I swear under my breath. “You don’t need to do everything that bastard tells you. That rubbish he said before—he’s just hurting. He just…”
My words die on my lips as she hops off the bed and walks toward me. I don’t know if she’s noticed, but her tank top has ridden up on the right side, and I can see the cut of her hip where the bottoms hang low. My entire body heats, and that animal part of me that knows what’s meant to come next is urging me to let go.
To throw her down and spread her wide and make her take everything I give her.
“I know what I signed up for,” she tells me.
She’s only a few inches from me now, and my fingers curl into a fist as I fight the need to grab her. “You don’t…you don’t know how much I’ve wanted this, and I’m not sure it’s a good idea right now, love.”
She smiles and shakes her head. “I’m pretty damn sure I do. I might have been a virgin and totally naïve about all the shit you people get up to, but you said yourself I’m one of you. And you damn well know that I’m not afraid to tell you guys no.”
I suppose that’s the truth. She’s never shied away from it, even when she was starving herself in the basement like the little shit she is. There’s something rumbling against the back of my throat, and I realize it’s a small growl as I take a single step and close the distance between us. I lament for only a second that I don’t have two hands to grab her with, but one will do. My fingers sink into her hair and wrench her head back, and before she can take a breath, our lips meet.
She groans and melts into me, her body a little tense, which triggers this inherent need to chase and to claim. It’s like there are pieces inside of me that aren’t human, and they’re threatening to take over.
“Tell me this is okay, darling girl. Tell me, because I’m so close to losing control.”
She bites at my lips and tugs her body backward as though she wants me to follow her, and I’m helpless against it. “I want you. I know what’s in this. I know what I signed up for, and I want you. I want all of you.”
I love you, I think to myself, terrified by that, but I know it’s real. I know the feeling because I’ve been drowning in it for years—since the first time Phoenix shoved me into the wall and devoured my lips. I knew it when Ari dropped to his knees for me—even knowing he would never love me back the same way.
And I knew it when Kane finally cracked months later and held me by the throat as he jerked me off and forced me to come all over myself.
I know it now, as we drop to the bed and I pin her with my hips, staring into her hungry eyes as she gives herself to me.
She doesn’t struggle as I release her hair to push down my pants, and she only sits up a bit as I draw my cock out and hold it on display. She’s touched it before, sucked it more times than I can count, but she’s only ever been allowed to fantasize about what it’ll feel like when I’m balls-deep inside her.
She touches it with a firm grip, her thumb tracing over the ladder of barbells, sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through me. The thick piercing through my slit stretches as she tugs on it, and I grunt, fighting the urge to bow over her and just rub off between her tits until I come on her face.
But I don’t need to do that tonight.
“Undress,” I tell her as I slide back and onto my feet again. It takes me a few fumbling seconds to get my shirt off and my joggers kicked to the side because I’m practically panting like some fucking jungle cat in a rut, and I can’t take my eyes off her as she slowly strips down.
She’s gained weight since she’s been here, like her body’s filling out just for us, and I want to dig my teeth into the fleshy part of her hip and feel the skin give.
Fuck. She thinks Ari is the psychopath, but she has no idea the ways I crave her.
Stalking closer, I reach down and grip her by the hair again, lifting her torso off the bed. I pull her face close to mine and drag my tongue over her lower lip, but when she parts for a kiss, I don’t give it to her.
Not tonight. I feel too fucking feral for that.
“Hands and knees, darling.”
She groans, but she obeys me as I loosen my grip and allow her to spin around. She lands with her back slightly arched, and I let go of her hair to slap her ass—one cheek, then the other. I’ve seen it painted red from her occasional hookups with Ari, but I want to leave marks on her.
“Show me that pretty pussy,” I tell her instead.
She drops to her forearms and spreads her legs. I can see her mound on display, and I grunt in pleasure, drawing two dry fingers over her asshole, then dipping them inside her sweet cunt. She’s bloody soaking, and I feel her quiver as I give a few pumps, reveling in the way she tries to tighten around me and pull me in.
Tonight, it’ll be more than my hand or my tongue.
Tonight, she takes everything.
“I’m not going to go easy on you,” I tell her, my voice strained. “I don’t think I can. If you need to tap out…”
“I won’t,” she interrupts.
I growl in frustration and shove my hips against her, the head of my cock pushing through her folds, grazing her clit before it sags down. I press my chest against her back and force her to take some of my weight. “I said, if you need to tap out,” I repeat slowly, “say red.”