Chapter 12 #2
She hesitates. “You’re hurt.”
“I don’t care. Kiss me. You’ll have to come here because my ribs feel like they’re on fucking fire.”
A laugh breaks through her tears, bright and unexpected and beautiful. She climbs carefully into bed beside me, fitting herself against my less injured side.
And then her mouth is on mine.
Her kiss is desperate, tender, and I taste the salt from her tears. There’s something sweeter underneath. Hope, maybe. Or just Adora, soft, warm, and finally mine.
I slide my damaged fingers into her hair, ignoring the pain because her lips, her warmth, the way she melts against me, is worth any amount of suffering.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur against her lips between kisses. “I’ve got you, doe.”
She makes a sound low in her throat and kisses me deeper. Her hand rests over my heart, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.
We break apart, and we’re both breathing hard. She stays close, forehead pressed to mine, her eyes closed like she’s savoring this moment.
“What happened between us in my car was fucking hot,” I whisper.
Adora’s eyes light up, and a smile touches her lips. “It wasn’t too juvenile for you? You’re a man, not a teenager.”
“Adora, baby.” My lips whisper over hers. “Anything you give me is perfection. Your touch is everything to me. You’re mine. Only mine.”
Her fingers trail down my bandaged chest and caress my stomach. She touches the hard line of muscle by my hip, and then the waistband of my underwear. I watch her, barely daring to breathe.
With eyes sparking with curiosity, her hand dips below the blanket to trace the outline of my cock.
Her eyes widen, and she looks up in surprise.
I can’t help my grin. “What? I’m in bed with my woman. Of course I’m hard.”
Fighting her own smile, she pushes the blankets down so we can both see the unmistakable outline of my shaft against my tight boxer briefs.
“You’re also injured. Tortured within an inch of your life,” she points out.
“Even if I were dead, I’d still get a hard-on for you.”
She strokes me through the fabric, her touch tentative but curious, and I can’t help the groan that escapes me. Even that light pressure through my underwear is almost too much. My cock jerks under her palm, straining toward her touch.
“Would it hurt you if I touched you some more?” she asks.
“I think it would hurt me more if you didn’t,” I breathe.
There’s a wet spot where precum has already soaked through the fabric. Her eyes lock on it, and I watch her throat work as she swallows.
“You’re so big,” she whispers, almost to herself. Her fingers trace the length of me, from base to tip, and my hips buck involuntarily. “I can see every detail through this fabric. The head, the ridge, the veins… Would it hurt if I put my mouth on you?”
“Oh, God. I think I’d die, in the best possible way.”
Adora kisses me, and then she sits up and pulls her shirt up and over her head. Reaching behind herself, she unclasps her bra, and lets it slip from her shoulders.
I drink in the sight of her, then reach for her with my injured hands. I groan softly, carefully caressing her nipples with my thumbs, one of them bandaged, and enjoy the warm, heavy weight of her breasts.
Leaning over me, she kisses my jaw. “Stop me if it’s too much.”
Stop her? I’d sooner stop breathing.
Adora plants light, fluttering kisses all the way down my body, her lips cool and soft against my overheated skin. She’s careful to avoid my injuries, but even her gentlest touch sends sensation racing through me. I fist my wounded hands in the sheets to keep from reaching for her.
Hooking her slender fingers into my underwear, she drags them down and off my legs.
My cock springs free, hard and flushed dark with need. It juts up against my stomach, pulsing with my heartbeat. A bead of precum pearls at the slit, and I watch her stare at it with fascination.
“Touch me,” I urge. “Please, doe. I need your hands on me.”
She wraps her hand around my shaft, tentative at first, then firmer.
The contact makes me hiss through my teeth.
Her hand is so much smaller than mine, her fingers barely meeting around my girth.
She strokes up, spreading the precum down my length, and the slide of her palm against my heated flesh is exquisite.
“So hard,” she murmurs. “And hot. I can feel you throbbing in my hand.”
I’ve been starving for this. For her hands, her lips, the whisper of her breath against my body.
“I want to take care of my man,” she whispers and leans down.
