur my vision with each swipe and suction of his mouth. Arsen eats me with fury, with the sole purpose of engraving himself into my body as if I’d ever forget our experience. Almost like he wanted to leave an everlasting imprint on me with his tongue, assuring that no one else could possibly make me feel this way. That he and only he would be the origin of my release.
“You taste like poison.” He drags the width of his tongue down my slit and toward my virgin asshole, where he circles the tip around my hole. “So fucking good, yet so damn deadly.” He dips inside me, causing a foreign feeling to crawl up my spine and expand into something euphoric.
“God, Arsen.” I sigh, letting his mouth explore every exposed inch of me as if I belong to him. And he stayed true to his word, too. That he’d ravage my body, but what he didn’t know was that he was destroying me as well. Ruining every single chance that I have at beating this addiction.
Because now that Arsen has had me, I’d never stop wanting more.
“You think this will be enough for you? For us?” He continues his soft jabs around my ass but then, with savage force, shoves two fingers inside my pussy. He thrusts in tempo with his tongue, creating the most dizzying effect on me that every muscle in my legs feels like jello.
“It’s enough for now.” I lie, knowing my words would piss him off. Growling, he plunges into me with such powerful force that a deafening scream rips through my mouth and echoes all around us.
“Lie again, and I’ll get my fucking fix from someone else.” He thunders as I feel my once fiery veins become doused with ice-cold rage.
Was he seriously talking about fucking someone else while he has his tongue in my ass?
My heart stammers violently as hurt but also embarrassment courses through me.
“Fuck off, Arsen.” I shout, not caring about anything else other than putting distance between us. As I try to get out of his hold, he quickly rises onto his feet with his finger still plunged deep inside me.
“Don’t like that, do you?” He teases, pushing against the sensitive spot inside me, knowing I’d slacken and my efforts at shoving and pushing him away would stop. “Maybe that's what I’ll have to do to get you out of my system. Fuck someone who will surrender to me.” His jabbing intensifies and so does the orgasm I feel cresting. “Someone who’s not a mouthy teenager.” Pressing his warm body closer into mine, he brushes the hair off my shoulder, and begins nipping at my ear with gentle tugs. “Perhaps I should take Principal Welch up on her offer?”
I instantly lose it. Bucking like a damn bronco to get him off, but I’m useless against his large frame and strength. He pins me against the shelves and swiftly spins me around till we're face-to-face. “Do it and see what happens.” I seethe, staring up into his wickedly handsome face. “I’ll never speak to you again.”
