I swallow as his gaze takes in my naked body, making me acknowledge that I’m standing there completely naked, poking the bear. A very sexy and deranged bear.
“I think I’m still hungry.”
Every time he steps forward, I take a step back until I hit the wall behind me. “The kitchen’s right there. Go fix yourself some eggs.”
Finn smiles at me, flashing his teeth and looking like a wolf examining a sheep. “I think I’d rather eat more of that hot cunt of yours.”
My hands come up to block Finn, but he wraps both in one hand, lifting them above my head and pinning them to the wall. He brings his nose to my neck and inhales. “Every part of you smells so fuckin’ sweet.”
His words make every part of my body ignite on fire. Every nerve ending becomes a bolt of electricity firing on all cylinders. Being near Finn is electric. He’s a magnet, and I’m metal. The more I try to repel him, the more I’m thrust into his orbit. I can’t explain what’s happening; all I understand is that I want to surrender.
“I want to be a gentleman and ask your permission, but I’m not even sure I’m a man. You’re the desire of a monster, Slugger, a monster that will do things to you that will bring you unforgettable pleasure. I won’t always be gentle, the truth is I’ll most likely never be, but I’ll make you feel alive.”
I can barely speak. I can’t even move. All I can do is breathe in anticipation. That’s when his lips press against mine. The first touch is gentle, but soon it turns violent, desperate. The kiss is a promise and a threat, like vines twisting my mind and heart in ways that thrill and horrify me.
His tongue brushes against my lips, asking for permission to enter, and I open my mouth to taste him. He tastes like mint and oranges, and I want to drown in the scent. He deepens the kiss and I fall down the rabbit hole, not interested in ever coming out of the dream that’s Finnigan O’Malley.
He breaks the kiss first and nips at my bottom lip, his breath coming in swift waves. He presses his forehead to mine, his eyes closed, and all he does is breathe me in. “What have you done to me?”
“Nothing. You’re the one that took me.”
“Because I knew.”
“Knew what?”
“You’re mine. I’m gonna give you one chance, Slugger. Do you want me to stop?”
His question is an out, a way to end his touch on my body, but that isn’t what I want. That isn’t what I need. As fucked up as it is, I want him. All of him. “Don’t stop.”
Those words are all Finnigan needs. His hand moves to my neck, and his fingers press into my skin. “I’m sorry that I can’t be gentle,” he whispers before kissing me again.
This time it’s quick and brutal. It’s a kiss of ownership, of maddening passion. The way his fingers constrict my breathing and his teeth scrape on my bottom lip is frightening, yet it causes my pussy to flood with wetness.
“Your cunt is dripping for me, isn’t it?”
“No,” I lie. It’s a pointless lie because I’m so wet, I might leak onto the floor.
Finn chuckles as his hands roam down my body until he touches my pussy lips. He smirks at me before his knuckles move between my folds press against my clit. “You’re such a bad girl lying to me. You’re so turned on that I could smell it from across the room.” His eyes flutter shut as his fingers explore my pussy. “I wanted to fall asleep with my tongue on your hot cunt and then wake up and have it for breakfast all over again.”
The crude words escaping his mouth are wild, depraved, and hot.
He pulls me off the wall by my neck, backing me up until my legs hit the table. “I’m gonna fuck you. Take you hard. I’m going to treat you like my little slut. But know this; you’re only going to be a slut for me. Mine.”
His touch is rough as he flips me over onto the table. His hand abandons my neck, and his fingers fist my hair. Something tender in his brutal touch causes a sense of relief to wash over me. I don’t need to be in control or on guard because Finn takes the choice out of my hands, and I happily let him.
“You gonna be a good girl?”
“Yes,” I breathe onto the table.
His fingers move into my mouth, not one finger or two, but all four. “Get these nice and wet for me.”
I wrap my mouth around his large fingers. They barely fit, but he doesn’t seem to care. He pushes his fingers further into my mouth until they hit my gag reflex, but that doesn’t make Finn stop. His fingers are rough in my mouth, an act of dominance, letting me know that I’m his to do with as he wishes.