“Fuck,” I moan, closing my eyes. Or maybe they’ve rolled back into my head. At this point, I can’t tell.
“Yeah,” he whispers before his thumb starts playing with my swollen clit. “That’s what I’m going to do to you. All night long.” Then his teeth sink into my neck.
CHAPTER FOUR
CROSS
FUCK, SHE’S A drug. That hit I haven’t had in weeks. That one taste of freedom that I’ve been craving.
I get fucked up to forget my past. Only I don’t crave it to feel in control of my life; it just helps dull the memories of how I got here. I didn’t pick Kingdom. It didn’t matter that none of us Kings wanted the responsibility. Or to be killers. It started out as playing a role we weren’t able to escape. Now we revel in it.
When my time is up, I won’t even get a chance to atone for my sins. No, I’ll go straight to hell and burn for eternity. Which is fair. I didn’t expect it to be any other way. When you’re raised to fear the light, you seek out the darkness.
“Yes,” she cries out as my fingers fuck her sweet, wet cunt in my bed. I could go again and again with her. And that’s exactly what I plan on doing.
Removing my hand, I grab her hips and flip her onto her back. I get up and move to sit between her shaking legs. I kept the lights off for a reason. It’s killing me right now not to see her body, but I don’t want her seeing mine. Too many questions will surface that I’m not in the mood to answer. She isn’t some woman I’m going to fuck tonight and then kick out afterward. No, I’ll see her tomorrow and the next day. Not only because she’s April’s best friend but also because I already can’t get enough.
I don’t care what any man tells you. We know pretty quickly if we’re going to let you go or want you to stick around.
Throwing her left leg over my shoulder, I grip the base of my already hard cock and guide it into her pussy, forcing a whimper out of her. I go slow this time, gently pressing into her until my balls hit her ass. Then I lean forward, my chest pressed to hers. We’re sweaty and both panting. My hands find her messy bun, and I grip her hair, pulling it loose. My lips find her neck, and I start to kiss her slick skin until I find her ear.
Her hands run down my back until she finds my ass. She digs her nails into it while trying to lift her hips, begging me to move. To fuck her.
“I’m going to take my time this round,” I whisper into her ear, nibbling on it.
She groans, irritated at that confession. “Please?” she breathes.
My lips trail down the side of her neck, and I smile against the skin while I lift my hips just a bit, allowing my cock to slide out. Teasing her.
“Cross,” she growls. Letting go of my ass, she brings her hands to my hair, and she pulls on it aggressively. My cock throbs as I push into her just as slowly as when I pulled out. It’s driving me just as crazy as it is her. “I don’t want slow,” she admits shamelessly.
I smile. “How do you want it?”
“Fuck me.” She lifts her hips. “Please. I need it.”
Her voice sounds as desperate as her body feels. She’s trembling, breathing heavily, and I can feel her heart pound in her chest with mine pressed against it. As much as I want to drag this out, I want what she wants.
“Okay,” I whisper, softly kissing the corner of her lips. “But only because that’s what I want.” She needs to understand that I control her. Not the other way around.
I let go of her hair and sit up. Grabbing the back of her knees, I press them forward, shoving them into her chest. Her ankles cross, and I hold them in place as I start to move. My hips slam forward, my cock fucking her cum-soaked pussy. My mouth waters, wanting to lick it clean while she cries into the dark room.
I give her what she wants. What I’ve craved since I saw her at the wedding. She’s my dirty little secret. Mine to do with as I please. I’m going to fucking make it worth it because when I’m done with her, she’ll come crawling back.
It feels like hours later, but I know it can’t be much longer before I’m coming inside her again. The sound of her getting off did me in. I lie down beside her, listening to her panting from her second orgasm.
I smile to myself in the darkness with one hand behind my head and the other on my bare chest.