Page 11 of Insanium (Devil’s Playground)

I had no choice but to lower my standards and go the old whore’s bath route to get myself together.

My under garments got the same treatment.

Going commando for the remainder of Judiciu m wasn’t on my agenda, and there was no way in hell I was recycling underwear.

Lowering standards didn’t equate to casting them away entirely.

So, after a quick wash, I cast a wistful glance at the shower and then, with a resigned sigh, slipped out of my boots and gathered them up before going back to the main room, keeping my knife close.

I paused, taking in the sight before me.

Hael lay sprawled on his back, one hand behind his head, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a hint of sculpted abs that looked as tempting as the first slice of a freshly baked cake.

His gaze was fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought.

It was a sight for sure, one that almost had me clenching my thighs.

I dropped my boots to the floor with a soft thud, capturing his attention. Seizing the moment, I crossed the room in a few swift steps and straddled his lap. His reaction was immediate; his arm wrapped securely around me, a gesture that tethered me close, both protective and possessive.

“Ensuring I don’t fall?” I teased, my voice a playful murmur.

“Or escape.”

I leaned in closer, our faces inches apart, the atmosphere charged with an intimate tension. “Escape? From you?” I whispered, our breaths mingling. “Never.”

As we locked eyes, a part of my mind raced.

I scanned the room discreetly, searching for the hidden cameras I knew had to be there—my brothers might be watching, and I needed to give them some kind of heads-up before they saw more than they bargained for and all the men in my family lost their shit.

I wanted to control the narrative, even in a place as controlled as this.

“Bet you didn’t imagine this would happen here,” I added for their benefit, giving Hael all my attention.

He pulled me closer, his grip tightening.

“But I have imagined it,” he confessed, his voice a low rumble that sent a wave of warmth cascading through me.

The way he felt pressed against me was intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire as he held me tighter, his hard cock pressing against my pussy, separated by only a few layers of clothing.

My body responded instinctively, each point of contact like a spark.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed closer, biting back a grin when his muscles tensed.

He leaned in as if to kiss me, and I brought my hands up, gently placing them over his mouth with a tut.

“You’ll have to be quick.”

“I can do that.” He nipped my skin and pulled my hands down. “And rough.”

“My brothers might make you a eunuch for that,” I cautioned playfully.

His smile turned wolfish.

“At least you could still sit on my tongue.” He pulled me close again. “But they’ve already given me their blessing.”

That stopped me in my tracks. His words, so assured and daring, sliced through our flirtatious banter. A mix of shock and excitement fluttered through me. Their blessing? That was a twist. Leaning in, my curiosity piqued, my voice dropped to a sultry murmur.

“Really? Well, that changes everything, doesn’t it?”

The air between us charged with the revelation, deepening our already potent connection. As his hands settled more firmly around me, a thrill zipped through my veins, tinged with the ever-present awareness that any second now, the Judicium could wrench us back into murderous chaos.

This precarious edge between danger and desire sharpened every sensation, every breath I drew.

The risk of being interrupted didn’t deter me; if anything, it amplified the rush.

The thought twisted a delicious knot deeper into my core, the danger and the unknown threading through my excitement like a live wire that had an ache growing between my legs.

Was it reckless? Probably. Did it make this moment any less potent? Nope.

I took his gorgeous face in mine, and he leaned in, capturing my lips.

I pressed down on his hardened cock, hating that there were clothes between us.

We kissed passionately, our tongues dueling in the sweet familiarity of each other’s mouths.

His hands explored my body, tracing the curves he knew so well.

I drew away, all too aware we didn’t have the luxury of time for him to fuck me all night long and through the morning like I often fantasized about.

“I want you,” I breathed. “Now.”

He quirked a dark brow. “You can do better than that.”

“Hael, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to fuck you. Either way, I’m getting what I want.”

His eyes seemed to darken. “Oh, yeah?“ he challenged, lifting me up and dropping me back onto the bed. “I’ve been waiting for you for years, refusing to let anyone else touch me so you knew I belonged to only you.” He grabbed the waistband of my pants to remove them.

