Playing with Fire: A Standalone Dark Romance

Chapter Thirty-three

Her body is a work of art, so finely constructed, not a single part has been missed. She’s devastatingly stunning, from her big doe eyes to the soft curves and long legs. She is perfection in human form, a feast for my eyes and a delicacy on my tongue.

My hands smooth the sudsy water over her soft skin, across her breasts as her head leans back against my shoulder, the water running over her, steam filling the bathroom.

She whimpers when I move my hand between her legs, “What a needy little thing you are,” I muse proudly, “My wife is as desperate for it as I am.”

She mumbles something inaudible as my fingers part her, moving through the slick heat of her. She’s still swollen, likely sore but she takes it as I slip my fingers into her.

I hold her to me as I start to thrust my fingers, one, then two, working her up with the heel of my hand to her clit.

She reaches around and grasps my hard cock that was resting against the curve of her ass and squeezes, stuttering my breath.

“Fuck,” I hiss as her hand begins to pump at the same tempo of my fingers pushing inside of her. Fucking her is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.

I slam my hand down on the button to shut off the shower and then have her out of it in the next minute. A fire is burning inside the room, keeping it warm so I don’t bother with the towels as I capture her mouth with mine and walk her backwards into the room, kissing her like she is the very air that fills my lungs.

She kisses me back with as much fervor, nails scraping over my biceps where she holds me. When I feel the bed hit her legs, I stop, grabbing her to spin her before forcing her down onto the mattress on her knees. She lets out a yelp, but I manipulate her body into the position I want, face down, ass up, spine arched as I force her knees to spread, opening her right up.

With her pussy and ass in the air, I grasp her cheeks, spreading her before I bury my face between her legs, and I fucking eat like a damn man starved. She lets out a startled cry as I suck her clit into my mouth, flicking my tongue against her enough that she starts to push back on me.

“Malakai!” She moans my name and my fucking cock jerks at it.

“That’s my name on your lips, kitten,” I come away from her pussy, sinking a finger into her, “Mine.”

“Please,” She whimpers.

“Beg for it,” I demand, “Say my name and beg for it.”

She doesn’t say another word.

I chuckle and give her a long lick, punching my tongue into her before I draw away again.

“Say. My. Name.” I order, squeezing her ass. There are still light red marks on her cheeks from my slap, the outline of my hand making me want to give her a permanent mark. A branding. Showing everyone, she is mine. My wife. My kitten. My little fucking brat.

But I don’t slap her ass this time.

I slap her dripping cunt.

I grin at the scream, the smile stretching when she begins to move away from me only for me to drag her back.

“Say it.”

“Fuck you!”

I pinch her clit between my fingers, and she moans loudly, arching her spine further, showing me her ass.

“Give me what I want,” I roll the tip of my thumb against her, teasing her, “And I’ll give you my cock, baby. I’ll fill up this needy little cunt just like you want.”

I move my fingers, keeping the touch so light it’ll only keep her at the edge but never push her over, no matter how hard she tries to push back and add more pressure. She’s fucking dripping for me, her pussy glistening, slick and hot and my own cock is leaking, ready to be back inside of her.

But not until she gives me what I want.

“Come on, darling,” I coax.

“Please,” She begs.

“Please what?”

“Please Malakai!” She cries, a bite to her tone, “Just fuck me.”

I chuckle and grip her hip, pushing her onto her side before I grasp her leg and yank it up, situating myself between them so I’m straddling one leg while the other is on my shoulder. Gripping the base of my cock, I slide it over her pussy, coating myself with her before I nudge the head of me into her body.

Her eyes roll back, fluttering closed.

“You look at me when I fuck you, Olivia,” I tell her.

Her eyes open and then narrow in on me, glaring but then I thrust, stretch and fill her and they widen, her mouth parting in a silent scream.

“No one else will ever see you like this,” I rasp, looking down to where I’m buried in her body, “You are mine. Mine to fuck. To please.”

