Blasphemous (34 page)

She was surprised at my hasty explanation. She opened that luscious mouth of hers before snapping it shut again.

“Goodnight, my love. I will speak to you tomorrow.”

Chapter 31

“I’ve fallen in love many times… always with you.”

                                   
- Author Unknown

Bass

I left the movie theatre before the film had even begun to roll. I needed to lose myself in the miserable web I created for myself.

There was no one in this world that I wanted to kill, with my two bare hands, other than Carter Mason. If it was any another man, I would still be feeling this vicious emotion, but I would be able to control it.

When she spoke of Carter touching her, something violent exploded in me. I wasn’t daft enough to think that nothing had happened with them, but for her to freely throw it out there was something else entirely. It wasn’t just a
thought
now, she made it a fact.

I was done with my first bottle of wine when my phone distracted me from my highway to hell. “What?” I barked at the damning device.

“Calm down. I’m just calling to check on you. Are you well? When you left the theatre, I thought something happened.” Dimitris sounded concerned, but I was too fucked up to care.

Yeah, something’s happened. “I’m paying for my stupidity. That’s what it is. A man gets too caught up in being in love, but at the end of the day, you know what happens? It leaves you less of a man than you already are.”

“Well, if you want to drown your sorrows somewhere, call me, because I will be doing the same thing. Thank your stars, my friend, that you don’t have a marriage to annul or a divorce for that matter.”

“Yeah, good luck with that, man.”

“Life
is
a bitch, ne?” Dimitris laughed before bidding me a goodnight.

Marriage. How the heck does a man like
Dimitris Kosta fucking marry someone so quickly? Let alone propose to a woman like Lindsey Mason? She was gorgeous, but hell, that mouth of hers would send a saint back to church praying a novena.

I was halfway through my third bottle when I heard a knock on my door. I strode over to it, ticked off that I was being disturbed by
Dimitris again. “WHAT!” I barked as I opened the door.

Emma stood, looking unsure at me.

“Do you need something?” I leveled my voice, controlling my temper.

She came to see me with the gown she had on earlier. Her beauty was poisoning me slowly. “I wanted to speak to you. Inside, if that’s okay with you?”

Caving in, I opened the door wider, gesturing her to come in.

She slowly strode towards the window, gazing towards the River Thames, deep in thought. “Bass, I don’t think this is going to work.”

FUCK. Don’t do this to me, Emma. Not tonight…not tonight, please. I silently begged. “Dammit, Emma. We still have a few more days.”

“I know, but this is not what I want. You’re not what I want anymore.” Her eyes told me how serious she was, and then everything went cold inside my body.

Something kicked inside me when she emphasized that
I’m the one she didn’t want
any longer. I bolted to where she was standing, livid. “What the hell was that in the elevator then, Emma?”

“I told you, it was sex, Bass.”

“
Sex.
You’ve been saying that a lot.” I circled her like a predator. Each breath, each pulse, each beat she produced, I caught. When I stopped before her, she didn’t look too sure anymore. Perfect.

“Are you going back to him?” I asked, my eyes dangerous. Carter Mason
; the cocky, magnificent fucker was taunting me. Mocking me that he was always going to be the one who she chose.

“No,” she whispered.

“Liar!”

“I’m not going back to Carter—”

I launched myself at her, pushing her against the cold glass before my lips punished her—thoroughly, scathingly and devastatingly. Savagely breaking our kiss, I hissed at her. “Did I not warn you not to speak
his name
when I’m around?”

“Bass, you can’t!” She yelped when my hand went inside the slit of her dress and directly to her mound.

“Oh, yes, Emma. You’re as wet as I expected.” I groaned when I stuck my finger inside her and her muscles quickly contracted, holding me in. “Why are you always so wet for me, Emma?”

“I don’t know,” she whispered with her eyes closed, teeth biting against her bottom lip, while her hips ground against my finger.

Her treacherous body never lied to me. It never failed to submit to me, its master. “Well, let me remind you, my stubborn love.” I pulled my finger out of her slick wetness and captured the delicate strap of her dress and ripped it apart. She jumped at the sound of her designer dress being torn in two.

“Bass, my dress!”

“Is going straight to the garbage,” I carelessly said, as my eyes trained on her, taking in those high heels, the French lace, barely there thong and her bare luscious breasts.
Mine
. She let out a quick gasp when my hands reached out behind her head and released her golden hair. Beautiful.
My agape mou
. My love.

“Do you know how much you affect me, Emma?” I held her shaky hand and pressed it against my wild, stampeding heart. “Only you. It beats wildly in your presence.”

When she didn’t respond, I quickly spun her around, her face and palms pressed against the glass before I ripped her lace underwear off her glorious supple body. “Let’s talk this—” she stopped in mid-sentence when the head of my shaft first made contact against her silken heat.

My left hand snaked around to massage her breast, while the other held my cock, gliding it against her folds, tapping it once in awhile. “Sure, talk, go ahead, I’m listening.”

“I can’t think… when you do… that,” she stammered.

“Do what, Emma?” I asked as I slapped my shaft against her wetness, the sound so erotic, it got me beyond hungry. “Or is this what you meant?” I gritted out as I entered her wet opening, couldn’t hold back any longer from taking what was mine. In my heart, she was always going to be mine. 

I had an idea that she was going to be tight, but damn, I hadn’t expected her to be almost virgin tight. “Breathe, my love. Let me in,” I hissed when she started to pant and then started to ease up before she closed up again, compressing my cock to the point of pain. We were both heaving as I let her body get used to me. “Deep breaths. Feel me throb inside you.
Feel it
, Emma. It wants to posses you so badly.” My hand splayed out to grip both of her breasts while the other was busy making her wet. When she started to relax, I slowly pulled out and viciously slid inside her again.

