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Chapter 31

Merci

"Holy shit." I freeze in the doorway of Zach's dorm room, my eyes locked on the new addition hanging from the ceiling.

A fucking sex swing.

"Seriously?" I cock a hip, barely able to contain the smirk tugging at my lips. “Is this how we’re continuing to celebrate your championship win?”

"Viktor's staying at Coach Harper’s tonight." Zach leans against his desk, arms crossed, watching me with that intense stare of his. "Thought it might be a good way to . . . expand our horizons."

I saunter closer to inspect the setup, running my fingers along the black leather seat and sturdy chains. "You want to spice things up?"

"I need more . . . intensity. But I don’t want to make you uncomfortable."

We've been working around my claustrophobia in bed—me on top or him taking me from behind without ever leaning over—but I know it's been limiting for him.

"You did this for us?"

"Yes." He grabs a silver gift bag from his desk, then walks over to me with that predatory grace that never fails to make my skin tingle. "I want to push your limits, Little Scorpion. But only if you trust me."

"Since when do you do gifts?" I eye the bag suspiciously.

"Just open it."

I reach inside and . . . Holy shit, my dick instantly perks up because I’d know that texture anywhere. When I pull the collar free of the tissue paper, my breath catches.

It’s the softest shade of lavender I've ever seen, and a delicate gold scorpion medallion hangs from the center.

"Matches your eyes," he says in that deep, gravelly voice that never ceases to get me going. "Saw it and knew it was yours. My fierce little scorpion."

Fuck.

Just . . . fuck.

My eyes start stinging because how the hell does he do this? The man, who supposedly can't process emotions, constantly wrecks me with these unexpected surprises. "Put it on?"

I tilt my head back as he brings the collar around my throat. The leather is soft as butter against my skin. And when he buckles it, that delicious pressure sends a wave of heat straight to my dick.

Zach adjusts the medallion so it rests in the hollow of my throat, and he smiles when I whimper. "Perfect."

With a growl, he captures my mouth in a kiss that's all tongue and teeth and desperate need. I moan into it, my hands fisting in his shirt as he backs me against the swing.

"Fuck." I pant when we break apart, my head spinning. "I'm gonna need you to strip me down faster than a Formula 1 pit crew."

He pulls back just enough to smirk, his hands already working at the hem of my shirt. "I can handle that."

My shirt hits the floor, followed quickly by my skinny jeans, which takes some impressive maneuvering on his part. When I'm finally naked, his eyes rake over me like he wants to devour me whole.

"God, you're beautiful."

"And you're overdressed." I tug at his sweatshirt, desperate to get my hands on him. "Get naked, or I'll do it for you."

He yanks off his clothes and fuck. No matter how many times I see him, my mouth still waters at those thick muscles, at how the tattoos down his left arm shift with each movement. His pierced cock is already hard and leaking, the metal catching the light in a way that makes heat pool low in my belly .

"Shit, Merci." He groans as I wrap my hand around him, his hips jerking forward. "You drive me fucking insane."

"Good." I stroke him slowly, loving how the piercings drag against my palm. "I love when you go all feral."

His hand shoots out, wrapping around my wrist and pulling it away. "Get in the swing, Little Scorpion."

Right.

Easier said than done.

I eye the contraption, suddenly aware that this isn't like hopping into a chair. "Uh, little help here?"

Zach's hands settle on my hips, steadying me as I climb into the swing. The leather cradles my thighs as I lower myself, and holy fuck, the straps feel better than expected against my bare skin. He carefully adjusts each strap, ensuring my weight is distributed properly.

"Lift your leg," he murmurs, helping me position my ankle into one of the stirrups, then the other. The position leaves me spread open, exposed. But the sturdy design also makes me feel weirdly secure. Like I could float here forever.

"Comfortable?" His fingers trace along the straps, checking the tension.

I rock slightly and the swing moves with me, smooth and controlled. "Yeah." I grip the support straps, already imagining the possibilities. "Now fuck me like you mean it."

Zach’s eyes darken. He walks over to the nightstand, grabs a bottle of lube, pops the cap open, and then slicks up his fingers as he returns. "Spread those legs wider. I want to see the tight little hole that belongs to me."

My skin heats as I part my thighs farther. My breath hitches as his finger teases my entrance, circling slowly before pressing inside. A needy whimper escapes, and I roll my hips. "Zach . . . more."

He adds a second finger, the stretch sharper this time but no less addictive. He moves deliberately, scissoring and curling, coaxing me open. I moan, rocking my hips against his hand, desperate for more friction, my dick leaking against my stomach.

"Look at you. So greedy to be filled."

"Always." My head falls back as he brushes against my prostate. "Fuck, right there."

He begins a steady rhythm, his fingers working in and out, each thrust hitting that sweet spot inside. "Look at this ass swallowing my fingers like it just can’t get enough."

My hips move faster, riding his hand as he adds a third finger, my breath coming out in shallow pants. I'm so fucking hard, so turned on, as I clench around his fingers, trying to draw them deeper. "Zach, please. Need you inside me. Now."

“Not yet.”

He squirts more lube onto my crease, the coolness causing me to flinch. Suddenly, a fourth finger pushes inside.

