Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Bliss didn’t care about tomorrow.
Connor could worry about it all he wanted.
It wouldn’t matter. Bliss’s tomorrow was already set.
She didn’t care about that right now, either.
The Society and the Russians… they didn’t matter.
Or anything else, for that matter. Nothing mattered except the feelings flooding her senses from everything Connor was doing to her.
Today, she wasn’t headed to Russia. She wasn’t trapped in a compound. Her only responsibility right now was being Connor’s Little girl. Everything else had ceased to matter the second his lips touched hers. She wanted this. She wanted him. She wanted to know what it was like to be wanted in return.
Not used. Not traded. Not managed.
Wanted.
His kiss was powerful. Masterful. Incredible. He claimed her mouth and coaxed responses from her she hadn’t known she could give. She couldn’t hold back a moan when he pressed against her hips. She hadn’t known it could be like this.
No one had ever kissed her as if she mattered. Like she was something precious instead of something owned.
Without losing her lips, he eased her back onto him.
His control over her body sent wave after wave of heat through her, bringing her alive for the first time.
Her heart pounded as the solid strength of him reminded her exactly how real this was.
She wasn’t imagining the way he held her steady, the way he anchored her.
Of their own accord, her hips rocked against his.
“Do you feel what you do to me, dirty girl? If my cock busts through my zipper, you’ll owe me another pair of jeans because it’ll be all your fault.” His voice was husky and dark, and the desire in his eyes sent quivers through her.
Dirty girl.
The words should have shamed her. Instead, they empowered her, sending her desire for him spiraling higher.
Before she could answer, he reached for the buttons of the ridiculous white dress the Russians had forced her to wear. She reached for them, too, to help him, but he grabbed her hands and forced them to her thighs. “These stay here until I tell you to move them.”
The primal command slid down her spine like velvet and steel. Liquid heat unfurled low in her belly. For once, someone else was steering. For once, she didn’t have to decide anything.
With an instinct she’d only read about in books, she squeezed her thighs against his hips again, this time in a vain attempt at finding some relief. The ache throbbed low in her core. She dug her nails into her thighs, desperate to touch him, to prove to herself he was real.
After unbuttoning each button, he eased the shirt past her shoulders. “Hands up high, babygirl,” he growled.
She complied instantly. The anticipation of what he would do next was almost more than she could stand. Almost. Once he removed her shirt, she lowered her hands, wanting to touch him again. But then she squealed as he flipped her onto her back and the world tilted.
“We won’t be needing these anytime soon.” With a sharp tug, he had her panties off and sailing across the room.
Bliss gasped as cool air brushed her skin. Heat flooded her face at the way he looked at her. She’d never been so exposed in her life.
Still, to have his eyes on her… there? Heat throbbed in her core at the way he studied. Not like she was prey… like she was treasure.
He stood, never taking his eyes off her. “I’ll bet no one has ever tasted this pussy, have they, little girl?”
Nope, she’d only thought she was embarrassed before. Yet beneath the embarrassment was something brighter. Something fierce because he wasn’t mocking her, her was practically worshipping her with his eyes.
She shook her head and croaked out a soft, “No, Daddy.”
The smile her words brought to his lips was wicked as the heat flamed higher in his eyes. “Feel free to come as often as you can, babygirl. Daddy’s going to feast.”
Oh god! The man could say the most depraved things! And yet, somehow, he made them sound like promises. He sank to his knees beside the bed.
The first brush of his mouth against her sent sensation racing through her so sharp and bright she cried out. Her hands tangled in his hair. “No. Stop!” She did her best to pull him away and escape from everything she was feeling. “It’s too much! Please. Please!”
He pulled away from her long enough to answer her request. The wicked grin on his face sent tremors straight through her. “Oh, babygirl,” he said in a voice as smooth as whiskey, “I’m just getting started.”
When the pleasure built and built until she shattered, it felt like something inside her cracked open that had been locked tight for years. She cried out, not just from sensation, but from release.
When she finally stilled, breathless and trembling, he watched her like she was a miracle.
“I need you nice and ready before I take you, sweet girl. You taste like spice and sugar, and I want more.”
“I can’t,” she all but wailed. “It’s too much. I’ll never survive it.”
