Page 221 of Ominous: Part 1

I keep fingering her, water squelching up from the force of my fingers inside her tight hole, and I know she’s close. So fucking close, the way her clit is swollen, pummeled by water as she arcs her hips to ensure the force of it is still felt.

I bite my lip, watching, pressing her down with one hand, fingering her with the other.

But she’s getting scared.

Her body tenses. I see her eyes open under the sudsy water. She doesn’t move at all for a second, as if trying to wait out the panic, then she’s pushing back from the base of the tub, sliding as she wiggles her hips, and she’s clamped so tight around my fingers from fear, attempting to get away from me, from this.

I told her to trust me.

The thought slams into me like a fucking freight train. So is the knowledge she’s not fighting as hard as she could because her body is probably weakened from the pills I told her to take.

I release her immediately, bringing both hands up, like in surrender.

She gets her calves off the ledge of the tub, pulling up, gasping in air as she breaks the surface. I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking her off of me, the taste of iron and water andhercausing my chest to tighten. I carefully get in, straddling her as much as I can as my knees sink to the base, the hot water making me flinch when my thighs are submerged.

I bring both hands to the back of her head, her hair wet as I lean down and pull her to me, kissing her as she gasps for air, her fingers still splayed along the edges of the tub.

I grind myself against her pelvis.

I release one hand from her head to let the water go down the drain, the gurgling sound rivaling her heaving breaths. Then I sink back on my heels in the tub, grab her arm and flip her body, slippery beneath me from all of the bubbles. Her palms splash in the water, her knees knock against the base of the tub, then she’s clawing at the far end of it, but she’s not trying to pull herself up as she hisses my name.

Her back muscles shift as she holds on tight, and I trail my palm down her spine, until I’m grabbing her round fucking ass with both hands. She has white stretchmarks, and I lower my head, biting them, hard.

She’s on her knees, and I’m between her feet.

She whimpers with my teeth, still trying to catch her breath, and I don’t know what she’s thinking, or feeling, or if she hates me or loves me or hates this or loves it.

“Do you want me to stop?” I force myself to ask.

“Like you would.” Her words are angry, but she isn’t trying to get away, even as she gasps for breath.

The lines between fantasy and reality blur, and I’m not sure either one of us can tell what side we’re on right now.Give me a fucking line.

“Eden.”

Her spine stiffens. I see it move, and it’s fucking sexy. Seconds tick by. A minute. My heart feels like it’s going to explode in my chest. Finally,finally,she says, “You protect me, but you always get what you want.” She laughs a little, a bitter sound, throwing those words in my face. “Why stop now?”

All right.

I lift my head, shoving down my swimsuit, shuffling my knees so I can pull it down to my ankles. I grab my cock, still keeping one hand on her ass, then I’m lining up with her entrance, her knees spread as wide as they can be in the tub, both of us dripping wet.

I push down on her spine, her ass arching up, and I nudge myself against her, just at her tight entrance.

She sucks in a loud, sexy breath.

I wait, to see if even now, she’ll protest. If she really does want to stop. If she wants to go home. Her fingers tighten along the ledge of the tub. She turns to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed.

“I want it, Eli. Fuck me. I’m all yours,” she says, her words jagged, like this is a dare.How far will you go? You almost killed me.

I smile at her, then I’m pushing inside of her.I’ll always go too far.

I drop my gaze and see a crimson drop of blood as the last of the water gushes down the drain. I groan, low in my throat, sliding my palm back to her ass, gripping her hard enough to hear her soft moan as she bows her head against the side of the tub, her slender shoulders hunched.

I circle her throat with one hand, forcing her head up. I don’t want her to bow for me. Not right now.

“You are…” I thrust hard into her, her blood lubing her cunt, cancelling out any dryness the water might have caused her, “everything.” I mean every word as I grind my teeth, fucking her hard, her throat crushed into my hand.

I slap her ass, just to watch it bounce, to see the red print of my hand against her. I do it again, and again, until she’s moaning, and she might be crying, but I know she doesn’t want me to stop.