God of Pain (Legacy of Gods #2)(25)

The stimulation from earlier rushes to the surface and I reach a hand out and grab onto his side, my nails sinking in his shirt.

“Hand down,” he orders in a frigid voice, and I let go. My arms lie limp at my sides as a knot forms in my chest.

His thumb teases my clit with staggering expertise. He’s not only dominant, but he also knows exactly what he’s doing and how. I’ve used a few toys and my fingers before, but none of them compare to the wild intensity that’s shaking my limbs.

Pleasure bursts through me all at once and I have no hope to last. My raw moans overlap with the music as I fall apart around his fingers.

The wave submerges me and the pulsing welts on my ass elongate the pleasure, making it more potent.

By the time I come down from it, Creighton is staring at me with that suffocating darkness again.

That need for more.

More.

And more.

At this point, I’m not sure I can stop him from taking what he wants.

Hell, maybe I’ll even enjoy it.

His lashes lower, blocking his emotions, as he slides his fingers out and steps back. My legs wobble and I use the shelves as an anchor to remain standing.

My harsh breathing fills the storage room and it’s only then I realize someone could’ve walked in and seen the entire unorthodox scene.

Shit.

Creighton shoves a hand in his jeans pocket and glares at me, and the look is enough to make me shiver.

What’s wrong with him now? He looks even more tense than when he walked into the storage room.

And he’s suppressing something again. What, I don’t know.

“Defy me again and this punishment will look like child’s play in comparison to what I’ll do to you.”





9





ANNIKA





It’s a miracle that I manage to reach the dorm without having an accident.

I haven’t been able to focus on anything except for the throbbing pain in my ass, the clenching of my thighs in remembrance, and the tightening in my chest.

Something must be wrong with me.

Seriously wrong.

Because I can’t help replaying what happened in the storage room over and over until I choke on the carnal memories.

Until my heart threatens to burst and my head fills with all sorts of depraved theories.

And images.

His hand on my ass, his fingers inside me, my hair at his mercy. My whole body homed in on his ruthless dominance.

I’ve always thought I would be the type who likes respectful sex, the ‘can we do it tonight’ sex, the ‘we’ll have a date, then eat and touch each other in the dark’ type.

So what if I somehow ended up watching hardcore porn once or twice—okay, maybe a few times. That was only curiosity, a fantasy, and had nothing to do with my real-life preferences.

But those preferences and every single perception I had about myself have been shattered to pieces in a single encounter with Creighton.

He reached inside and yanked out a part of me I didn’t even know existed. It was hidden right beneath the surface, waiting for a natural disaster of Creighton’s caliber to finally show itself.

I tiptoe inside the apartment I share with the girls, then stop just past the threshold. Why do I need to sneak around as if I’m doing something wrong?

Truth is, a sense of corruption reeks from my every pore, not to mention that I’m a little bit filthy in the best ways possible.

“Anni!”

I jump slightly, then school my reaction and smile as Ava waltzes in my direction, holding something in her hand.

“Someone dropped this in the mailbox with your name on it. Do you think it’s poison?”

My lips part and my vision fills with the tube of ointment in her hand. No one else would know I need this except for the one person who gave me a reason to use it.

“Earth to Anni?” Ava waves a hand in front of my face.

“Uh, I don’t think so.” I subtly pull it from between her fingers. “I’ll throw it away, just in case.”

“Yeah, good call. Looks fishy as hell.”

“I’ll go change.” I step past her, thankful that she doesn’t see the emotion on my face. Hell, I would’ve sworn she’d comment on my crumpled dress and possibly see the handprints her childhood friend gave me.

“Wait.”

My breath catches in my throat. Please don’t tell me she’s seen something more incriminating.

I hold on to my cool as I turn around to face her with my usual smile. “What’s up?”

“I know I’m supposed to fix something for dinner, but I don’t want to. Can we order instead?”

Phew. “Sure thing. I can cook if you want.”

“No, definitely not, I mean no.” She’s quick to wave my offer away.

I narrow my eyes. “My food is edible, you know.”

“Not to humans. Seriously, Anni, I love you, but you’re not made for cooking. Just stick with your fresh salads.”

“Creighton ate my food just fine,” I grumble. Though it was only once and not in front of me.

“That one eats anything, including dog food if he finds it.”

I tuck my hair behind my ear. “Do you know why he has that weird fixation about food?”