The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: I WANT YOU INSIDE ME

Finnegan

I had never been so fucking furious to see the color purple before.

I saw it the minute the light in the room caught her throat. There was a faint purple bruise under all that makeup on her neck.

My hands moved, unclasping the collar I had placed around her neck. I tossed it behind me, tilting her neck up so I could see. Someone’s hand had been on her throat.

"Who did this?"

"Finn, it’s nothing."

It wasn’t nothing.

No one fucking touched her without my permission.

"Who?" I repeated, my thumb trailing over her silky skin, a cold, murderous feeling sitting on my chest.

Whoever had left that mark on her soft skin was going to regret having hands by the time I was through with them. My jaw was so tight it ached. "Who put their hands on you, Abigail?"

She sighed, turning to face me, her heaving tits rising and falling with each breath she took.

"Just some crazy guy, okay?" Her beautiful cornflower eyes, the kind that threatened to suck in my soul every single time they met mine, flickered.

"I handled it already; He’s at the police station now. It’s handled."

"The police station," I growled. "What happened? Why didn’t you tell me? Did he hurt you anywhere else? Who the fuck is he? Give me a name, and I’ll handle it."

Why hadn’t she called me? We had talked yesterday, and my thumb stopped moving on her throat.

Was that why she couldn’t show up for Arthur’s party?

She hadn’t called me. Fuck. I knew Abigail Kellerman was capable; I knew that stronger than I gave her credit.

She was sharp, fearless, and had more backbone than half the men I had ever met, yet the thought of someone laying their hands on her, hurting her, while I had no idea- it hurt like a bitch.

"You should have called me," I muttered, dropping my head and pressing my lips to the bruise, running my hands over her hips. "Tell me who he is. I’ll end him,"

A bubbly laugh left her lips. It soothed my nerves, and I wanted to hear it again.

"I’m fine, Ares. Now come on, are you going to properly fuck me? The dildo is still inside me."

"I’m being serious, Abigail,"

"And so am I," She drawled, withdrawing from me.

I remained rooted where I was, watching her slide away from me and climb onto the bed in the room. Her body glowed against the white sheets as she lay back, her legs raised and spread without an ounce of shame.

My breath snagged when her hand found the round handle of the glass dildo. Abigail smacked her lips, her eyes holding mine, as she began pumping the toy into her pink, dripping cunt, pursing her lips.

Whoever he was, he was going to rot when I got his identity.

"Fuck," I growled, my hands clenching at my sides.

I wanted to grab her, to flip her over and pound into her until she forgot her own name, but the sight of her like this, completely shameless, using her feet to pleasure me while she pleasured herself, it was too fucking perfect to interrupt.

"Do you like that, Ares?" she purred, her voice breathy and wicked. She flexed her feet, sending jolts of pleasure straight through me. "I’m rubbing feet all over your big, hard cock,"

My eyes flickered between her flushed and hungry face, those blue eyes dark with lust, and the bruise on her throat. Something possessive and violent coiled in my gut.

"Harder," I commanded. "Squeeze harder."

She obeyed instantly, her toes curling tighter, the arches of each foot pressing more firmly against my shaft.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip, smearing across her skin as she worked me faster. The dildo pumped into her, each thrust accompanied by a soft, wet sound that made my mouth water.

"Dirty little slut," I groaned. "Fucking yourself with a toy while you jerk me off with your feet. Such a nasty little slut, aren’t you?"

"Yes," she moaned, her eyes rolling back as the dildo hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her. "Only for you, Ares. Only ever for you."

Her feet moved faster now, one foot stroking up and down my shaft while the other rubbed circles against my sensitive head. My hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking more friction, more of her.

"God, your cock is so beautiful," she moaned, watching me with hooded eyes. "So thick and hard. I want it inside me, Finn. I want you stretching me open, ruining me for anyone else."

"Later," I gritted out, reaching down to cover her feet with my hands. "Right now, I’m going to paint those pretty feet with my cum."