Until the World Falls Down

Chapter 23

23

A s I stumbled back a step, my heart began to pound, but not from fear. “What are you saying? You can’t possibly mean…”

“Oh, but I do,” he confirmed, continuing to stalk toward me.

My cheeks burned. “But, your wounds?—"

“I have been patient thus far,” he said dismissively, his hand shooting out to grab my wrist when he was close enough, halting my retreat. “Your kisses and voice and how your body settled onto mine in the tub have left me wanting more.”

I pushed the fabric of his top away from his chest as he came to a stop, so close to me his breath fanned across the top of my head. The new scar left by Isla stood out amongst his other faded ones. “It still looks fresh. The labyrinth can’t heal you that fast.”

“It does not hurt.”

“You need rest,” I protested.

“What I need is you,” he said, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Just you. Nothing else.”

“Enver— ”

He pressed his lips to the column of my throat, littering it with soft kisses. “I warned you, did I not?” he murmured.

“Warned me?” I repeated, distracted by the heat of his lips against my skin.

“That I would punish you if you entered my throne room. Do you remember?” My cheeks flushed again as I recalled that conversation and the things we’d done before it. He chuckled at my visible reaction, moving his lips to my jaw. “I see you do.”

“Now isn’t the time. You were just stabbed,” I pointed out, but I also couldn’t ignore the heat pooling in my stomach.

His hands slipped lower, squeezing my backside through the fabric of my dress. “A minor setback.”

“ Minor ?”

His grip tightened, and he pulled me flush against him. “Yes, minor, especially compared to your transgressions against me.”

“Wait, but you’re the one who brought me here. Both times now,” I said, indignant, even as my breath caught at the feeling of his growing arousal against my stomach.

“Oh, my darling little lover,” he crooned, releasing my ass with one hand to grab my chin, tilting my head up to meet his gaze. “Whether you came here by choice or force, your actions are no less deserving of punishment.”

My mouth went dry as his face came closer to mine, his hand moving to my neck. “That’s not fair.”

“I have never claimed to be fair, remember?” he responded, before pressing his lips to mine.

His other hand trailed from my ass around to my stomach and up to one of my breasts, where he pinched my nipple roughly through my dress. It caused me to gasp, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss to taste me. I leaned into him, moaning as his fingers continued to play with my nipple .

Enver broke away from my lips, moving his head near my ear. “Will you allow me to punish you now?”

“I…” I struggled to get myself to tell him he needed to recover first, but it turned into a losing battle when he started sucking at the hollow spot under my ear, his mouth like a brand against my skin. I wanted him. I couldn’t deny that.

And if this was our last chance to be together like this, I would let myself have it. Have him.

“Should I remind you of your other offenses?” he asked before moving to nip at my earlobe. “Why you deserve your punishment?”

My knees nearly buckled. “What other offenses?”

“You told Isla how to enter this room,” he told me, fingers leaving my nipple to trail down my stomach before moving between my thighs, pressing the thin fabric of my dress against my center. “Hm. Already so wet for me. Perhaps you require no further convincing.”

My hips jerked against his hand. I flushed again, knowing I couldn’t argue that point. “Are there more?” I asked instead, breathless.

“Many.”

“Tell me.”

“You tried to leave me,” he accused, slowly circling my clit with a featherlight touch, and although I could barely feel it through the barrier of my clothing, it was enough to have me squirming. “Should I tell you how many times? Or will you acknowledge your wrongdoings?”

I had to steady myself on him, my fingers curling around his shoulders, my legs shaking. “Six,” I panted. “Six times.”

He let out a low hum. “Then it would be a fair punishment for you to do something for me six times in return.”

The implications of his words, combined with his teasing caress, made me moan. “Enver, I can’t. That’s not possible.”

“Let me remind you, my little lover, that the one being punished does not dictate her own punishment. It is solely up to me. Is that understood?”

My thighs clenched around his hand. His commanding tone did wicked things to me. “How will you punish me?” I asked, my heart racing in anticipation.

The hand on my neck slid into my hair, and he fisted it, tugging it back roughly. “I asked if you understood.”

My back arched, pushing my body further against him, and I moaned again. His roughness did nothing to deter my arousal—in fact, it had the opposite effect, making me ache for him even more. His fist tightened, and my scalp stung. “Yes, I understand,” I gasped.

“And is this what you want?” he asked. “To be punished by me? To be completely under my control?”

“Yes,” I said again, sounding all too eager.

His mouth curved up as his gaze darkened, satisfaction mingling with desire, and the sight nearly brought me to my knees. He was beautiful. “Such a good little lover,” he murmured. “So ready and willing for me.”

His praise went straight between my legs. I took a shaky breath as his thumb continued to tease me lightly. “Do you want this, too?”

