19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Lilli
“Wolf?”
Squinting, I turn over in bed and glance around. I’m alone and sitting up with a groan, I assess my aches and pains. Now that I’m not dead on my feet, they come rushing in and I bite back a moan.
My feet ache, the fading bruises still pulse beneath my skin but more importantly, I consider what brought me here. Darcy…
“Hey, sexy.”
The voice brings me around and reaching for the only thing I can find which happens to be a white T-shirt at the end of the bed, I slip it on before tiptoeing to the door.
“Toni? What are you doing here?” Wolf’s deep voice rumbles.
“I thought since you’re here…” the woman says, and I frown at her husky tone.
“Now is not a good time,” he grunts.
Now? But later maybe? My pulse skyrockets and pain shoots up my clenched jaw as I wrench open the door.
Wolf, who’s standing by the front door in nothing but jeans, unbuttoned no less, swings my way. His little tart follows, and I raise a brow.
“Lil—“ he manages to say before I slam the door and lean against it.
What am I doing here? Shoot.
With rage dancing along my skin, I search for the clothes I came in but they’re not here, nor is my backpack.
Fine. After slipping on my shoes, I grab my necklace. I’ll find somewhere else to sell the dang thing.
“What are you doing?” Wolf barks and I turn to him, raising my chin.
“Leaving.”
“What?” He steps into the room and shuts the door.
Grimacing, I stalk toward him and grit through my teeth, “You need your space. I’m going.”
“I don't think you understand,” he rumbles, and I feel my right eye twitch.
“No? I think it’s pretty clear.”
“Baby girl,” he says in a warning tone.
I avert my gaze, sneering, “Get out of my way.”
“No.”
“No?” I screech.
“Nope,” he drawls, and I meet his gaze.
He raises a brow, and I slam my fist into his chest, which doesn’t move him at all but stings like crazy. Annoyed with his hard rock pecs and the smirk on his stupid, handsome face, I say, “I’m not staying here.”
“I thought you understood, but maybe I need to spell it out for you?”
“What?” I growl, poking him again. He catches my hand and presses the palm against his warm skin. Of course, my traitorous fingers tingle.
“I told you,” he says, tracing a finger down my cheek, “what would happen if you came back.”
“Huh?” I mumble. Confused, I meet his glittering gaze, and he grabs my chin, saying, “You're mine now.”
“I’m sorry. What?” Although the possessive tone makes me warm. I’m not a thing. He can’t own me.
“You tempt the patience of a saint. And I ain’t no saint.”
“I have no idea what you're saying,” I mutter sourly.
His mouth curls at the corner and my heart skips a beat. It should be illegal to be so tempting. Gah.
“You’re fucking mine. Period,” he rasps.
“You’re delusional,” I hiss. “I’ll not be one of your…your harem.”
When I poke him in the chest again, just getting warmed up, he laughs. Seriously? Stomping my foot, I simultaneously smack his arm as he grabs me up and says, “Baby girl, I suspect with you, I don’t need a harem.”
With that, he slams his mouth against mine. I know I’m supposed to be angry, but as soon as I feel his warm lips, everything but need flies out the window.
His kiss isn’t tender or sweet, no it's harsh and stern, his tongue lashing against mine, exploring my mouth ravenously before sucking my tongue.
Each aggressive thrust sends tingles straight to my core and I moan against his mouth. When he picks me up, I don’t know what to do until he grabs my butt, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
My pulse jumps when his hands grab the globes of my bare butt. He moans against my mouth, squeezing and kneading the flesh while I clumsily thrust against the ridge of his jeans.
Is this wrong? Oh god, the friction is so delicious that I groan and grab his hair, slanting my mouth feverishly against his.
When we come up for air, both of us panting heavily, his dark, almost wild eyes meet mine and I move against him.
His nostrils flare and his lips, rosy from our shared kisses, curve into a sexy smile. My heart pulses wildly as he pulls my hair back, sliding his other hand between my legs.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So wet.”
The warm caress makes me pause but I’m a slave to the need coursing through me, too far gone to truly hear what he’s saying because those sinful fingers glide between my folds, pressing against the sensitive skin.
When he stops, I suck in a breath. I don’t want him to stop, and I buck against him. Please don’t stop.
I feel his breath against my skin, heating me through as, thank goodness, he taps against the aching bundle of nerves.
“Oh,” I moan when his fingers pump inside. The sweet stretch burns but it quickly turns to pleasure when he curls them up and presses his palm against my core.
