The Annihilator (Dark Verse #5)(51)

His dark chuckle washed over her. “I could fuck you raw with the whole world watching, Lyla. Watching from afar, knowing they couldn’t have you, couldn’t even touch you, that you were all mine to play with as I pleased. But I wouldn’t let you come. That is for my eyes only.”
The possession of his words slithered through her body, stoking the heat higher.
“I... I don’t know what I think of that,” she muttered, her eyes on the scene below. She had hated being on display. What she had with him was just theirs, just between them, and the idea of showing it out didn't appeal to her.
His lips landed on her neck. “But you like watching?”
His question made sense to her. “Yes.”
She felt his warm breath against the side of her neck. “In that case, flamma, keep watching.”
She did.
She watched as people in the other glass rooms, or rather their silhouettes, engaged in different sexual activities. She wondered, watching them, what they could see when they looked at her glass—just his silhouette as his body covered hers or a small woman with a larger man behind her back? Even not knowing, the idea was thrilling. Letting her eyes drift, she saw as the woman in the auditorium-like room was sandwiched between the two men, picked up by the one at her front while the one at her back unzipped himself.
Knowing what she knew was going to happen, she still held her breath as he entered her backside, the woman moaning so loudly it sent shivers over her body.
Lyla felt the skirt of her dress going over her hips, the man behind her pulling her panties to the side, his fingers finding her drenched already as she breathed rapidly. She felt something metallic swirl around her opening, and her body automatically stiffened.
“Shh,” he settled her. “Keep watching.”
She focused on the sight below. Man A set himself entirely within the woman’s ass, just as Lyla felt the metal bullet Dainn had used before on her slip inside hers. The woman below moaned again as Man B unzipped himself and pushed inside her from the front, stuffing her to the maximum.
The bullet settled within her, Lyla felt the head of his cock at her opening, and leaned into the glass, canting her hips to give him better access. Lodged at the opening for a second, she watched the men below begin to slowly fuck the hanging woman as Lyla herself got impaled. Her breath hitched at the tightness of the penetration, the fact that he still needed to slip into her carefully after all this time making her heart race faster.
Within seconds, she was double downed, as close to a double penetration as she could be with this man, and knowing he would never let another near her, she let go of any inhibitions.
A loud noise escaped her at the tightness; her eyes fluttering close as she felt him go deep in, the metal on his cock rubbing against her clenching walls in a way that had become familiar but no less exquisite now.
“You hated being on display, didn’t you?” The words against her neck made her shiver, goosebumps scattering over her arms.
She had, and this wasn’t really her being on display per se but in a way she was too because the glass didn’t hide her and her noises certainly didn’t. It made her realize that yet again, he had barreled through something she had previously despised, replacing the act with an unforgettable, incredible memory instead in its place.
She let one of her hands curl around his neck, felt him deep inside her, and turned her neck, their faces inches apart. “What I had before wasn’t sex. It was cruelty and it was cold. Being used, being displayed, being touched, everything was humiliating. I didn’t know it could be different, that I could feel different, until you. You showed me sex was deeper. It’s a way to connect to someone you care about. You breathed life back into me, and at this point, I—” she rotated her hips, their lips inches apart, seeing the affect her words had on him “—trust you to do whatever you want with me, knowing I will always be safe in the end.”
His lips slanted over hers, hard, rough, his tongue pushing into her mouth as he moved inside her, her noises drowning against him.
“So,” he asked, pulling back, “you would trust me if I took you down into a room full of people and left you there naked?”
Her breath hitched at the thought, dread filling her but she nodded. “Yes.”
“And if I invited people here to watch this, you’d trust me?”
“Yes.”
“And if I slipped something in your drink, still?”
She looked deep into his eyes, knowing he knew that being drugged was a worse memory for her. She swallowed but nodded.
“Fuck, Lyla,” he groaned, thrusting so hard inside her she almost blacked out. “Nothing gets me like your trust. Nothing.”
“I trust you,” she breathed, and felt his response in a full body shudder, one that seeped into her as he proceeded to undo her. She turned back to the glass, watching the debauchery all around her, and for the first time in a long time, felt happy about being owned.

Chapter twenty-threeHim


She slept like the dead, exhausted after the sexual wringer he’d put her body through at Moonflame. She had surprised him. Out of all of her inhibitions, being on display had been the one that she’d hated the most for understandable reasons. But somehow, she trusted him to take care of her, and that more than anything made him feel like the most powerful of all. Her had her love, he had her trust, and that was how he knew it was time.
Looking down at the tablet, he looked at the gallery of photos he’d taken through the years, and sighed. Locking the tablet, he put it on the side table and lay down, his arm going around her small frame.