With a wicked grin, he said, “Let’s find out.”
He wanted to talk? Now? With words? What were words? She wasn’t sure, but she thought she got out a “gah” before he found the spot he was searching for. He put pressure on the spot as he slid his finger in and out. Within seconds, she was drowning in ecstasy again.
He slid in another finger and kept up the rhythm, scissoring his fingers inside her. She grabbed the covers of the bed and begged. For what, she wasn’t sure, but she begged.
With a quick movement, he pressed his thumb on her clit and she exploded again. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and stars filled her vision. God! She lay in a panting, exhausted heap on the bed.
Slowly he stood, a satisfied smile on his face. He made quick work of removing his clothes. He reached for his wallet. “I have a condom.”
“Don’t need one,” she warbled. What the heck had happened to her voice?
He scowled down at her. “Unprotected sex is not something I’m interested in.”
She rushed to explain. “I have an implant. They give them to all the women on the compound unless they are trying to get pregnant. I got mine just before I came to Darling.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else in half a year. We get tested regularly at Sabre. I’m clean. Are you sure you’re okay with me going ungloved?”
Oh, she was sure. She’d read that it felt much better for the guy usually, and there was no need on her end. “I trust you.”
He glanced down at the carpet and sighed. “I feel like I should lecture you about that decision, but I want to feel the inside of that tight pussy with nothing between us. And since we are going to be together for as long as it’s good, I’m going to save that talk for later.”
Stepping to the bed, he scooped her up and set her in the middle of the bed. Man, he was seriously strong. She tried to stay fit, but she was neither tall nor what anyone would describe as a lightweight.
When he moved over her again, when he whispered instructions and reminded her to breathe, she realized something powerful.
“I’m going to take this slow. If it becomes too much, you say the word, and we’re done.”
Yeah… no. She wasn’t going to say anything. After everything he’d just given her, he deserved to have the same. And she didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. Maybe then everyone would leave her alone. And maybe she didn’t want her first time to be with some stranger she’d been forced to marry.
She wanted it to be with Connor.
He placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. She tried to rock her hips up to meet him. A stinging swat landed on her left flank.
“Ow!” She glared at him, even though the pain was already melting into heat.
He stared down at her, his expression a cross between bored and amused. But his lips… Now they told a different story. They screamed alpha male. She shivered at the thought.
“Who is in charge right now, little girl?”
“You are, Daddy, but I was trying to help.”
“All I need is for you to relax and tell me if we need to slow down or stop.”
Bliss huffed softly, but her eyes sparkled. “Yes, Daddy. But I don’t want to stop.”
“Me either, babygirl. But I don’t want to hurt you even more.”
Her heart quivered at his words, so sweet she wanted to throw him on his back and kiss him. But she'd better wait until later for that.
And for the first time in her life, Bliss felt like tomorrow might not be a prison sentence. Because what they were doing wasn’t just about the way their bodies fit together or a cheap thrill. He was choosing her. And even if it couldn’t last, she was choosing him, too.
“Oh!” Her breath left her in a gasp as Connor nudged in and out of her entrance using just the tip of his cock. It sent shockwaves of pleasure crashing through her. She couldn’t come again before he made it inside her, right? Whatever he was doing, it had her clit pulsing.
He smiled, with just a pinch of smugness. “You like that, huh?”
“Yeah,” she answered. She hadn’t meant to whisper, but her voice didn’t seem to be working.
“Ready for a bit more?”
“God, yes,” she cried out. Oh, there was her voice.
He slid in slowly, a bit at a time, continuing the slight rocking motion. Careful, like he was memorizing the feel of her. It felt incredible.
With a guttural groan, he paused again once he was halfway inside her. “God, Trouble. You’re so damn hot and tight. So slick around my cock.”
“You… you feel good, too.” Her voice was back to being all breathy. Understatement of the century, but it was all she could get out.
Connor’s skin glistened with the effort he was making to go slow. “Babygirl, you feel incredible.”
“Can I rock a little, too?” The anticipation was overwhelming.
If he didn’t say yes, she might pass out.
Something was building inside her. Something huge.
The need to move was almost more than she could bear.
She needed more and was perfectly willing to meet him halfway.
Did he think she was made of fragile glass?