They were gone in seconds, my underwear with them.

Not one to be outdone, I sat up and cupped him firmly, earning a small groan as I squeezed his cock, using my other hand to shove his jeans and drawers down just enough to free the beautiful, solid dick now in front of me.

Long, slightly curved. He was so hard, practically pulsing. I couldn’t help but rub the smooth tip, grinning when he sucked in a breath.

“You’re so beautiful.”

He reached out to caress my face, his fingers trailing down my cheek.

“Hard and fast?” He shoved me back down and wrenched my thighs apart, dragging my ass toward the edge of the bed.

My pussy clenched, my body heating as he blatantly stared between my legs, seeing how wet I was.

“So pretty.” His eyes flicked back to mine and he stepped closer.

The head of his cock brushed against my pussy.

I could feel the heat radiating from it, and I knew that this was about to trigger the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced.

I reached between us and grabbed his base, guiding his cock to where I needed it, never breaking eye contact.

Without warning, Hael thrust himself into me in one swift, powerful motion.

I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure as my body responded to his dominance and the way he filled me, my pussy stretching to accept every inch.

“God. you feel so much better than I ever dreamed about.” He held himself still for a moment, his eyes closing, a heavy breath spilling from his lips.

And then I squeezed, clenching my walls around him.

“Fuck.” He grabbed one leg and lifted it over his shoulder, leaning down and going deeper inside me as he captured my mouth in a brutal kiss. He began to move, his hips rocking in a rough, primal rhythm.

Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through me as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.

My nails dug into the thick comforter as I tried to anchor myself.

His cock slid in and out of me with a smooth, wet sound, and I moaned into his mouth, our kiss growing more frenzied.

He abruptly shifted, bringing my other leg up and then bending it towards my chest, never slowing his pace.

“Yes. Yes. Don’t stop,” I demanded.

He pulled back and watched me, his eyes dark and wild as he whispered a throaty command. “Tell me what you want, my love.”

I knew that whatever I said, he would give it to me, and I could feel the words welling up in my throat. “Fuck me harder. Just pretend you’ll never get to do this again.”

He grinned wickedly and adjusted his angle, his cock sliding in deeper.

I cried out, my hips bucking wildly as he began to hit the sweet spot inside me, his relentless thrusts driving us both closer to the edge.

With every movement, the pleasure overwhelmed me, my senses blurring together, setting off little fireworks that detonated somewhere deep within me.

I arched my back and slipped my hands beneath the collar of his shirt, needing to feel his skin. I dug my nails into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood. He swore, drawing away again to deliver a light slap to my clit, causing me to scream his name with a curse.

He bit down on his lip, his breath ragged, as he thrust harder and faster, the strength of his body evident in every sinewy muscle that was visible through his shirt. The smell of our sweat and fucking commingled, permeated the air along with the sound of skin hitting skin.

He leaned down, bracing his weight on his elbows, and whispered into my ear, “I’m going to make you come so hard they’ll hear it in every corner of this fucking mansion.”

I moaned and pleaded for him to do just that, my body shuddering beneath his as he pounded me relentlessly.

My nipples hardened into painful peaks, my fingers digging into his back, trying to pull him even closer.

Each slap of his hips against my ass, each groan of pleasure that escaped his lips, fueled my desire.

I wanted this, needed this. Needed him. Why had I waited so long for him to fuck me senseless?

Our eyes locked, and I could see the hunger in his, the need to take me to the edge, to push me over. And I knew he would do it; he would give me everything I was demanding.

His head dipped and he groaned my name as he watched himself fuck me, his soft hair barely brushing my chin. “You like this, don’t you?” he growled.

“Yes,” I gasped. I could feel the pressure building, my walls tightening around him like a vise.

It was agonizing in a way, but also the most intense pleasure I’d ever felt.

I couldn’t remember the last time I had wanted to come so badly.

His teeth nipped the side of my throat, making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

His pace became erratic as he thrust deeper.

I knew he was close, as close as I was. My body was ready to explode.

I let go.