He pressed his erection against my stomach, now full and hard. “Does this answer your question?”

I swallowed. “Yes.”

“I always want you,” he told me, the heat of his arousal searing through the fabric separating our bodies. “You are the one thing I will no longer deny myself. I will give you what we both want. Let us begin your punishment.”

“Please,” I encouraged.

“You will tell me if you are uncomfortable or want me to stop,” he instructed. “Although this is a punishment, my only desire is our shared pleasure. If you cannot speak, tap any part of my body thrice in succession. Understood? ”

I was more turned on than ever before. It was like I was on fire—all because of his words. I didn’t know what would happen when he finally touched me in the way I wanted him to. Right now, I could only nod, clinging to him, wanting to feel more of him against me, to have his bare skin against mine.

He pulled on my hair until I had to raise myself on my tiptoes to relieve the pressure, straining against him. “I did not hear that,” he murmured.

“Understood,” I repeated, trying to grind against his hand, getting desperate.

In response, he drew his fingers away and released my hair, letting me drop back to the flats of my feet. I bit my tongue to keep from complaining. “You will let me do anything I want to you,” he mused. “So eager to please me, even though you are being punished. My desirous little lover. How you tempt me.”

“Yes, you can do anything,” I told him, lifting myself back onto my tiptoes to kiss him.

He took a step back, now breaking all contact with me. A smirk graced his lips as I shot him a frustrated look. “Since you are so desperate for me, I do not believe only one of me will be enough to satisfy you.”

My brow wrinkled in confusion, but then a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind, and a chest pressed against my back. I froze, seeing Enver still in front of me. Yet the form behind me felt so familiar. So much like Enver. The same height, the same scent of vanilla and amber, and as I looked down, the same hands that slid up my thighs, bunching my dress up with them as they rose higher.

I swallowed, turning my head over my shoulder to see Enver’s face, the same smirk playing on his lips. “What the—” I said, startled, attempting to break free from his grasp.

The Enver lookalike behind me held me securely, not letting me move away. “Do not run, my little lover,” he said.

A tremble went through me. He even sounded the same as Enver, but his breath was cold against my neck, not warm. “What…?” I tried again, but my words were failing me, so I turned back to Enver. The real Enver.

Amusement glittered in his eyes. “I seem to be adept at rendering you speechless. Is it not as I said? One of me is not enough to satisfy you. You will have two of me to worship you tonight. Or perhaps more if you are good.”

“You can make doubles of yourself? Out of shadows?” I asked, my heart racing with both surprise and anticipation.

Enver closed the distance between us, embracing me again, sandwiching me in the middle of him and the shadow version of him. Two sets of hands touched me now—Enver’s stroking my back as the shadow double continued to push my dress up. “Although what stands before you is a likeness of me created by my shadows, I assure you, you will find his resemblance to me entirely thorough,” Enver told me, his voice husky. “From my taste to my touch.”

I already found it hard to decipher the difference between their touches. “What are you going to do with him?”

“I am still deciding. Perhaps have him fuck you while I watch,” Enver contemplated, his hand trailing up the line of my spine before he cupped the back of my neck firmly. “The thought has not left my mind since I last suggested it.”

My dress pooled around my waist now, and the soft material of Enver’s pants pressed against my bare skin as he and his shadow compressed me between them. His shadow slid his erection against my ass, and I sucked in a breath, shifting forward, only to press myself further against the real Enver. Enver groaned at the friction, his shadow echoing the noise.

“I can feel everything he can feel,” Enver informed me, gripping my hips so he could grind himself against me. “He can feel everything I feel, too. When he is buried deep inside you, surrounded by your heat and wetness, I will feel it, too. I could sit on my throne and enjoy a show, watching him fuck you, while feeling it all as if I am the one inside you without ever needing to leave my seat.”

The shadow double began to pull my dress up over my head. I raised my arms, my chest rising and falling rapidly as my arousal continued to build, my stiff nipples brushing against Enver’s silk top. Now naked between them, I could hardly focus on anything but their bodies against mine.

Enver’s lips ghosted the shell of my ear. “I can have you take me between those pretty lips of yours while he thrusts deep inside you, so we can feel your throat and walls clench around us at the same time. Or would you prefer it to be me filling you up while my shadow uses your mouth to pleasure himself? Perhaps we will take turns.”

I could feel moisture drip down my inner thigh. I didn’t think I’d ever been this wet in my life. This excited. Excited by the idea of sharing my body with two of Enver. The idea of being completely at their mercy. I briefly wondered if I should have been turned off by the idea of a shadow fucking me instead of absolutely dripping with excitement, but I pushed the thought away.

I wanted this.

