Loveless (21 page)

“Paige, wait!”

One more step and she’s going to—

A little yelp leaves her as she stumbles backwards into the fountain.

“Baby, are you okay?” I rush into the fountain, walking through the waist-deep water, not caring about anything but getting to her

She rises from the water, flipping her wet hair away from her face. The fountain lights illuminate her, bouncing off the water and glittering in her furious, pale blue eyes.

Panting, she remains on her knees, staring at the surface of the water.

Worried, I kneel down in the water and cup her face.

She flinches at my touch.

“Are you okay?” My thumbs brush along her cheekbones, wiping away the new eyeliner tracks on them.

She moves her face out of my grip before she bursts into another round of tears.

I grab her, bringing her closer until we’re face to face. “I’m sorry.”

“Are you really so vindictive? I tried reaching you all week to apologize.”

Maybe I am that vindictive. Fuck. Fighting back guilt, I nuzzle her nose. “I’m sorry. You have no idea how much power you have over me, how much you can hurt me, and I freaked. I was a pussy about it, but I just needed some proof that you feel something for me.”

“Obviously, I do.”

I exhale with relief. “Listen to me. I love you. I didn’t want to love anyone, but I fell in love with you.”

The fight seems to melt out of her, leaving only that hurt vulnerability. “I . . .” Fighting to hold onto her anger, she pushes at my chest; I refuse to budge. “I love you too, you dick.”

Biting my lip, I try to hold back my smile. “Say it again.”

“How about I hit you again?”

“Come on, baby.”

“No.” She pouts petulantly. “You’ve got to earn the next one.”

Her adorable expression manages to rip a small laugh from me. “I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to earn it.” I suck that pouting bottom lip into my mouth.

She resists me at first, pushing at my chest.

I pull on her hair, sliding my tongue into her mouth. The contact is explosive; raw pleasure that burns its way through my nervous system. Snarling into our kiss, I take her tongue like the starving, inconsiderate bastard I am.

Four fucking days.

Four days of wondering if she’d ever give this to me again.

I pull away from her mouth, and fuck, she’s gasping, shaking. So fucking ready to come for me.

Surging out of the water, I drag her up with me. Bending at the waist, I lift her up into my arms, ignoring her surprised squeal and the wave of water her skirt kicks up.

“Eli, what are you doing?”

“You’re coming back to my room with me,” I whisper in a harsh tone. “I’m going to get you dry, and after that, I’m going to get you soaking wet all over again.”

She shivers violently. “And . . . and after that?”

“I’m going to fuck you until you understand who I belong to.”

twenty-two

Paige

“I’m going to fuck you until you understand who I belong to.”

I can’t stop shivering, and it has nothing to do with the puddle of water gathering at my feet.

Once we made it inside the hotel, I asked Eli to put me down. He probably thinks it has to do with me wanting some space.

Nothing of the sort. Quite the contrary, actually.

I don’t trust myself. Pain, love, lingering rage. I’m a cyclone of pure emotion, shoved inside a too small space, seconds from a catastrophic eruption.

Elijah watches me from the other side of the elevator, eerily still. The air around him seems to vibrate with its own energy force. A force that’s barely contained.

Just like my own.

Will we survive the collision of us coming together?

I don’t care if we do anymore. As I stare back at him, it becomes clear that I’ll pay any price to have him.

He can ruin me. Break every piece of me, rebuild me into something twisted and unrecognizable, and it won’t matter to me. It will all be worth it just to have him.

“You finally understand it, don’t you?” he murmurs into the quiet of the elevator. “You finally get why I couldn’t stop coming back for more, no matter how many times you hurt me.”

I lick suddenly dry lips. “Tell me.”

He shifts in his stance, growling like some caged beast. “You could slice me up, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left in me, and I’d still come back to you for more.”

Such a perfect echo of my thoughts. I can do nothing but breathe his name, yearning for him to the point that I feel like I’m going crazy.

He tugs on his lip with his teeth, fingers twitching. “I’m . . . I can’t . . . Paige, I’m going to come at you, and there’s no way I can be gentle about it.”

I can’t breathe.

My back arches along the elevator wall. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. “Oh God . . .” I exhale roughly. “Just come here.” There’s no way I can make my legs function long enough to go to him.

His teeth flash in the low light, a primal grimace that’s almost sinister. He starts to move toward me.

The elevator arrives on the twenty-fifth floor.

“Go.” His tone pleads with me. “Go before I fuck you right here, in front of the cameras.”

