“I know what I like, and I happen to think your curves are a blessing.” He gripped her hip, and she couldn’t help the gasp that fell from her lips. “There is a great deal I like about you, Scarlett, and I barely even know you.”
Should she tell him to stop? The grip on her hip tightened, and her eyes closed as her body sparked to life. His lips touched her neck, and she moaned. This was the most touch any man had ever given her. In Bain’s arms she felt starved for affection, for touch. She would give anything for him not to stop. The feel of his hands and his arms around her was like an addiction she didn’t want to break.
His lips moved from her neck, and she reached out, touching his face as he kissed her. She wasn’t afraid to touch him. This purely masculine man seemed to know exactly what she needed, without any question. His tongue teased across her lips as the hand on her hip moved down, curving toward her ass, and gripping the flesh. He held her tightly and without remorse, but she wasn’t afraid. Gripping his shirt, she held onto him, refusing to let him go. Her pussy throbbed, and her nipples felt incredibly tight as they pressed against her new shirt.
As she opened her lips, Bain plundered into her mouth, and she touched him with her own tongue, tasting him. He moved them so that he was above her, and she spread her legs so he could rest between them. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core, and she cried out, marveling at how big he felt.
Bain broke the kiss, and they were both gasping. “No man has a right to touch you unless it’s to give you pleasure. All of those other men were assholes, Scarlett. You deserved so much more.” He kissed her lips again, and she whimpered. “Tell me to stop. You have to tell me to stop.”
She didn’t say a word. Holding the back of his head, she pulled him down, needing more of his kisses. All of her life she had wanted to be the center of someone’s world. It was kind of ironic that her life revolved around that of a killer, but still, she was bound to Bain. “I don’t want you to stop. I never want you to stop.”
He growled, wrapping his arms around her waist, and he lifted them both up. She let out a little squeal and held on for dear life.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m not going to fuck you on the sofa. You deserve a bed, and that is exactly where I’m going to take you.”
She wrapped her legs around his waist. “I don’t mind the sofa.”
“Not going to happen.”
He carried her up to his bedroom. Her weight meant nothing to him as he kicked open his bedroom door and placed her on the bed. She stood up, and he began to work on her clothes. Within seconds she wa
s naked, and Bain picked her up, placing her on the center of the bed.
“I want you to be naked as well.”
He was treating her like a delicate princess, and she liked it.
Bain left the bed and removed his clothes, his ink on full display. She mourned the little boy he had once been. Those monsters had molded him into the man he was now, and she just knew there was more to him than he let on. He wasn’t as cold as he liked her to think. There was real feeling, real emotion inside him. She was going to be the one to help him to feel. Tonight had proven there was more to him than a simple killer.
His cock was long, hard, and the tip wet with pre-cum. He moved onto the bed, but he didn’t go straight between her thighs. He lay down beside her. One of his arms went beneath her head so that she was resting on him. He took hold of one of her hands with his and placed it in the one beneath her head. With her other hand, he trapped it behind his body so that she was defenseless and open.
She was completely at his mercy, and he had a hand free, which landed on her rounded stomach. The heat of that hand rushed through her body, and she pressed her thighs together. Bain could do whatever he wanted to her, and she didn’t know what was worse, the fact that she didn’t want him to stop, or that she wanted him to use her.
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Scarlett’s body was a thing of beauty. Bain had fucked many women, young and old. He’d been with women that had enough surgery that their bodies felt like rubber. All of them had wanted something from him, and rarely had it been enjoyable. He had been able to function as if it was just another job. Scarlett, she was natural. She was real, and she was in his bed.
He hated that she tried to suck in her stomach. He loved the rounded stomach as he ran the tips of his fingers over her skin. Her hips were large, and so were her thighs, which were juicy as fuck. He loved her tits as well. Big, with nice pink nipples. He had never been one for loving just one part of a woman, and with Scarlett, each part was his favorite. He loved her tits, her ass, her hips.
What he enjoyed most was her mind. She was hard to pin down. No other woman had made him break the rules.
Sliding his hand up, he cupped her breast. He leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, and she released a beautiful moan. Moving his hand down her body once again, he stroked the tips of his fingers over her breasts, her stomach, and down her thighs. Scarlett went from pressing her thighs together, to spreading them open and thrusting her pelvis up, begging for him to touch her.
She was deprived of touch. He had noticed that, and he’d been trained to know what a woman wanted more than anything. Finally, he cupped her pussy. Her heat and readiness soaked his hand.
“Bain,” she said—his name a whimper, a beg. He didn’t care. Sliding a single finger through her slit, he found her clit, and circled the bud before moving down to her cunt. With only one digit, he thrust it inside her.
Her pussy tightened around him.
“No man deserved you, baby. None of them knew how to worship your body properly.” He eased her off him and moved so that he was between her thighs.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said.
“Has anyone taken the time to lick this pretty pussy?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. No. I don’t like it. You don’t have to do it.”