Her breath ghosts over my cock, making it twitch, then her tongue touches the base of my shaft.
She drags it up slowly, tasting every inch, exploring me with fascinated concentration.
When she reaches the head, she swirls her tongue around it, lapping up the precum that’s leaked out.
“You taste good,” she says, surprised. “I thought…” She trails off, blushing.
“What did you think?” My voice is strained.
“I don’t know. Something unpleasant. But you taste male. Salty.” She licks the slit, gathering more precum on her tongue. “I like it.”
Fuck.
Me.
The sensations that cascade through my body are unlike anything I’ve known before.
I’ve fantasized about Adora taking me in her mouth, but nothing can compare to the reality.
Her lips stretch around my girth as she takes the head into her mouth, and the wet heat of her tongue against the sensitive underside makes my eyes roll back.
She sucks gently at first, her cheeks hollowing, and I can feel every movement of her tongue as she explores me.
“Fuck, your mouth feels incredible,” I groan. “So wet and hot and perfect.”
She moans around my cock, and the vibration shoots straight up my spine. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, and the sight of her, topless, lips wrapped around my dick, looking up at me with those innocent eyes, nearly ends me right there.
I undo her messy bun and slide my fingers into her golden hair.
“Is what I’m doing all right?” she asks.
“Yes. Yes. It’s wonderful. You’re wonderful.”
“How can I be better? Tell me, please.”
I smooth my thumb over her wet lower lip. “Take me deeper. Hum when I hit the back of your throat so you don’t gag. Let your cheeks hollow as you suck up my length.”
I’m rewarded by a flash of desire in her eyes.
She takes me deeper, her head bobbing as she works my length.
Her cheeks hollow on every upstroke, creating suction that makes my toes curl.
When she hits the back of her throat, she hums just like I told her, and the vibration combined with the restriction makes me curse.
“Just like that. Fuck, just like that.” I fist her hair, not directing, just holding on. “You look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth. So fucking perfect.”
She takes me deeper still, relaxing her throat. Tears prick the corners of her eyes but she doesn’t pull back. Instead, she swallows around me, and the rippling sensation almost destroys me.
“God, Adora—” My hips buck involuntarily, pushing deeper, and she takes it, takes all of me.
Three more strokes like that, and I can feel my balls tightening up with the desperate need to come. She’s working me with enthusiasm now, her hand wrapping around the base to stroke what won’t fit in her mouth.
Shit. This is way too fast. “I’ve barely come these past months. I last longer normally, I swear.”
Adora pulls me from her lips with a sucking pop and gives me a curious smile. “So you have come? More than the time in your car?”
I laugh, the sound half strangled by my impending orgasm. “I’ve been kissing the most beautiful woman in the city. You can’t expect me to have behaved like a monk.”
“Interesting.” She runs her tongue over the head of my cock. “I wonder what you’ve been imagining.”
“This. Exactly this.”
“Then I’d better make your fantasies come true.” With a look of determination, she returns to my cock with renewed focus. She takes me deep, sucking hard, her tongue working the sensitive spot just under the head.
“I’m close,” I warn her, my voice ragged. “Doe, I’m about to come. You don’t have to—”
But she doesn’t pull away. Instead, she takes me deeper and sucks harder, making it clear she wants this. Wants all of me.
My orgasm slams into me like a freight train, ripping through my body with savage intensity.
My cock pulses in her mouth, shooting my cum down her throat.
I feel her gag slightly at the first spurt, but she recovers quickly, swallowing around me, milking every last drop from my cock.
The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain as my ribs scream in agony, but I can’t stop watching her throat work as she swallows everything I give her.
The rhythmic contractions of her throat prolong my orgasm until I’m shaking, and white spots dance across my vision.
When she finally pulls off me, there’s a string of saliva and cum connecting her lips to my cock, and some has escaped the corner of her mouth. She looks thoroughly debauched with swollen lips and my cum on her chin, and it’s the horniest thing I’ve ever seen.
I lay there gasping, half destroyed, completely hers.
When I open my eyes, Adora is sitting back on her heels, breathing hard. There’s even a drop of cum on her breasts.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You’re going to kill me, doe.”