I’m so tempted to stay where I am.

“Go Paige!”

On trembling legs, I step out of the elevator. “I don’t know where to go.”

“To the left. Just keep going.”

I do, feeling him barreling down on me from behind, his hunger a palpable, vicious thing.

“Stop right there. Door 1102.”

I stop in front of the door.

He reaches around me, swiping his key, and he urges me in.

Candles. Everywhere.

Rose petals. On the floor. Leading to the bed. All over it.

It’s cheesy, and cliché, and . . .

Holy crap, why can’t I control my tear ducts?

“Tell me again that you didn’t plan on bringing another woman here.”

Elijah stops behind me. “This is where I originally planned to take your virginity. Planned it weeks ago when Gilliane first told me we were coming here together. Remember the day I lost my shit over Zach? That day.”

Instead of answering, I turn to him, kissing him hard.

He moans into my mouth, a needy, unhinged sound.

I love it.

Firm forearms press into my back, capturing me tight against his tense, coiled body. He tugs on my lower lip gently, tearing a horny whimper from me.

Using the weight of my body, I force him backwards. Hands on his shoulders, I try to get him to sit on the bench in front of the large vanity.

He resists me, gently easing me back. “Hold on.”

“No. Get on the fucking seat.”

He blinks in surprise. Swallowing almost nervously, he sits down, tilting his head back to look at me.

I move my sodden skirt out of the way and climb on his lap.

“Paige, wait, let me help you out of those clothes. You’re soaked.”

“I am.” Grabbing his hand, I shove it between my legs, letting his fingers skim the insides of my thighs.

My
drenched
thighs.

His lips part, breath faltering, his big body shuddering beneath mine.

Eyes on his, I move his hand higher, pressing his fingers to my even more soaked panties.

Slowly, his upper lip curls away from his teeth with a growl. I see the change in his eyes. The darkness of his pupils eats up the brown and it’s obvious the moment his control snaps.

“Elijah,” I moan, rocking my hips on his hand.

He fists the crotch of my panties, pulling me toward him. “Mine.”

“Yours.” I cup his face.

Eli lets me kiss him, seeming to love how frantic I am. He hums, flicking the tip of my tongue with his own before retreating, forcing me to follow. One more flick, then he has me on my feet, practically tearing my dress as he pulls it down my body. “Stay right there.”

In just my panties and high-heels, I tremble before him, my heart aching from the force of my lust for him.

Taking me in, he leans back, legs spread, fisting himself over his slacks. When my nipples tighten even more, his eyes lock on them, lips parting, breath coming faster and faster.

I clench my thighs together, biting my lip. Feel myself growing wetter.

His body tenses and I hear him sniffing the air.

I’m so turned on for him that I can smell it, and I know he can, too.

Rubbing himself into a frenzy, he says, “Come here, baby.”

I want him naked. Want that skin all over me.

But fuck waiting. His clothes can stay on for now.

I scramble back on his lap, loving how he engulfs me in his arms and brings me close.

Tilting his head, he inhales me deep, from my neck down to my breasts. “God damn, baby. You do need me.”

All I can do is whimper under my breath and grab at his neck, his hair. Any part I can reach.

He raises his head, giving me his mouth again, not holding anything back this time. Hot, twining, slick velvet meets my tongue.

His scent. The feel of him. The violent vortex of energy that seems to pulse out of him and into my body drugs me. I can’t get close enough. We’re pressed together on every level, not an inch between us, and I’m still going mad with the need to be even closer. “I love you.”

“Fuck.” He grabs both sides of my panties, losing all coordination as he kisses me. “Say it again.”
Rippp.

He tore my panties right off me!

Crying out, I bite his lip, angry at how much I want him. I’m violent in my need to consume him. “I love you, damn it.”

Reaching down, he tries to remove his pants, movements clumsy.

I yank on his bow tie, managing to somehow get it off without choking him.

He fists his cock, dragging it out of his pants.

I tear at his shirt, exposing his heaving chest.

One hand on my ass, he pauses long enough to look at me with an agonized, quiet intensity that freezes me. “I love you. I think I’m fucking obsessed with you.”

It’s the same for me. I fought this feeling so hard, but it infected me anyway, spreading through my system inexorably.

“I’m so sorry. I should be more gentle with you after the last time, but I can’t.”

“I don’t want gentle. God, just give me
you
.”

And he spears me with his cock. Hard. Fast. Hitting the deepest point of me he can hit.

Collapsing on him, I can’t do anything but grind my pussy on him, so full of him I can barely move.

