Chapter Twenty-nine #2
‘I feel some guilt, yes, but I wouldn’t feel inclined to help him through it.
That might sound cold, but it’s like with you and CeCe.
You cared for her a lot, but she did something that changed things for you.
Michael’s betrayal, the way he blew it off like it was nothing and expected me to just let it go .
. . I couldn’t see him the same way after that.
It felt like he was this completely different person to me.
So no, I wouldn’t want to be at his side during his recovery.
My place isn’t at his side.’ It was that simple.
Staring into her eyes, Ripper breezed his thumb down her throat. ‘All right.’
‘Now, can we move onto a lighter subject?’ Because she didn’t want thoughts of Michael zipping around his head.
‘I was actually gonna suggest we get the fuck out of here. You game?’
Her body lit up because she knew what was coming. ‘Totally game.’
Two steps. They got two steps into the manor before he was on her.
Ripper yanked her close and brought his mouth down hard on hers. The sexual click was instantaneous. It struck as abruptly and hotly as a bolt of lightning, sending lust roaring through him. A lust that fisted his cock, pumped through his blood and gnawed at his control.
He backed her into the wall, still gorging on her mouth, stroking his hands over her. The kiss was wild – tongues licking, breaths clashing, teeth clicking.
She grabbed onto his shoulders and moaned.
He swallowed the sound with a guttural growl, feeling very .
. . primitive. That two people had questioned his claim to her still grated on his every possessive instinct.
A need to reinstate that claim misted his vision; made his touch rougher, his kiss deeper, his nips harder.
The kiss went on and on, until his lips throbbed and his lungs burned for air.
Drawing back, he yanked down the side zipper of her dress, shoved its straps over her shoulders and let it puddle at her feet.
Her bra went next, and then he caught her nipple with his lips; sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he could take.
Fingers delved into his hair and tugged as her body arched into his. ‘Ripper.’ The wealth of need woven through his name made his cock throb.
He grazed the tight bud with his teeth and then rolled it around his mouth. ‘What do you want? Be specific.’
‘Why? You’re gonna do whatever you want anyway.’
His baby wasn’t wrong.
Ripper shoved his hand into her underwear and cupped her; felt how warm and damp she was. He spoke into her ear. ‘Look what you’ve done. Your panties are all wet.’
‘That’s on you. I’m just an innocent bystander.’
Withdrawing his hand, he got free of his tee. He shook his head when she went to touch him. ‘Palms on the wall. Keep them there.’ He put a finger to her lips when it looked like she’d argue. ‘Little playthings do as their told.’
Even as she cursed low, she did as he instructed.
‘Good girl.’ Ripper dropped to his knees, caught the waistband of her underwear and ragged them down. He nuzzled her pussy, hauling the earthy scent of her into his system. He felt like he could survive on that scent. Like it was his own brand of oxygen.
Ripper tossed one of her legs over his shoulder and then dragged his tongue between her folds, groaning his appreciation.
Her taste had its hooks in him. Those hooks had been there since he first went down on her, when her taste had wound its way through him and set up a constant hunger in his system.
Again and again, he licked at her slit, feeling her moans right in his dick. He could eat her out all fucking day. Her taste, her smell, her responses, the heat of her, the velvet softness of her sensitive flesh here – he only ever wanted more.
And he took more. Kept on taking it and taking it, ignoring her every demand for him to fuck her already.
The demands soon became threats, which soon became curses, which eventually became whimpers.
And still, he kept taking, though his body all but throbbed with need.
He eased his lips around her clit and suckled, sensing the leg she stood on tremor as her knee buckled.
‘Rip, in me.’
He swirled his tongue around the tight bundle of nerves. ‘You want me to stop?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then beg me.’ Snapping open his fly, he rasped his tongue over her clit. ‘Beg me to stop.’
‘Please.’ It was a growl.
Letting the leg over his shoulder slide down to the crook of his elbow, he rose to his feet and slammed his hips upward, shoving his cock deep; claiming her in a hard possessive thrust that made her body jolt in shock.
Her head fell back and hit the wall. ‘Fuck.’
Gritting his teeth as her pussy clamped down on him, he palmed her ass tight and lifted her. ‘I’m going to take this ass one day. Maybe even on a full moon.’
She curled her free leg tight around him, grabbing at his nape with one hand while sinking the fingers of her other hand in his hair. ‘If you knotted my ass, I’d pass out.’
‘I wouldn’t stop fucking you if you did.’ He took her brutally, swept away by a violent current of lust – the waves so turbulent there was no way to do anything but drown.
Hot and wet, her snug pussy clutched him so tight he felt claimed by it. The rhythmic sounds of flesh smacking slick flesh sliced through the air, loud and abrupt. Her hard nipples dug into his chest, rubbing against him with every rough jolt of her body.
His building release was like a fire in his gut. A fire that hissed. Spat. Crackled. Snapped. Threatened to take him over.
He kneaded her ass, digging in his fingertips. It fit just right in his hands. Everything about her felt ‘just right’. The thought caused a wave of possession to wash through him. He snarled. ‘So fucking mine.’
She whimpered, her pussy heating and quaking as it began to tighten around him.
‘Come with me, Em.’
She did, her eyes going blind, her pussy clasping him so tight.
He growled. ‘That’s my fucking girl.’ The fire in his gut turned into a roaring blaze as his release burst over him. He exploded, pumping hot streams of come inside her. He grinded, groaned, shuddered. Then the strength left them both.