Empire of Sin(Empire #2)(48)

Her eyes widen when her back meets the ground and I release her lips with one last bite.

As much as I’d like to keep feasting on her, she needs air. But even as I allow her that, I don’t let go of her throat. She’s the only armor I have against the shadows and there’s no way in fuck I’m releasing her.

Yes, that’s selfish. Yes, they should probably find me a deeper pit in hell than the one previously designated for me, but that’s all on her.

She shouldn’t have stopped and stared this morning, shouldn’t have put her nose where it doesn’t belong.

Shouldn’t have seen the side of me I keep under wraps.

But she did and now, she needs to pay for it.

Anastasia swallows thickly and darts her tongue out to lick her lips that I’ve turned swollen and red. “What…what are you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you like it’s your first and last time, my little liar.” Still tightening my hold on her throat, I kneel between her legs and unbuckle my trousers. “You’ll take it, won’t you?”

For a second, she just stares, her mouth agape. Her legs are still splayed in an awkward angle from the fall. Her baggy hoodie rides up her pale thighs, revealing her white lace panties.

White and lace.

Fuck me. The way she dresses beneath the hoodie is nothing like what her new persona is supposed to be. She looks like that icy-haired, blue-eyed stranger from the bar right now. The same stranger who should’ve been a one-time fuck yet turned into so much more.

But she’s not. She has the glasses on, and she’s still wearing the brown contacts that hide her true eyes from me.

I begrudgingly release her throat and yank the hoodie over her head. Her tits gently bounce, the rosy peaks taunting me, so I grab both of them and pull her up using them.

She gasps, then moans when my lips find hers again while I continue pinching her nipples, twisting them as hard as I suck on her tongue.

She’s trembling, I realize, with anticipation or something else, I don’t know, and at the moment, I don’t have the state of mind to focus on it.

All I give a fuck about is the feel of her shaking in my arms, her tongue tentatively taking licks of mine, even when she can’t keep up with my pace and her whimpers grow in volume.

“Ugh…” She tries to pull back, her glasses fogging up. “Knox…d-do something.”

“Something?”

“Anything…” Her voice is breathy, low, and so aroused that I feel it through her chest where I’m pinching her taut, throbbing nipples.

“It’s not going to be anything, it’s going to be filthy and raw. I’ll take your cunt on the floor, and I’m going to fuck it rough, fuck it right, until all you can do is scream.”

“O-okay…” Her voice is barely a whisper, or maybe it’s a whimper, but it’s all the confirmation I need.

Releasing one of her nipples, I pluck off the glasses and throw them away. Her eyes, her fake brown eyes are drooped and barely open. But she’s looking at me. Like in the office earlier, she’s only looking at me. As if I’m the only one who exists in the world.

As if I’m the only one she can look at.

Part of me wants to reach out and bring out her actual eyes, the real ones that I have memorized deep in my soul. But the most logical part wins, the part that shouldn’t care which eyes are genuine. I don’t like them in the first place.

Eyes.

They’re the part of the face that hold the most contempt. They’re what T and I tried to escape and still couldn’t, not even after we ran away.

So I grab Anastasia by the hip and flip her onto her stomach. She gasps, the sound echoing in the small flat as her head lifts, probably to look at me, but I grab her by the nape and pin her to the ground. “Stay like that.”

Her harsh breathing is audible and I feel her stiffening beneath me, but soon after, she relaxes, her cheek resting on the floor.

As if my callous, violent treatment is normal and she accepts it.

As if…she trusts me.

Bloody hell.

Why the fuck would she trust me when I promised to hurt her? I sensed that she was a masochist that first night, but is this even still under that category?

Despite myself, though, a small nook inside me rejoices at that fact, at how she trusts me enough to let go when she’s not the type to.

When she’s clearly hiding so much shit and being a little liar.

My fingers latch onto her underwear, pulling them down, and she opens her legs, letting me settle between them as if I always belonged here. Between her fucking legs.

I throw the underwear away and my hand finds her soaking folds. “Hmm. So fucking wet. Did the promise of rough sex turn you on, beautiful?”

She doesn’t say anything, but I get my answer when her juices coat my fingers and drip between her thighs.

“Tell me you got on some sort of birth control today.”

“I’m on the shot.”

“Thank fuck.”

“You’re not…going to use a condom?” She tries to twist her head back, but I hold it forward.

“Now that I’ve felt your cunt bare, I’m not going back to using a barrier.”

I grab her wrists and lock them at the small of her back, then use them and my hold on her nape as leverage as I thrust into her tight heat in one ruthless go.