“Let me try, Zade. I’m not going to fuck you yet. I just want to touch you.”
Chapter 33
The Diamond
I’ve never seen Zade indecisive before. Not until now, while he picks apart every iota of my expression to determine if he should let me touch him.
Then, like a monster tearing through flesh, his beast takes over. He seizes me by the jaw, bringing my face close to his.
“You think you’re ready for me? Let’s see how far you’re willing to go to please me.”
He lifts me off him, setting me to the side, then stands, pausing to look down at me with an unreadable expression. His face is smoothed into cold marble.
Turning away, he walks to a black chair a few feet in front of me. He sits there some nights if he can’t sleep, waiting and watching for a nightmare to arise—always watching me.
Next to the chair is a little table where a glass and a canter of whiskey sits. He pours himself three fingers and then sits back in the chair, widening his knees with his arm hanging over the side, the glass held by the tips of his fingers.
He eyes me, taking a sip of his whiskey before resuming his position.
“Crawl to me,” he orders, his voice as rough as lava rock, yet as enticing as the spiced whiskey he swallowed. “Show me how pretty you are begging on your knees for my cock.”
My stomach tightens with heat, and I feel my thighs growing slicker.
I make a split-second decision and grab the rose, and place it between my teeth, reveling in the small stings on my lips from the thorns.
Copper blooms on my tongue as I heed his orders, crawling on my hands and knees with his precious rose in my mouth, hips and breasts swaying sensually.
His eyes light up, and his nostrils flare. The cool demeanor slips, and raw desire bleeds through the cracks.
When I reach him, I kneel and set the rose on my lap.
“Was that pretty enough for you?”
He chuckles and finishes off his whiskey, setting the glass down on the table.
“You’re so fucking beautiful; I want to cut the eyes from those who get the privilege to look at you,” he rasps, licking his lips predatorily.
He sits up enough to pull the shirt over his head, baring himself completely. My mouth waters at the sight of him and I feel my skin flush all over again from how sinfully delicious he looks.
Something about tanned skin covered in black tattoos… Jesus Christ, thank you, She-Devil for inventing a man like Zade.
My eyes linger on the scar cutting through his abs, and I decide that I want to be as strong as Zade. A man who has faced death with a smile on his face countless times, only for him to turn around and do it again. Over and over.
Gently, I drift my fingers across the crimson handprint streaked across his stomach, intoxicated by the sight of him twitching beneath me. The tension condenses until it feels like I’m wading through lava.
My jaw is in his hand again within seconds, his thumb smearing the dots of blood along my lips.
“I want to see this blood all over my cock,” he murmurs. “Take off my belt.”
Heeding his command, the metal clings as my fingers deftly undo the buckle, and memories surface of him wrapping this belt around my neck as he fucked my mouth.
I want that again, but I know I’m not quite ready for it yet.
He releases my jaw as I make quick work of his button and zipper, delighting in the sound of metal teeth breaking apart for me. His cock bursts free before I finish unzipping, and this time, my mouth dries.
Somehow, I’ve forgotten how intimidating his size is.
Licking my lips, I grab the rose, spread my knees, and glide the soft petals through my slit again, once more soaking them with my arousal.