Chapter 20

One tugof that chain closes the distance between us. Her lips land on mine and I take every bit of her that I can.

Salt and vodka take over my tastebuds, a volcano rumbling in my gut as the softness of her full pout makes something inside me erupt.

A soft moan escapes her as I pull that chain tighter, defiance on her tongue when they slide over mine. This isn’t desire, this is hunger.

And I want more.

One hand tugging that chain, my other hand goes to that ass. Full. With a hard slap, I pull her on top of me. And in one quick swoop, she straddles me, her warm centre against mine as that dress hikes up to the soft expanse of her thighs.

A smirk settles on my lips, her sniffles replaced by soft gasps. “Is this why I’m a problem, McKinsley?” She moves her head to my ear, her tongue running along my lobe as my cock grows underneath her. “I make you hard as fuck?”

“No.” My hand goes to her neck, pushing her back in her seat. “You make me want to ruin you.” Grabbing the seatbelt, I wrap it around her wrists, making it as tight as I can until I have her trapped. Until she’s all mine.

“You can’t ruin me more than you already have.” A maniacal laughter leaves her, reminding me she enjoys leaning into darkness as much as I do. She tugs at my makeshift restraints as I tug each strap further down her shoulders, her skin smooth under my fingers.

She gasps when I tug her dress further, those round peaks rolling out, waiting to be devoured. My hand runs over her hardened nipples, her chest heaving as her back arches against the leather. The way she responds to my touch is addicting. Dangerous.

Grabbing her face, my thumb on one side of her cheek, my fingers on the other, I stare into those bloodstones. The ones that seem to suck the life out of everything leaving nothing behind. “Watch me.”

Ember

I never thoughtI’d see Malcolm McKinsley on his knees.

But here he is. In front of me. In his freaking helicopter.

“Listen closely. Noise travels across this big property.” My heart pounds as he stares up at me with those iron eyes. “So you’ll be quiet. If not, I’ll stop.”

Another gasp escapes me when his tongue lands on that spot that drives me wild. “Mac…” I sigh, the shots of vodka catching up. That’s why I lean into this. That’s why when he finds my pulsing nub like a laser-guided arrow, I let my head fall back and let him devour me like the monster he is.

I melt into the soft leather with the way he swirls his tongue, the heat of my body making me stick to it. A soft moan escapes me and that’s enough for him to look up, stopping that wave of pleasure.

“Just what the fuck did I say?” His face wet with my juices doesn’t make it any easier to stay calm. Curling my lips in, I try to prove that I can be quiet so he can give me that feeling I crave. “Good girl,” he groans, then he slides his thick, long finger between my slit. It fills me better than that brush as I take it with ease. With one last devilish smirk, his head lands between my legs again, his tongue relentless like a thirsty dog.

Swirls of fire run through my body, my wrists bound above my head giving me nothing to hold onto. Nothing to brace myself. “Mac,” I sigh and he stops. My body rocks towards him, begging for him when my words won’t. He chuckles, watching me writhe. “This isn’t fair,” I murmur.

“You know the rules,” he says, each kiss on my thigh making me want him more as his nails scratch against me. Fucking tease. “This time you”ll listen to me.”

Just as my body calms from his touch, his mouth finds my centre again. My head falls back against the seat as I take it all in. The taste of blood falls on my tongue, telling me I’m biting my lip so hard it’s clear I don’t want him to stop. And I’m willing to bleed for him not to.

“That’s my girl,” he releases me from his mouth, moving back. My girl. “Let me reward you.” He unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his brawny shoulders. He kneels in front of me with those ridiculous abs, his body a piece of art like those sculptures on his lawn.

“Why don’t we find out how good you can be for me?” Unzipping his pants, he releases himself in all his thick, throbbing glory. A drizzle of glaze drips from his swollen mushroom tip right as I feel a dribble of drool on my lips. I crave him. And by the looks of it, he craves me too. “I can’t fight this anymore, Ember. I’m about to fuck you so hard you can’t help but scream. And if you do, I promise I will stop and never turn back. If you have a problem with that, you have three seconds to say a word. Three.”

Stop him.

My heart pounds against my chest as I stare at him stroking himself. It”s mesmerizing, his thick, velvety shaft in his strong hand.

“Two”

Stop him.

With the way he fills my throat, my thighs clench thinking about how he’ll fill me too.

“One.” Moving closer, he puts his thumb against my lips as he positions himself over me. “I knew you’re as fucked up as I am. You want this too, don’t you, Butterfly?” He sinks himself inside me as his thumb finds my tongue and…Oh.

Oh my fucking god.

My eyes widen as he fills me, his throbbing length fitting inside me like nothing I’ve felt before.

“Fuck, Ember,” he groans, my legs wrapping around him. I want him closer. I need him closer. His hand slams against the seat next to my head as I stare into those iron eyes. “Fuck you take me so good. I knew you would.” He doesn’t take the time to be gentle. He lets that monster out, right on me. When he pulls out, he sinks himself right back in, a wave of heat flowing through me like we’re flying into the sun. This helicopter feels weightless like we’re soaring above our past, connecting with our bodies and I don’t want this to end. Ever.

My teeth sink into the skin of his shoulder as he pushes deeper inside me. He keeps his pace, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to that edge he’s brought me to before. It’s like he knows it, his words pushing me there. “That’s it,” he groans, my walls tightening around his shaft. “Come for me, Butterfly.” He lifts my leg, getting as deep as he can and with the way he works those hips… I’m a fucking goner.

“Mac!” I moan, releasing his skin as I release on him. “Oh my fucking god.”

Tightening around him, he throbs harder as everything fades. The pain. The stress. Our past. My body buzzes like I’m made of fireflies. And when his hand comes to my throat, it lets that wave last. The contrast of his rough touch blends with the storm raging through me. And as I lose a bit of air, my body feels like a feather as I ride that wave of bliss. The air around us is heavy and humid. We’re in the middle of a heatwave. One we caused.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Mac growls. He keeps himself inside me, his hand moving from my neck to my cheek. He taps my face with three fingers, giving me a couple of light smacks as the tremors in my body still.

When he pulls out, nirvana goes with him.

All the tightness in my body dissipates as he unravels my wrists. His touch is softer, a tingle coming when he releases me. My body is jelly when the world crashes back, so much that my body slides off the seat. Mac catches me, bringing me on his lap.

“You did so good, Butterfly.” Pushing my curls away from my face, he stares back at me with that intense gaze. “I knew you weren’t a virgin.” The air stills, his last words reminding me who he is. The enemy.

I just fucked the enemy.

In his freaking helicopter.

A wave of heaviness washes over me, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Don’t say it.” His words pop my eyes open again.

“Say what?” My voice comes out tired and soft, like this helicopter is now some intimate space just for us.

“Don’t say we shouldn’t have done that.” His hand reaches for the butterfly on my neck. He pulls it, softer than usual. “You wanted to. We wanted to.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Curling into him, I”m a contrast to my words, my body as heavy as my heart. “You’ll always fuck me over.”

“I don’t fuck over my teammates.”

Teammate.

“Is that what we really are? You don’t treat me like one. Just caused we fucked, doesn’t mean?—”

“Stop talking, Ember.”

A smile tickles my lips, my eyes closing again. “We ruined each other’s lives then hid a homicide. Is this our story?”

“Manslaughter.” His words rumble against my head. “And you forgot the part where we get away with it.”

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