The ache builds and builds while he thrusts those wicked fingers inside me. I’m clutching onto his shoulders for dear life while I arch into him.
“That’s right,” he rasps. “Ride me. Ride my fingers with that sweet pussy.”
Maybe it’s the deep, raspy tone, or the way he tilts his hand, I don’t know but it’s so intense, I arch into his fingers, crying out his name. He slams his mouth to mine, sucking in my scream, his fingers still pumping into me and bringing me back to the brink before I’m ready.
All at once, he pulls away and I moan, “What?”
His wicked smirk sends another pulse of need through me as he drops me on the bed and lays down beside me.
His wicked fingers move back between my thighs, and I arch in the air. I’ve never felt anything so intense, and I try to back away, but I’ve nowhere to go.
He shoves two fingers inside of me and groans, pumping them back in while his glittery eyes watch the show down below. I thrust into his hand, powerless to stop the next orgasm from growing. When he sucks my nipple between his lips, I bow off the bed.
It’s so fast that all I can do is hang on for the ride, shuddering helplessly as I fall over the edge again.
“So fucking responsive,” he groans before licking his fingers.
“Wolf,” I pant, and he drops a kiss to my breast before pulling my nipple between his teeth and biting down gently.
I gasp, a slow build climbing inside me again. I want more but I’m not sure at this point that my body can handle where he’s trying to take it. Still, he pays me no mind as he lifts me easily in his arms and sets me in the center of the bed before unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down his legs.
He pulls on his long, throbbing, and disturbingly wide penis. My core pulses but on the wings of that I feel a twinge of fear. That’s not going to fit. How does it fight inside anyone? Holy shit.
While he pulls and tugs, it grows and pulses under his hand. My core squeezes, empty and aching, and I whimper, “Please.”
His eyes fly to mine, and he rasps, “You want this dick, baby girl?”
“Y-Yes,” I moan, shoving the little voice telling me to stop at once into the corner of my mind.
Groaning, he climbs between my legs before pressing them apart and pumping into me.
As soon as he breaches my entrance, I feel something tear. The pain is indescribable, and my mouth opens on a silent gasp, tears springing to my eyes. I say nothing because I want this more than anything but damn, is it supposed to hurt like this?
My acting skills must be lacking because he immediately freezes and rears back to stare into my face. His wide eyes search mine before I look away.
Is he disappointed? This may be my first time but it’s not his and I want to be his everything because right now that’s how he feels to me.
“Lilli,” he says, grabbing my chin. “Look at me.”
Slowly, I meet his stare, tracing his features, from his pretty mouth curved in concern to his hair, sweaty from our workout and clinging to his forehead.
His warm hand spasms around my hip and he rasps, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Do I hear regret?
“Because I didn’t want you to stop,” I whisper.
“Lilli, I…this should have been different. Did I hurt you?” he asks.
The sharp pain has reduced to a dull throb. I shake my head because I want this more than anything and then he shifts inside of me.
“Oh,” I gasp because he hits a spot I never knew existed, making the ever-present tingles surge through me again. I couldn’t hold back the moan if I wanted to. Dear lord, that was amazing.
His breath catches when I squeeze him tightly and he moans, dropping his forehead to mine.
“You like that?” he whispers, and I nod, a small piece of my heart clenching at his softly spoken words.
“Hold on, baby girl, while I give you what you need.”
Slowly he pulls out and pumps back in while I close my eyes and experience the weird but awesome sensations. When he hits that special spot again, I moan as he says, “Open your eyes.”
When I meet his glittering gaze, he groans and lifts my legs until he’s grabbing my butt between his warm hands. With a beautiful grimace, he slides his length along my walls, and I cry out, clutching the bed covers.
“There, hm?” he rasps, and I nod past proper speech. With a chuckle, he changes the angle just slightly and I go over, my eyes rolling.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I can't stop, you feel…”
With his hands gripping my butt, he pumps into me.
His mouth pulls back in a beautiful snarl as he thrusts. Despite how sore I am, tingles surge once more. The bed bounces under his vehemence and I grab his arms, needing the anchor before I float away.
“Wolf,” I moan, and his hands tighten as he chases his pleasure.
“You’re so tight, baby girl,” he groans before he pulls out, and something warm and wet paints my mound.
Collapsing to the bed, boneless, I hear him say as I pass into a deep sleep, “Fucking perfect.”
Once again, I wake to a cold bed and roll over. I had sex. I had amazing sex with Wolf.
It was everything I thought it would be and more, but as I lay here, the doubts start to creep in. Am I going straight to hell? What if he said what he did to sleep with me?