Emma violently hissed against the glass, panting. “I forgot how you
felt
.”

I knew she was in pain, but I buried myself halfway deep in her before I stopped and started to kiss the back of her neck. “I love you.” I went on kissing her neck and continued on her earlobe before declaring it again, “I’ll always love you.”

Her stillness started to gnaw in my heart.
Was this it? Was this the end of us?
“Let me love you, Emma.” I placed my forehead against the back of her head, trying to breath because the thought of losing her again was too much to grasp.

“Kiss me. Show me how much you love me.” She moved her head sideways, reached out her hand and guided my head to meet her lips. My shaft was lodged inside her, growing as she moaned against me, writhing her hips for me to continue. Slowly, I made love to her body while our lips were inseparable and her eyes flowed with tears. I tasted her bitter tears as I kissed her, but they were my salvation.

“Do it, Bass. Make me yours again.”

Music to my soul.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have.” It took her days to heal the first time we had made love.

My love only shook her head, undaunted. “You hurt me good, Bass. This slow lovemaking is great, but I need you to fuck me like you mean it.”

Now, there’s my woman. “Damn. Did I tell you how perfect you are for me, Emma?” I bit her earlobe as I slowly pulled myself out of her and hastily took her to the balcony. “I have this thing with balconies now, with you naked,” I whispered as I kissed the outline of her spine, down and up again. “Screaming my name as you come,” I uttered before biting on her neck as I slid inside her wet, salivating pussy. My hand reached around her hips and started to touch her clit, rubbing while I kept pushing into her cervix, ordering her body to get used to my size again until I was fully inside her.

“Baby, harder,” Emma panted, her hands pushed against the railing as she begged for more. “Own me.”

Own you, I definitely would.

She barely uttered the words out when I hammered her towards her orgasm, the beauty of London below, forgotten. “Bass!” Emma screamed until she couldn’t anymore. My hands were gripping, biting into her ass cheeks while I felt her orgasm around my shaft. “More. More!” Emma let out a frustrated groan when I pulled out, but that groan turned into a screech when the head of my cock stretched her anal entrance.

All breath left her as I slowly slid it into her tight hole, pushing and forcing my way in. “I love the way you scream my name, Emma.” I nipped on her neck as I pulled on her nipple, before I asked her the most important question; the one I’d yet to ask her. “Do you love me?”

“Yes, Bass, but this is not the right time for talking!” she hissed as I went deeper in her, pressing the engorged mushroom head past the narrow entrance, charging as it demanded her body get used to the intrusion.  “Shit—shit it hurts!” She gripped the side of my thighs to stop me from moving.

“Trust me with your body, agape mou. Give it up to me,” I murmured, spreading her legs wider, while my hand left her nipple and went south to play at her wet entrance, playing with her clit in circles as my tongue teased her neck and ear, panting my hot breath against her when I felt more liquid come out of her pussy. “I love your cunt, but your ass needs to get used to my cock, my love, because I will be using both all the time.”

She moaned when I bit into her flesh while she pushed her ass out, ready for me to stretch it. “I’m ready.”

“Do you love me?” I pestered again, moving gently until I got enough wetness to go deeper.

“Dude.
Seriously?
I just told you, I do.” Her annoyed tone was so adorable. Knowing how adamant she was to collect her orgasms right this instant.

I grinned as my cock inched deeper. “Say it.”

“For the love of God! I love you. I love you. I love you. Bass Cole, I love you so much. I love—”

Laughing at her frustration, I smacked her ass. “Okay, okay. I got that you love me, woman, calm down.”

She made an irritated groan. “It’s not funny. Now be a kind gentleman and finish me off in bed.”

“Kiss me, then I’ll put us both out of our misery.”

As for kisses went, Emma completely devoured my lips. Slowly, I pulled her body off the railing, moved inside towards the bed as we kissed, our bodies still connected. Once we stopped at the foot of the bed, I broke our kiss. “Don’t move, my love. I’m going to flip you over.” She opened her mouth to protest, but before she knew it, she was on her back, legs hanging on the sides.

“Push your knees towards the side of your breasts and hold it, can you do that?”

“Yes,” she said, biting her lip and following my request.

Emma.
My love
. How I worship you. My heart was bursting with elation and with illimitable love as I casted upon her.

My fingers stroked her wet folds as I started to move in her ass. As much as I wanted to shorten this pleasure, my desire to see my woman pleasured was far more gratifying. Stabbing my two fingers inside her, as I stroked the outline of my cock on the other side, moving in and out of her hot ass. I felt more of her silky essence against my fingers, giving me a go signal on how her body loved it. I pulled my fingers out, flipped them around and shoved them back in, searching for that sweet spot that unleashed the wanton animal inside. She heaved out a moan because, when I did that, I had also started to pound her ass harder.

“Sweet. Jesus. Bass! I can’t take both—it’s too… much…”

Not a chance. I wasn’t going to stop until she screamed my name like she was being eaten alive by my cock. “Where do you want me to finish off, Emma? In your ass or pussy?”

I knew she could barely hear me because she was thrashing while gasping for air. The animal in me rejoiced at the sight of her, loving what I was doing to her.

When I felt her orgasm nearing again, I let myself go after her violent deafening screams, while I harshly uttered her name as my semen spurted inside her hot channel, milking my cock to the last drop.

I sought her mouth, kissing her until I was out of breath again. “Emma Anderson, you just stole my heart.”