Page 49 of Conjure

He shoves me into a room and kicks the door shut. “Then you’ll never get to come. How about that?”

“How about I never let you fuck me?” I sneer, inching back, skirting around a piano. We’re in the sun lounge with nothing but stars overhead.

While I’m sure this room was once a beautiful sight, it’s now a scene straight out of a nightmare, with glass shards on the floor, tendrils of ivy escaping through the broken roof andcrawling along the walls, and upturned furniture. The only piece that’s seemingly unharmed is the piano. When Dominic presses a single note, I dig my nails into my palms, the sound as haunted as the woods outside.

“Whether you let me fuck you or not is of no relevance to me. I’ll have you whenever I fucking please, and we both know you’ll love every second. This”—he waves a hand between us as he stalks closer—“is what turns you on. This festering guilt, shame, and hatred. I could make sweet and gentle love to you if you want, but we both know you’d soon beg me to choke you unconscious and stuff you full of cum while you’re out cold because that, Camryn, is what gets you hot and bothered. You’re sick, just like me.”

I spin on my feet and run for the door, but he catches me before I can make it two steps. He sits me down on top of the piano, causing the clashing notes to ring out in a chaotic symphony.

With his hands on my hips, he lowers himself on the chair and brings his mouth inches from my soaking pussy. “Is this what you want, Sis? Romance?” His lips twist with a wicked smile and he places a soft, featherlight kiss on the inside of my thigh.

I hold my breath as his eyes find mine again, dark and hungry.

“Or do you want me to make you bleed?”

“Hurt me,” I whimper. “Please…”

Not a single emotion crosses his face. Not an ounce of satisfaction at seeing me crumble before his eyes.

Turning his head, he bites me hard. My loud gasp rings out amongst the ivy and debris. I swallow a sob, shifting on top of the piano keys. More clanging notes chase the chaotic storm brewing inside me. But then as I lift my gaze, terror seizes meat the sight of a woman with a severe bun watching us from the shadows.

Noticing me stiffening, Dominic peers up at me and then turns to look behind him. I suck in a breath when she steps out from the shadows, her long skirt trailing the dirty floor.

FOURTEEN

DOMINIC

Camryn’s frantic,terror-filled eyes gaze behind me, so I lean in and sink my teeth into her soft flesh, marking her thigh.

She’s still caught in her own nightmare and not breathing.

Anger floods me when I can’t reach her.

Surging up, I seize her chin, then shove two fingers inside her soaking cunt. “That’s it. Eyes on me.” Her pussy squeezes as I rub her inner walls. “Stay with me.”

“She’s behind you,” she breathes as she tries to skate her eyes past me, but I force her gaze back to me. “Look at me when I’m fucking you with my fingers. Don’t lose yourself in your mind. You’re here with me.”

A sob rattles her chest. “She’s going to hurt you.”

I press down hard on her clit and grind my palm. “There’s no one here but us. Nothing but our twisted desires. Tell me this cunt is mine.”

She tries to peer past me again. I’m done with her paranoia. Done with the guilt that seeps into her mind.

I spin her around and haul her up on the piano so I can bite her ass. Her knees press down on the keys, the eerie notescreating the perfect background music for the growing sickness inside me as I circle her soaking entrance with my tongue.

I groan deep in my chest at her sweet taste. No woman has ever driven me this mad before.

Tasting Camryn’s pussy is a descent into Hell. Nothing will ever satisfy me from this day onwards. Nothing but her pretty whimpers and pathetic pleas. I’m a glutton for this pussy and a prisoner to her every twisted desire.

She writhes on the piano when I suck on her pussy. Overhead, the clouds part, bathing her pale ass in ethereal moonlight, and my heart aches at the sight of her spread out before me like a feast.

I suck on her swollen clit as I fill her up with two fingers, twisting them just right while pumping her tight hole. More juices pour from her pussy, and I growl like a starved demon.

My dick weeps, needing to be inside her.

Easing back on the bench, I grip her hips and lower her onto my dick. As her tight heat wraps around me, she yelps in surprise when I bounce her on my length. “Dom,” she mewls, gripping my wrists for leverage. “Fuck… More!”

“See that?” I whisper near her ear, nodding my chin at our reflection in the glass. “See how your tits bounce and how your pussy swallows my cock. You can fight me all you want, but you’ll always shatter for me.”