She doesn’t answer me, not like I expect her to, but she does keep her eyes on me, watching as I fuck her. Watching as I own her.

Now that I’ve had her, felt her, I don’t know how I’ll go without it. She’s so perfect for me, pushes when I pull, opens for me, but never backs down.

Her vitriol turns me on. Her attitude even more so.

I thrust into her before I move us again, helping to lower her leg and move her onto her back, my body fitting into the cradle of her thighs as I lower, softening toward her as my mouth latches onto hers. She slides her fingers into my hair as I continue to move, rolling my hips so I can catch her clit with every grind. She shudders beneath me, her legs coming around to tighten over my hips.

“Come for me, Olivia,” I whisper against her lips.

Her eyes search mine, her face a mask of pleasure and confusion and I cradle her cheek in my hand, something stuttering inside my chest.

“Come for me, my beautiful girl,” I kiss her gently, rolling my hips to give her everything she needs, “That’s it,” I praise when her lips part and her pussy begins to convulse on my cock.

“You’re so beautiful, Olivia.” I tell her, “So perfect.”

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she stifles her cry, and her lids fall closed. I don’t demand for her to look at me this time, I just watch her, watch as her brows knot and her eyes squeeze, her perfect pussy fluttering and gripping my cock with her orgasm. I keep thrusting through it, until pleasure zips down my spine and I groan, dropping my head into the crook of her neck. I suck her skin into my mouth, biting down as I come in her, filling her up once more, marking her both inside and out.

Her nails scratch at my scalp, her breaths coming out hard and fast and when I’m spent, I take a moment, my cock jerking inside of her as I hold my weight off her.

Then I slip from her, pushing up to stare down at her face. She looks up at me lazily, lids hooded over dark eyes, fatigue relaxing her features. My thumb runs over her bottom lip before I push up, walking to the bathroom.

When I return, warm wash cloth in hand, she’s in the same position, sleepy eyes watching me.

I gently part her legs again, swiping up the insides of her thighs, removing the evidence of me from her skin before I then wipe over her pussy, cleaning her up.

“Thank you,” She breathes.

“Get into bed,” I order her softly.

She shuffles and wiggles, moving over the mattress until her head hits her pillow and she sighs into the comfort.

I head to the bathroom again, tossing the cloth into the sink as I wash myself up and then I’m back at the bed, pulling back the sheets, making her move since she’s spread out on top of them. Her hair is still wet, but she doesn’t seem to care.

When we’re both beneath the sheets, I reach for her, hesitating since this is new but when she doesn’t flinch or move away from me, I bring her closer. Her arms are wedged between our bodies, fingers pressed just beneath my clavicles and her face is buried in my neck where she inhales deeply, seeming to settle even further.

I smooth down her hair, trying to detangle the knots for her though my fingers can only do so much. I should brush it for her, I think, but I won’t move her now. Another time. I’ll do it for her another time.

“I still hate you,” She whispers, pressing her lips to my Adams apple.

My mouth kicks up into a smile, “I’m sure you do.”

“You can buy my dress,” she says, snuggling in further.

“You’re going to let me buy you a dress?” I say incredulously, “If only I knew fucking you into oblivion would make you more agreeable, I would have done it a long time ago.”

She huffs, “I want my money back.”

“I’ll have it transferred tomorrow,” I promise her. “But I’m still buying the dress.”

“You can still buy the dress,” She agrees.

“Will you show it to me?”

“Not until the event,” She admits, “It’s a power move.”

I chuckle, “That good, huh?”

“That good,” She nods softly, “Good night, Malakai.”

I sigh, twisting a wet strand of hair around my finger, my other hand flexing where it rests on her hip. She feels too damn good in my arms, like this is exactly where she belongs.

My wife.

Bringing my hand away from her, I twist the wedding band on my finger as I kiss her head and inhale the sweet scent of her. “Good night, kitten.”