My legs start trembling, my grip on the straps tightening as my abs tense. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.”

“Are you okay?” Zach stares at me.

I nod vigorously, unable to speak. When he stills his hand, I rock onto it, letting him know I want more.

Need more.

“Your greedy little hole’s trying to swallow my hand. Should we see how much more it can take?”

I let out a long, guttural moan that the entire dorm can probably hear. But I don’t give a fuck. They can go buy noise-cancelling headphones.

Zach starts to thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing over my balls, the wet sounds of his fingers fucking me filling the room.

“Want more?”

“Fucking hell, Oh god . . . Yes!”

He chuckles, and momentarily, I want to kick him. The thought leaves when he pushes his hand in, stretching my hole wide until it feels like I am entirely gaping .

The sound that erupts from deep in my chest is part moan, part cry. I’ve never been so full. And when he twists his hand, I scream. It’s the most intense thing I’ve ever felt.

“Merci?”

I look at him, at the way he’s studying me. He needs confirmation to know he’s not hurting me. “Good . . . I’m good.”

Zach starts pumping his hand in and out of me, the swing moving and allowing him to get deeper. My hole clenches around his wrist as I babble fuck knows what. My eyes flutter closed as my balls tingle and his knuckles rub against my inner walls.

“You're so hot inside and smooth, like velvet around my hand.”

“Zach . . . oh, fuck . . . gonna come.”

“No.” His hand stills inside me. “Not yet.”

I lift my head and open my eyes when he carefully eases out, leaving me clenching around nothing. The loss is maddening, and I whine, my body arching toward him. "Fuck me, Zach. Make me feel it."

He grunts, his hands on me strong and hard, his fingers digging into my skin. “Trust me, I have every intention of reminding you whose body this is. Who you fucking belong to. That there’s only one person allowed to touch you, and that’s me.”

“Oh, so only you’re allowed to kill me? ”

He positions himself between my legs, stroking his length with the lube already on his hand. “You’re making me reconsider my stance on gags with that mouth of yours.”

My fingers grip the straps of the swing tighter, and I shoot him the most obnoxious smile I can muster as the head of his dick nudges at my entrance. “Oh, I thought the rule was shut it or you’ll fuck—”

He thrusts in hard, and I gasp as he bottoms out, the piercings on his cock dragging along my walls in a way that sends electric shocks through my body.

"God, Merci." His voice is rough, strained. "You're so fucking tight. So perfect. Not going to last long."

I roll my hips, trying fuck myself onto his dick. "Harder, Zach. Fuck me like you own me."

He grabs onto the leather straps of the swing and uses it to pull me onto his dick with each powerful thrust. It helps him drive deeper, harder, until he finds that perfect spot that makes me cry out.

"Such a greedy little slut." He leans forward, his breath hot against my ear. "I’m going to come so deep inside you it’ll be dripping out for days.”

I moan, meeting his thrusts as best I can, the swing amplifying each movement. My dick twitches, begging for attention, but Zach keeps his focus on fucking me into oblivion .

"Touch yourself. Show me how much you love my cock."

My hand wraps around my aching length, stroking in time with his relentless thrusts. The dual sensations are overwhelming, my balls drawing up tight as pleasure coils in my gut.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so loud and the way he’s grunting . . . no way the entire building can’t hear us or the slap of our skin. It’s lewd and filthy and utterly perfect.

My body trembles as the tension inside threatens to snap, my hole clenching tighter around him. "Fuck, Zach. Right there. Don't stop."

"Come for me, Little Scorpion. Show me how much you love being mine."

His words tip me over the edge. My release hits hard, pleasure ripping through me in waves as I cry out his name. My body shakes, my dick pulsing in my hand as I paint my stomach.

Zach's thrusts become erratic, then he slams into me one last time. A guttural groan escapes him, his body shuddering as he finds his release.

We stay there for a moment, catching our breath. Zach pulls out slowly before helping me out of the swing. My legs are shaking, but his strong arms wrap around me, holding me steady .

"Fuck." I bury my face against his chest, breathing in his scent. The collar sits perfectly against my throat, a reminder of who I belong to.

He tilts my chin up, his steel-gray eyes searching mine. "You okay?"

I nod, unable to stop my grin. "More than okay. Though we definitely need to test this thing out again. You know, for science."

His lips crash against mine, the kiss deep and possessive. "Greedy, Little Scorpion."

"You love it."

"I love you." He pulls back, his expression serious. "And I want to keep trying new things. With you."

"I love you too, Zach." The words come out fierce and sure because this man has earned every ounce of devotion I have to give. "And whatever insane plans you've got brewing in that beautiful mind of yours—I'm all in."

He stares at me intensely, then pulls me toward the bed. “When do you start therapy again?”

“Next week.” I slip under the covers. Not looking forward to digging up all the shit I've gone through, but who knows, maybe it'll shed some light on my possible future career.

Zach lays down next to me, and as we curl up together, I play with the medallion on my collar, smiling against his chest. This is home—right here, in his arms. The future is full of possibilities I never let myself dream of before.

And with Zach by my side, I can't wait to explore every single one.