Or what if he wasn’t satisfied? After all, I’m a tame girl with no game. Maybe he’s found that I’m not worth the trouble after all.
Or not worth being exclusive anyway? Gah.
Throwing my hand over my face I groan. What have I done? Everything I wanted. Why am I complaining?
“You planning on staying there all day?” Wolf asks.
With a squeak, I drop my arm and pull the covers to my chin. Wolf quirks a brow, his mouth curling and the sight does strange things to my insides.
Despite all my misgivings, I want more. One episode and I’m already a whore. I guess it really is a slippery slope. Of course, Mama’s cold stare passes over my vision, and I shiver before setting aside the burn of shame thoughts like this bring.
“Baby girl, I’ve seen every single inch of that gorgeous skin. No sense in hiding it from me now,” he says, and I blush to the roots of my hair.
Maybe I am fighting off the guilt coating my skin but simultaneously, heat floods my limbs, and I squirm, tingling in all the right places.
Wolf groans and rubs his eyes before stalking forward and grabbing the same shirt I wore earlier. “Here, wear this. Food is ready.”
The fabric reminds me of Toni, who thought since he was here …and I smile sourly before grabbing it from his hand. “Is your company gone?”
“Company?” Again, with the lip curl. Huffing, I pull the shirt over my head before stepping from the bed.
Wolf eyes me curiously before saying, “Careful. Sassy gets you spanked, hm.”
“Wh-What?” I gasp.
Chuckling he grabs my chin and pecks me on the mouth. “Fuck but I’m gonna enjoy you.”
He taps my chin closed where I’m gaping like a fish before waving toward the door. “Hungry?”
My stomach decides to growl and with a silent sigh, I head toward the kitchen. I have no idea how to process what’s happening and I’m both pleased and confused.
It’s like Wolf flipped a switch and now that he’s decided whatever he’s decided, he’s a whole different person. Bewildering, that.
Wolf nods at the couch and delicately I sit down, wincing at the ache between my thighs before accepting a bowl of thick chili.
With his own bowl of food, he plops down beside me and turns on the television. Strangely, he settles on golf and proceeds to eat while I stare at him once more.
After a moment, I take a tentative bite before my hunger rushes in, and I inhale the rich meal. Once I’m done, I look around for a napkin before wiping my mouth with my hand. Grimacing, I ask, “Did you make this?”
“Huh?” he grunts. “Nope.”
Narrowing my eyes, I look at the empty bowl and hiss, “Did she?”
Wolf looks at me, his brows furrowed before saying, “It’s not a big deal.”
“Not a big deal? Have you slept with her?”
He frowns before shrugging. “Are you asking if I fucked her?”
“Yes,” I grit through my teeth.
“Then say it,” he says. I eye his smirk and silently seethe. Oh, he thinks he’s got me over a barrel.
“Did you f-fuck her?”
His eyes widen before turning to fire and I gasp when he sets his bowl down and grabs me up, placing me on his lap.
“Say it again,” he rasps.
“This isn’t funny,” I gasp when bucks into me, his erection brushing against my core.
“Say it.”
“Did you f-fuck her?”
“Yes, and now I’m going to fuck you,” he growls.
“What? No!” I say, struggling against him.
He tosses me to the couch and shoves between my legs. I’m achingly bare beneath the shirt and his dirty smirk tells me he’s quite aware.
“No?” He brushes the thick ridge of his erection between my thighs, and I whimper before turning my head away.
“No,” I say, and he rears back with a furrowed brow.
It's silent for a moment and although I’d give anything to know what he’s thinking, I suspect I wouldn’t like it.
Finally, he pulls away and stands. Hastily, I cover myself ignoring the pang of regret as he moves around the couch. Did I just punish him or me?
“I’ll be back later,” he says gruffly, grabbing his keys and his vest.
Incredulously, I eye him before bouncing from the couch. “What? Where are you going?”
He tips his head to the ceiling before sighing and I falter. Am I in the wrong?
No! He is. Dang it.
“Look, baby girl. Here’s how this goes. You don’t ask questions that I can’t answer. Stay put. I’ll be back later.”
“Where you’re going is a question you can’t answer?” I think my eye is twitching again.
“Nope.” With that, he grabs the knob, and I round the couch.
“Wait!”
“What?” he growls, and I shrink before him.
Once again, he sighs before running his hand through his hair. “Fuck. Just watch T.V. or something.”
With that, he’s gone, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s punishing me. Why else would he leave me here alone?