Chapter 114: 114. Pissing Circles
Maisie
"Soren, let me go," I said, yanking hard at this grip, but there was no bite in my voice. I knew it was pathetic, but I was worried. He had slammed down the walls from the end of the bond so I wouldn’t feel his pain, I knew he was still hurting.
The back of his shirt was soaked with blood.
But his grip was tight and I knew this had to do with what Bastian said. He was pissed off, and even if I was blinded by his hurt, I knew he didn’t have the right to put his hands on me like this.
Appearances be damned.
"You’re hurting me," I said when his grip only tightened possessively as he strode toward the sleek black car still waiting in the reserved parking space.
And with a low, feral sound that sent the hairs on my skin rising, he pressed me back against the car, caging me in completely.
Vaguely, I noticed the Jericho, Mercer and Quinlan hadn’t followed. Though, I could feel their anger shimmering through the bond, too.
Sweat lined Soren’s too-pale skin. And his eyes were black. Pitch black, with something dark and terrifying and I knew it was more than Soren staring back at me through those eyes.
Rather than make me cower, my body tingled with heat, and I hated that, too.
His hands dug into my hipbone, branding me through my skirt. "You want to explain what the hell he was talking about?" He crushed me into his chest. "Up close and personal?!"
The last words dropped with barely leashed violence and my hands braced against his chest, the only way I could shield myself from him. "It wasn’t like that!"
Another savage snarl tore from his throat. "You let him see you. He saw what’s mine. Your breasts. That dimple on your ass. He looked at what belongs to me."
I shoved at his chest. "Yours? Get over yourself, Soren. I am not your anything! And I didn’t let him do anything. He broke into my bedroom last night!"
"And you failed to mention that particular detail?!"
"And why should I have told you? Since when do I owe you the details of every moment of my life?!" I growled.
"Since the moment your silence put your life in danger, Adams!" He was shaking with fury. "If you had spoken to any of us, we would’ve been prepared for it. And avoided all of this shit. Fuck. What if I hadn’t gotten there in time?"
He was right, but I was too stubborn to cede to his point. "You confuse me, Soren. One minute it’s about some other guy seeing my naked body, and the next, it’s about my life being in danger. You objectify me and hide under the guise of care, treat me like property even if we both known damned well I’m not—"
He caught my chin roughly, forcing my face up to his. The touch sent a traitorous spark straight down my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach despite everything.
"Until the divorce is finalized, every inch of you is mine. Mine to touch. Mine to fuck. Mine to bruise. Corrupt. Ruin. Destroy, if I damned well please. I have been very lenient. Patient. I’ve indulged your delusions for long enough."
He dragged his thumb roughly over my lips. "I’m not a very patient man, May. I am no Quinlan. Or fucking Jericho. Keep testing me and I’ll bend you over this hood right here in the rain and fuck you so deep you’ll need reconstructive surgery just to get my cock out of you."
My nostrils flared and my insides clenched hard enough that I felt it all the way to my toes.
His nails dug into my cheeks. "Now, explain to me what the fuck happened last night."
My face felt too hot and my chest too tight. With anger. And so, I said, "I was in the bathroom. I heard a knock on the window. And I let Bastian inside. So he could fuck me against the bathroom wall. Best sex I ever had in my life."
Soren’s eyes went blank.
Empty.
Terrifying.
And then, in a blink, he spun me around, trapping my hands behind my back with one hand. My breasts hit the back door of the car and a gasp tore from as his chest met my back, his hips grinding into my ass, his cock thick and unmistakably hard between each cheek.
I squirmed.
The parking lot was empty and Richie, the driver wasn’t inside either, but anyone could be looking right now through the hundreds of windows that overlooked the lot outside.
His mouth hovered at my ear, his voice rough as he whispered in a filthy drawl, "You want to talk about fucking other people, Adams?"
He slipped his hand around my waist and cupped me between my legs. I bit my lip hard until I tasted blood. Anything to trap the moan that tried to escape as he fisted my panties, yanked it to the side, and speared me with a finger.
My legs weakened. It was like a switch was being flipped on in my mind that controlled the secret places in my body. I was instantly hot and ready for Soren.
I blamed biology for it. I blamed the bond. I blamed myself for not having begun therapy soon enough. Because it was abnormal that someone could have such an effect on anyone just by touching them.
"This is..." I stammered breathily. "... this is a breach..."
I gasped as another finger pushed inside me. And curled. He grunted, hips bucking against my ass. He caught the arch of my ear between his teeth. "Sue me, then."
He eased out of me, then eased back in, and fire detonated in my blood.
My head fell back against his chest. My eyes squeezed shut. My nipples tightened and ached, heavy with the need to be touched.
He didn’t.
Soren did absolutely nothing but push in and out of me, slowly, until there was no give, until his fingers were wholly coated with me. "Let’s try this again, shall we?"
I recalled the events swiftly, correctly this time, hoping it’d be enough incentive to get his hands away from me. But even after he’d gotten the truth out of me, he didn’t stop the pumping of his fingers.
I tried to reel in the sharp gasps, the tight exhales, the choked moans by sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. But he buried his nose in my neck and licked my pulse, dragged his teeth and tongue over my neck until I was pulsing against his fingers, my hips bucking forward.
"You like that?" he groaned against my ear, pressing the heel of his palm against my clit.
I shook my head, eyes squeezing shut. I was a dirty, little liar. I was trembling, one perfect curl away from cuming all over his fingers.
Soren shifted the rhythm, edging me on, sliding the pad of his finger over my clit until my cries evolved into something huskier, throatier, higher pitched. And then he went off rhythm, plucking me like a stringed instrument, starting with the off-notes and guiding me slowly until I was wanton with lust.
He was edging me. To what end, I did not know, but I was breathing hard enough that I knew anyone with keen hearing could hear us all the way outside.
And I couldn’t have cared less. I was so close, tears brimmed in my eyes and I fought the word "please" from tumbling off my lips.
Soren stilled inside me with a rough exhale, "Beg for it."
I did not. I was horny. Not possessed.
And Soren pushed me over the hood of the car, holding me in place with one hand and my eyes widened with panic when I heard the sound of fabric rustling.
"Soren. No—"
Something hot spilled over my skin, and I gasped as Soren’s knuckles moved back and forth. He stroked himself, spilling his cum over my ass.
My insides clenched, like it wanted...something I was not crazy enough to admit or think of. He exhaled sharply as more of him poured down, sliding down the back of my thighs, between my legs.
Something about this reminded me of the classes we had on animal mating behavior in high school. Animals staking claims to their mates by peeing on them, or covering them in their scent.
This was Soren’s version of pissing circles on and around me. Pumping himself and marking every inch of my skin that was bare, every inch he deemed necessary, including running a hot line with his wet tip along my entrance and between my ass.
It was filthy and I swallowed my moan, disgusted that this level of perversion aroused me.
And when he was done smearing himself all over me, he got into the car and left me in the parking lot.