Ignoring the agony in my midsection, I pull her to me for a kiss, tasting myself on her lips, salt and musk on her tongue. It tastes intimate. Possessive. She’s marked by me now, inside and out.
“It was okay?” she asks me, tension in her eyes. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Okay? You were incredible. When I’m back on my feet, I’m going to eat your pussy front, back, and goddamn sideways, doe,” I promise. “I’m going to find your G-spot and make you scream my fucking name.”
I’m rewarded with a smile, and she snuggles against me, putting her head down on my shoulder. She fits perfectly with her head tucked beneath my chin, her body warm and soft against my side, her heartbeat steady against my ribs.
I wrap my arm around her, holding her as tightly as my broken body allows. For a long moment we just breathe together. Her weight against me. My arm around her. The steady rhythm of our hearts beating in tandem.
“Stay with me,” I whisper. “Tonight. Every night. Just stay.”
Adora sighs heavily. “I wish I could.”
The contentment drains out of me. “What do you mean?”
She sits up carefully, reaching for her bra and discarded shirt.
“I have to go home. My father’s expecting me.
” She puts her bra on and pulls the shirt over her head, and I already miss the sight of her bare skin.
“He thinks I’m with Lucy Barone, but I can’t stay away much longer without him getting suspicious. ”
“Suspicious of what?”
“Of me falling for you. He has to believe I’m still on his side, or we’re both dead. But there’s another reason.” She turns to face me, her expression grave. “Vincenzo, I need to tell you about the deal I made with Dashamir. How I got you out.”
My warm glow vanishes. I’d forgotten that she must have promised my torturer something in exchange for my freedom. “What was the deal?”
“The phones you stole. Matteo read all the messages while you were missing, and he found some from Dashamir about a woman named Lira Dervishi.”
“Who’s that?”
“Dashamir’s cousin. She died about a year ago. Murdered.” Adora’s voice is steady but I can see the tension in her face. “My father was courting her, trying to arrange a marriage. She refused him. A few weeks later, she was found dead in her apartment. Strangled.”
Christ. “And the Dervishis think—”
“They believe my father did it. The messages make that clear, but they don’t have proof. Dashamir dearly wants proof.”
I’m starting to understand. “So that’s what you offered Dashamir.”
“Yes.” She meets my eyes. “I promised him I’d get a confession from my father. Recorded. In his own words, admitting he killed Lira Dervishi. I got you back, and the guns come later, after I deliver the confession.”
The full weight of what she’s done crashes over me. She walked into that compound and bargained with the man who’d been torturing me. Offered him the one thing he wants more than my death.
“And if you don’t deliver?”
Her face pales. “He said he’d introduce us both to his chainsaws.”
Admiration and fear war inside me. She made a promise she might not be able to keep. All to save me.
“It was the only way.” Her voice is firm. “Dashamir wasn’t going to just let you go. And I couldn’t—” Her voice breaks. “I couldn’t let him kill you.”
I pull her down to me, ignoring the protest from my ribs, and kiss her hard. When I pull back, her eyes are wet.
“You’re incredible,” I tell her. “Terrifying and incredible.”
“I’m terrified, that’s for sure,” she admits.
“I have no idea how to get a confession from my father. He’s never admitted to anything in his life.
I need to convince him I’m still planning to kill you.
That I’m his loyal daughter. That’s the only way he’ll let his guard down.
That, and maybe a boatload of liquor. The sort of hard drinking you might do to celebrate your only daughter’s impending wedding. ”
“This is dangerous. If he suspects for even a second that you’ve turned against him, he’ll kill you.”
“I know.” Her voice is steady despite the fear in her eyes. “But it’s the only way forward. Dashamir will kill us both if I don’t deliver. And your family will never be avenged if my father stays alive.”
She’s right. I hate it, but she’s right.
“Can you do something for me?” she says, her voice suddenly different. “You’re not going to like it, but it’s important.”
“Anything. Wait, what do you mean I’m not going to like it?”
She takes a deep breath and fixes me with a look that’s equal parts determined and terrified.
“I need you to hit me. Hard enough to leave a mark.”