Oaths and Omissions (Monsters & Muses #3)(70)

“You feel so good,” she moans.

“Yeah?” I increase my pace, cracking my palm against her unmarred arse cheek, watching it ripple as I fuck her. “Tell me this is the best you’ve had.”

“Yes, yes!”

“Tell me my cock was molded specifically for your cunt. That it fits her so well, you can’t imagine ever taking another as long as you live.”

“Your—it fits perfect—” Propping my knee up, I shift so I can drive deeper, and that’s when she begins unraveling. The thread holding her composure snaps, and her cunt begins spasming around me, clutching and trying to keep me inside. “Oh, my god. Jonas!”

“That’s it, love. What a good girl, squeezing my cock like that. Fuck, you’re incredible.”

Something primal erupts from deep within her, and she pitches into a fit of full-body convulsions. Her legs shake as she comes, her inner walls kneading and coaxing.

I’m right there with her, my own release barreling through me like the bullet from a shotgun, firing at will. Clarity sparks at the last second, and I manage to pull out just in time.

Grabbing my cock, I beat my shaft furiously until I’m coming, hard, panting and grunting and exploding, painting her arse like one of the canvases sitting in the living room downstairs.

Exhausted, I let out a breath and collapse beside her on the mattress. Dragging a hand over my forehead, I wipe off some sweat and try to regulate my breathing.

Lenny tugs on her restraints, but remains quiet, with her head turned away from me. I reach up, undoing the tie and pulling it back through the headboard, and she goes totally limp.

Alarm washes through me, though it takes me a moment to find my voice. My mouth is dry and my tongue is stuck to the roof of it, but I swallow anyway. “Are you okay?”

“Dead,” she mutters, still not moving. “You killed me. Congratulations.”

Pride swells in my chest, and I chuckle. “All in a day’s work.”

We lie there in silence for a while, though eventually I get up and retrieve a wet wipe from the washroom, cleaning her up before she can protest. When I’m through, she pads butt naked to the toilet, rejoining me minutes later in bed as she flops onto the mattress, closing her eyes.

“I can’t believe I let you tie me up,” she whispers.

Smirking, I brush some of the hair from her face. “Why not?”

One eyelid peels back, but just for a second. “I’m not… usually into not being able to move. It reminds me of…”

My hand curls into a fist, a sick feeling lodging in my stomach. Is it possible that everything she just experienced was through the lens of her past?

“I see.”

“Before I went to Vermont, I had a lot of nightmares.” With a deliberate sigh, Lenny rolls onto her back, folding her hands over her chest. I reach down and tug the duvet cover over us, which she pulls up to her chin. “I think I developed claustrophobia, or something, after the whole… incident, because my dreams were always about being confined or trapped.”

She sighs. “Then, when I left Aplana, they just… stopped. No extensive cognitive therapy, or a significant length of time. I just woke up at my aunt’s cattle farm and didn’t have another nightmare.”

“Cattle farm?”

“Don’t ask why I went there. I still don’t know.”

Pressing my lips together, I reach for her, yanking her into me. She goes willingly, and even though I’m not a cuddler or a dater, I let myself break the rules.

Just for tonight, I tell myself.

Just for right now.

There’s nothing wrong with indulging her for a little while.

Consider it a perk for agreeing to her contract in the first place.

“He was nowhere near my mind, if you’re wondering.”

She says it quietly, into the hollow of my throat. Almost as if she sensed I wanted to ask but couldn’t bring myself to admit it.

“Just you and me, huh?” I ask, gripping her chin and making her look up.

When she nods, a tiny smile pulling at the corner of her lips, I crash mine onto hers, wanting to prolong the make believe for just a little while.





33





My wrists are raw when I wake up.

Scratch that.

The slightest stretch reveals that it’s actually every muscle that’s raw and achy, as if they’ve been wrung out and left to dry. Rolling over, I find Jonas sprawled out on his stomach beside me. His arms are stuffed beneath his pillow while his legs tangle with mine, and pieces of his hair stick up in opposing directions.

He looks… cute. Innocent and unburdened in a way I’ve never seen.

Still terrifyingly handsome, but when he sleeps, there’s a softness to the sharp edges. Something that proves he’s human, and not wholly consumed by his demons.

Emotion wells up in my throat, heavy and pointed the longer I watch him. Ignoring it, I quietly slip from the bed and head to the shower. After scrubbing my scalp with some tropical shampoo, I rinse and move on to my body, carefully cleaning between my thighs.

The memory of Jonas splitting me in half with his cock rushes to the surface of my brain, combining with the steady spray of hot water, and my body grows impossibly warm. Confining, almost, like a wool sweater I can’t escape—but also don’t really want to.