Where would the music go?
It needed a place to go. And that place had to be me. I made sure she taught me everything she knew, and sometimes I played for her when she needed heaven. I played for her just like she played for me. I needed it. Craved it. Not just for me, but for her.
I stared down at Juliet, lust pounding through every vessel in my body. I stood behind her and touched from her neck to her breasts, to where I wanted to be the most.
Her pussy.
She was wet.
Silky.
Tempting to eat.
I had yet to thrust my tongue into her heat. As if I was a possessed man, I stood in front of her now, and in one swift, sudden movement, I shut the top board of the piano and placed her on it instead. Her feet hit the keys, she gasped at the turn of events.
I slid her down to the edge, yearning to close the distance between us.
“Tell me, Juliet. Tell me what I want to hear. Who do you belong to?”
Her frenzied gaze found my serene one.
I was sedated.
Still.
At peace in this hell I lived in.
With her in my arms, everything just felt right. She opened her mouth, hesitating for a few seconds. As if she knew that once she said it, there was going back, only forward in this game of cat and mouse where I chased and she ran.
“I’m yours.”
My heady hands slid down her body, needing to touch her.
Own her.
Fuck her.
“Tell me again.”
“I’m yours, Donovan.”
My name.
The way she said my name.
I was somehow forgiven.
No longer a sinner.
No, I was a saint.
Worshipped.
Revived.
Holy.
And for the first time in my life—deserving.
Spread wide, she was vulnerable, ready.
“Again,” I demanded in a harsher tone than I intended, needing to hear the soothing words like a balm to my soul.
“I’m yours,” she repeated while I kissed and licked my way down every last inch of her skin.
“Yes, you’re mine, Juliet.” Answering her question from earlier, I confessed, “And I’ve always, always, been yours.”
Juliet
My stomach fluttered.
My heart dropped.
With what he had just admitted to me.
Sitting on the bench, his eyes devoured me in a way he hadn’t before. Staring directly at the place no man besides him had ever seen. I was nothing, completely at his mercy, and yet I felt powerful as his breath exhaled across my core.
Cocking his head to the side, he narrowed his eyes at me. “By all means, Juliet, spread your legs wider for me.”
“I—”
He leaned forward, placing his tight grip on my waist, having my back fall against the top board.
“That wasn’t a suggestion. I want to fuck your cunt with my tongue.”
I angled up onto my elbows and did as I was told. Slowly, he eyed me up and down with a look I’d never seen before.
“Wider,” he roared in a primal tone.
I jumped, overwhelmed. Seeing this side of him emerge was unsettling and arousing. I looked into his vacant eyes, silently pleading for the man he was minutes ago.
He glanced down at my heat before quickly moving his calculated gaze back to my eyes.
“Touch your pretty little pussy. I want to watch you come for me, Juliet.”
“Can you—”
“No.”
He didn’t waver. Dark, tantalizing eyes eagerly waited for the show. Taking a deep, steady breath, I desired to please him. Spreading my legs further, I moved my jittery hand where he ordered me to touch myself, hissing upon contact on my clit. The nub was still sensitive from his assault the day before, where he’d slapped me into submission, throwing me into this euphoric hole.
I arched my back as he watched, waiting for him to tame me, to pick me up if I needed punishing. I wanted to be blacked out to see myself, my face, to know that I was who I believed I was when he told me to do the things I did. I needed that proof, that touch, that feeling washing over me again and again.
He arched a demanding eyebrow, waiting impatiently as always. He was standing right in front of me, watching me with an expression I couldn’t read, once again a blank canvas, a mystery, a monster in plain sight. So frustrating!
“That’s right, Juliet. Just like that.”
His sultry voice set my nerves on fire. It didn’t take long for my body to respond, working my clit harder and more demanding than I ever had.
I didn’t do this often, but when I did, I fantasized about no one in particular.
This time, I only saw him through my hooded eyes. My legs trembled the closer I got to giving him what he wanted. I couldn’t hold back any longer. As much as I wanted to stare into his eyes, my body betrayed me.
My back arched against the piano while my lips moaned his name, “Donovan…” I shattered from the most intense orgasm.
Panting profusely, I tried to catch my bearings from what had just occurred between us. Anxiously waiting for his next move, I felt him before I saw him. His face buried in between my legs. Not giving me a chance to recover from the high I had hustinflicted.
His tongue was relentless.
Licking from my opening to my clit.
Working me over with his skilled mouth.
I let him have his way. Every last part of me belonged to him.
I knew that now.
I knew that then.
Maybe he was the reason I existed in the first place. I relaxed at the thought.
I was confused.
Torn.
Conflicted.
This wasn’t me. And yet, he made me feel like maybe, just maybe, this had been me all along.
Shaking away the hasty feelings, I moaned, “Ah…” my back arched off the piano again.
He slid his fingers into me while sucking hard on my clit. His body took on a whole different demeanor. The cold, calloused bastard was gone, and the lenient and giving man from minutes ago appeared out of thin air like he never left this room.
He was being gentle with me, afraid I would suddenly break in another way than he brutally craved. His mouth and fingers taking their time, making love to me, building me up, and letting me enjoy the sweet torture of his tongue.
My body began to tremble, a feeling only he could generate within me. There was something different about him in that second. He was living in the moment, feasting on like he needed to prove he owned my body, mind, and soul.
He wanted me to feel worshiped, my body burning for him in every way possible. He fed me what my soul needed. My heart rapidly beat in my chest, making it difficult to breathe. My breath became erratic, urgent, and heady. Falling over the edge repeatedly.
“Oh, God,” I screamed out in a voice I didn’t recognize, climaxing so fucking hard I saw stars behind my eyes.
I withered around, coming down from the pleasure, feeling loved and adored. I hadn’t realized he released the hold he had on my thighs and was hovering above me within seconds. His large muscular frame made me feel so tiny, so safe.
Trust me, the irony was not lost on me.
I knew my monster.
He knew me.
This was no fairy tale.
This was life.
It was hard.
And it was mine.
I couldn’t wait to stare into his serene eyes, to feel as though he was owned by someone other than himself. Mine, once again. Savoring the feel of his secure arms and his hard cock against me, I breathed in his masculine, addicting scent.