The shadow double brought his fingers between my thighs, running a finger through my wetness, and I jerked at his cool touch. His thumb replaced Enver’s previous spot on my clit, and I fell back against him, panting. Enver’s words had already put me on edge. I didn’t think it would take much for me to come. Especially not when Enver himself leaned down to claim my lips in a hungry kiss. My eyes closed, and I let him devour my mouth. Our tongues clashed together, the kiss messy and careless.

Their bodies held me securely between them as the shadow double worked me over as easily as the real one. He knew just how and where to touch me, how much pressure to use, what to do to make me writhe between them. I moaned into Enver’s mouth, my thighs quaking. The shadow double’s teeth bit into the junction of my neck and shoulder, and the unexpected sting of pain brought me even closer. It was too much.

“I’m going to come,” I groaned into Enver’s mouth.

Then suddenly, the double’s touch disappeared. My eyes flew open, and Enver’s smug expression greeted me as he broke our kiss. A pleased smirk shaped his lips as he pulled back. “There is your first.”

I tried to find the shadow double’s fingers again, rotating my hips. “What?”

“What did you think your punishment would be?” he inquired, gripping one of my hips with his hand to hold me still. “That I would give you six orgasms?”

I stared at him, my chest heaving. My arousal seemed to throb through my entire being, in need of release. “I—yes?”

“That would not be much of a punishment. Even if watching you come apart by my touch is always a sight I treasure. You are almost on the right track, though.”

“Then what is my punishment?” I asked, my frustration mounting and the need for release intense.

His eyes flashed with desire as he skimmed his thumb across my bottom lip. “I will bring you close, to the very brink of release, only to deny you it right before you finish—six times. Six denied orgasms for your six attempts at leaving me. You will not come until I allow you to.”

I shuddered at the prospect. Would I even be able to handle that? Already being denied once had me all twisted up. “You’re?—”

“Heartless?” he interjected, cocking an eyebrow, but his tone was teasing.

“Yes,” I gritted out.

“A monster?” he taunted, throwing more of my words against me. “Allow me to show you the monster you desire. You said before that we ruin each other, but I will show you a new meaning of the word. I will ruin you in the most exquisite way. Until you are completely wrecked, unable to speak, to think of anything other than the need for release. Of the pleasure only I can give you.”

I’m already there , I thought, but I still nodded. That seemed to be enough for him. His fingers curled into my hair again, and he brought my face back to his, crushing our lips together briefly before yanking my head back again and releasing me. Both he and his shadow stepped away from me, and goosebumps broke out across my skin at the rush of cool air.

“On your knees,” Enver demanded.

I obeyed, sinking to my knees in front of him. The shadow double stepped around me, coming to stand right beside Enver. “Take us out,” the shadow double ordered.

I glanced at Enver, searching for permission. Enver gave a curt nod in response. I reached for him, but the shadow double grabbed my wrist, guiding me to him first. My pulse raced as I undid the tie of his pants, letting them slip down his hips and onto the floor. The sight of him stole my breath momentarily. An exact replica of Enver. Same length, same thickness. His tip glistened, and I tentatively reached out to curl my fingers around him, surprised to find him cool to the touch instead of warm.

Enver inhaled sharply, and I looked up at him, slowly stroking the shadow double’s length, witnessing the effect of my touch on Enver’s face, though I was not touching him yet. Unable to wait, I used my other hand to free Enver’s erection as well, not bothering to push down his pants. He was much warmer to the touch. I experimentally stroked them both at the same time.

Both of them grunted in response, twitching under my palms. Encouraged, I leaned forward, flicking my tongue against the tip of Enver’s shaft before doing the same to his shadow. Enver groaned in response, his hand coming to my head. “I might have underestimated the effects of having you pleasure two of me at once.”

In response to his comment, I moved my mouth over his shadow and took him into my mouth as far as I could. His shadow moaned, and Enver jerked in my hand. I pulled back, releasing his shadow from my mouth. “Again,” Enver rasped. “Just like that, my little lover. Take more of me into that sweet mouth.”

I swallowed his shadow down again, running my tongue over his velvety skin. I kept my other hand moving on Enver, making both of them groan again. It must have felt good—Enver rarely made this much noise. It urged me on as much as it turned me on. I attempted to take the shadow double all the way into my mouth, my body tensing as I fought against my gag reflex, my grip on Enver tightening as if to brace myself.

“Gods,” Enver muttered, his eyes never leaving my form. “You look so perfect like this. On your knees with those delightful lips stretched around me. So beautiful. Swallow all of me, my sweet. I know you can do it.” Enver gripped my hair, guiding my head forward. I let him, focusing on my breathing, doing my best to take him completely. “Show me how much you want this. How much you want me.”

