Pay the Price: A Dark New Adult Romance

52. Jace

She was finally mine and I couldn’t get enough of her.

She’d tasted every bit as sweet as I’d imagined, her pussy wet and ready from minute fucking one.

Now she was in my arms, straddling me on the bike, her luscious ass in my hands and my dick sliding between her folds. I was dying to push into her, but I could tell she was enjoying the friction of my head on her clit, and I wanted to give her every bit of enjoyment she deserved.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes, then leaned in to kiss me. Her bikini top was still on, but I’d pushed it to the side, and now her bare tits were pressed against my chest while I mapped her mouth with my tongue.

She broke the kiss first, pausing to look at me. She held my face in her small hands, her thumbs stroking my cheeks as she looked into my eyes, and for a minute, I felt like I was falling. Not just falling into something, but falling through it: through all the shit that stood between us, all the shit I believed about myself and all the shit Daisy had believed about herself too.

Here we were our real selves, laid bare in more ways than one, and I leaned my head against hers and looked into the eyes that had haunted me every day for the five years I’d been in prison.

“I see you.” My voice was hoarse as I tried to talk around the emotion clogging my throat. “I fucking see you.”

She kissed me again, gentler this time, and I lifted her ass over the head of my cock. I was so fucking hard I thought I was going to burst, all the pent-up hunger I’d been carrying around for the girl in my arms ready to blow.

“I meant what I said,” I told her, looking into her eyes. I was going to hurt her, and while I was doing it, I wasn’t going to care. “I’m not Wolf. I’m not Otis.”

“I don’t need you to be anybody but Jace Kane.”

I drove up into her with a vicious thrust, grabbing her hips to force myself all the way inside her.

“Oh my god…” Her moan was part pleasure and part pain, but all I felt was bliss. I was finally buried in her sweet pussy, and it was hotter and tighter than I’d imagined, a satin glove custom made for my cock.

I shuddered with the pleasure of it. “Jesus, princess. Jesus.”

It was all I could manage as I dragged out of her, using her hips to lift her off my cock before pounding into her again. She was going to hurt tomorrow and I didn’t fucking care.

I was going to stake my fucking claim.

She was nestled against my stomach, her legs spread around the bike. The position opened her wide and I forced myself deeper, felt the piercings on my dick drag against the silky walls of her cunt.

“Jace,” she whimpered.

Hearing her say my name, her voice trembling, made me harder and more desperate. I spread her ass cheeks and sank even deeper, then heard her gasp as I slammed into her cervix.

I was losing control, felt it slipping away the way it did when I was in a good fight, except this was way better than a good fight. This was what Wolf would have called nirvana — paradise beyond this world — and I slammed into Daisy over and over, savoring the sound of her cries drifting out over the edge of the cliff.

I didn’t know if they were cries of pleasure or pain, but I knew she was close to coming, could feel it in the tightening of her pussy around my cock, the way I had to tunnel through her to bury myself balls-deep inside her.

She moved with me, grinding her sweet little clit against my stomach to get the friction she needed to come, and I wasn’t about to stop her, because I was ready to come too.

“Jace,” she gasped. “It… it…”

“I know,” I grunted. “It hurts so fucking good, doesn’t it? So fucking good.”

My fingers dug into the plush flesh of her hips, rocking her on my dick as we both raced toward orgasm.

“Fuck yeah. You’re ready to come aren’t you?”

“Yes!”

“Good, because I’m ready to spill everything inside you.”

A piece of paper wouldn’t have fit between our bodies as we rocked together, my feet working with the weight of the bike to keep us upright while Daisy bounced on my dick.

I was drowning in her wet heat, a buzzing at the back of my head as I restrained the orgasm at the tip of my cock, waiting for her to tip first.

“Give it to me, princess. Let me make that sweet pussy come.”

She cried out, her body shuddering in my hands. “Fuck! Yes… I’m coming.” She sounded surprised by the force of it. “I’m coming so hard, Jace.”

I fell into the release of my own orgasm, letting it all go. It was like taking the first deep breath after being deprived of oxygen, like falling through the sky with no ground in sight.

I heard something like a growl tear its way out of my body as I spilled into her, forcing my pierced dick through her tightening tunnel while the tremors wracking her body went on and on until she finally collapsed against me.

I came to with her draped across my upper body, her face in the crook of my neck, her breath hot against my throat. We were both sweat-slicked and panting, and I could tell my bare ass was stuck to the bike’s leather seat.

But I was holding Daisy Hammond, naked and satisfied, in my arms.

“You should have stayed away from me, princess.” My voice was hoarse, clogged with something that might have been emotion. I wouldn’t know. “You should have fucking stayed away.”

“I didn’t want to.” She turned her head to look up at me. “And stop telling me what to do.”

I laughed and held her tighter, felt her breath against my neck.

Tomorrow, I’d remember nothing had changed. I’d remember that she was still a princess, that I was still a piece of shit.

That we had always been doomed.

But tonight, right now, she was mine.