“So fucking tight. God, I just want to break you. Fuck you until it becomes a punishment for you. Destroy you for doing this to me.”

My toes curl in my heels and my walls ripple around him. I bite down into his neck, hard enough to almost draw blood. God, I feel the same way he does. I feel the same way . . . Mewling around his flesh, I rock back and forth on his engorged length.

Eli shifts, bouncing along my pulsing walls. His fingers tangle in my hair. “Oh, fuck. You’re almost there, baby.”

I sob into his ear, tightening all around him. Gasping, shaking. One more move and I’ll fall over that edge, come all around his delicious cock.

“Breathe baby,” he whispers in that dark tone that makes my clit swell. “Don’t you dare come yet.” He uses my hair to pull me back. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re full of my cock.”

My legs shake violently on either side of him, an orgasm building low in my gut, about to explode.

“Tell me how my cock feels inside you. You know I fucking love hearing it.”

“I can’t,” I whimper mindlessly, hips churning. I try to rise above him, ride him; he grabs my hips, keeping me impaled on him. “I can’t.”

“Yeah you can, baby. Tell me. You make me feel so good when you tell me.”

Deprived of his flesh, I have to bite into my own lip, another tendril of sanity disappearing. This is madness. A sick, delusional, profound madness. I don’t feel human anymore. The things I need from him border on cruel. Sadistic. I want to own this man in a way that frightens me. “You’re so thick.
Fuck
, so thick and hard inside me.”

He rocks inside me, just enough to tease me. “Does it hurt, baby?”

“Yes.
Yes
! You’re too big. But I love it, Eli! Oh God!”

Grunting, he pulls me off him right as I start coming. He slides down, leaning back on the dresser and forces me to stand.

“Eli . . .”

He yanks me to his mouth, lapping wildly at my shivering cunt.

I explode with a cry, riding his tongue wantonly.

He sucks up every bit of my orgasm, moaning against my swollen flesh for more.

A twitch goes through me as the last wave recedes, leaving behind only a soul-deep feeling of emptiness.

Elijah brings me down onto his lap, slamming his cock back into me.

I tighten around his length, shocks of pleasure robbing my voice.

“Grab onto me, baby. Grab onto me. I’m losing control.”

I dig my nails into his shoulders.

He cups my breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth, playing with it, switching to the other. “Ride that cock, Paige. Show me how much you missed me.”

Rising above him, I hold myself suspended for a few moments, with just the tip of his cock inside my clutching core.

“Fuck. Fuck. You goddamn tease.” His teeth drag around my nipple, the small bite of pain turning me on even more.

I bounce on his cock, up, down, each thrust ripping a cry from my lungs. Closer. Closer. Another orgasm is building. Harder than the last. Good. So good.

Wrapping his arms around me, he stands, flipping me around and slamming me onto the vanity. My head hits the mirror behind me, but neither of us care.  His hips pin mine, forcing my thighs wide open. His shaft kicks inside me, as hungry to give me his come as I am to take it.

“Who do you love?” he growls, clutching my neck and meeting my eyes.

I sink my nails into his ass, holding on, and swirl my hips in circles.

His mouth falls open as he watches me move. “Shit. So hot. That’s it. Take what’s yours.”

I rock my hips faster, my clit swelling, his dick grazing it with each undulation.

“Who do you love, Paige?”

“You! God, fuck.
You
.”

A satisfied, utterly male sound leaves him, and he eases back enough to slam into me, setting a vicious rhythm that’s even harder than the one he used when he first fucked me. Our bodies slam against the vanity, shaking it.

Stars explode before my eyes.

Inside my veins.

I come so hard that I feel myself squirt all over him and incoherent cries leave my lips.

“Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, fuck, tearing it from me. Can’t hold it.”

Watching Elijah’s face collapse into an expression of agony as he starts to come makes me come even harder, my body locking up around him, my legs spread wide for his wild rutting.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” I beg, not caring if he breaks me, if there’s nothing left of me when he’s done.

He throws his head back, arching into me, burying his jerking cock deep. A raw groan tears from his throat as he comes in me with fierce spurts that I feel echoing inside me.

“Holy . . .” He falls on me, twitching. “Fuck. I can’t . . . I can’t move.”

A giggle. That’s all I can give him. My body’s too sensitive. My heart too full. My emotions are still raw and yet I feel them mixing with an indescribable happiness.

“You’re not pushing me away again,” Elijah rasps, kissing my forehead.

I shake my head, cupping his face.