I managed, taking him all the way in, feeling him hit the back of my throat and move even further. The shadow double let out an approving noise, and when I reflexively swallowed, both he and Enver moaned again. I choked a bit, and Enver released my hair, letting me pull back to breathe for a second. I didn’t stay away long, wanting to hear more of Enver’s moans, wanting to watch such a normally composed man lose control.

I took Enver’s hand, putting it back on my head, before switching my attention to him. I teased his tip with my tongue before taking him to the hilt. Enver gripped my hair again, immediately guiding me into his desired rhythm. I let him use my mouth, loving the way he closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, taking pleasure from me. When I brought my hand to the shadow double, using my saliva to ease the way as I stroked him, Enver moaned deeply, the sound reverberating through his entire body.

“Touch yourself,” the shadow version of himself ordered.

I was too turned on to feel self-conscious. I did as he ordered, bringing my hand between my thighs, and beginning to rub myself while I continued to work my hand and mouth over both Enver and his shadow. Enver opened his eyes again, watching as I fingered myself, and his pace became faster and rougher. He slammed against the back of my throat, making me choke again, but I didn’t care. It was exhilarating.

Without warning, Enver pulled me off him, guiding my head back to his shadow. I opened my mouth and took his shadow back in, letting Enver direct every move I made. I moaned, and the vibrations caused the shadow double’s hips to jerk, moving further into my throat. I gagged, and Enver yanked my head back, saliva dripping down my chin as he brought me back to him again.

I focused on pleasuring myself, my orgasm building quickly. I tried not to show it, closing my eyes, and sucking hard on Enver’s length, trying to keep him distracted so I could finish without him stopping me. My climax built and I tensed, my pace stuttering.

Then suddenly something cold encased my wrist, forcing my hand away from me. I whined around Enver, my eyes opening to see him and his shadow glaring down at me disapprovingly. “Did I say you could come yet?” he asked, pulling out of my mouth.

I tried to free my wrist from the inky shadow that now pinned it behind my back. “Please, just let me?—”

The shadow double silenced me by burying himself in my mouth again. I whimpered, my eyes still on Enver.

He shook his head. “No begging. You know the terms. I am not sure I should count that as the second denial, though, since you were disobedient.”

I groaned, unable to form a proper sentence, and the shadow double shuddered.

Enver closed his eyes briefly before he steadied himself. “Perhaps I will offer you a deal. If you can finish him within the next minute, then I will count it as your second. I am curious what it will feel like when he spills down your throat.”

I didn’t hesitate to meet his challenge, immediately hollowing my cheeks and running my tongue down the underside of the shadow double’s shaft. He hissed, taking my jaw in his hands, and fucking into my mouth. Enver’s hands flexed at his sides, watching me with a heated gaze.

My tongue pressed against the shadow double’s slit, and he grunted, sliding his length against my tongue until he reached down my throat, pushing himself all the way in again. I lost my control for a moment, my throat convulsing around him, and it was all it took to send him over the edge. He came with one last thrust and Enver let out a shuddered exhale as I struggled to swallow, surprised to find his release physical.

I panted as the shadow double pulled out of my mouth and then dragged me to my feet by my upper arms. I didn’t have time to react before Enver grabbed my face, tilting my head up to meet his, his eyes flashing as he kissed me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, tasting himself. I felt light-headed when he finally released me, but then he spun me, his shadow claiming my lips next. The shadow bit down on my lip and I groaned.

“Two down, four more to go,” Enver whispered in my ear.

His shadow walked me backward, and I clung to him, trying to keep my balance as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth. The icy feel of him that contrasted with mine and Enver’s warmth. When the back of my thighs hit something hard, I broke away, only to be forced down onto my ass .

Glancing around me, I realized he’d pushed me down onto the throne. Enver appeared at my side, and suddenly, my wrists were bound to the armrests by shadows before I could even attempt to pull them away.

“Shall I make the third quick and easy?” he asked as he knelt in front of me.

Oh, fuck.

“I’m not going to survive this,” I told him, breathless already.

He cocked an eyebrow. “Would you like me to stop?”

I shook my head. “Absolutely not.”

A slow, devious smile crossed his fast as he spread my thighs. “As I thought. You crave this. Being at my mercy. Being mine. Am I wrong?”

“No,” I confirmed. “I love this.”

“I will ruin you,” he murmured, his breath caressing my inner thigh. “I will take you apart piece by piece until you are a quivering, needy mess, begging me to let you come. Until you know nothing but me. Then, when you are completely undone, completely shattered, I will give you everything you crave and more. I will put you back together with my touch, my tongue, and with the way I thrust deep inside you. And then I will do it all over again until there is no place you would rather be than here—with me. Underneath me. Surrounded by me. Surrendering to me, and only me.”

“Ruin me, Enver,” I breathed. “Please.”