Chapter Six
EVIE
My hand stays firmly nestled in Red’s, his palm steady against my back as he guides me toward a sleek black SUV parked on the curb. A man opens the back door for us, and Red helps me inside. I settle into the middle seat, a smile tugging at my lips when he wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to his chest. We sit there for a few minutes in comfortable silence as the man who opened the door rushes inside to grab my things.
When he returns, he climbs into the front seat and hands them to me before starting the car. The engine hums to life, and soon, we’re pulling away from the sidewalk, the world outside slipping by as I lean into Red, feeling his warmth and the weight of everything that’s shifted between us.
“I can’t wait to show you your new home,” Red says, giving my shoulders a little shake. “You’re going to love it.”
“New home?” I pull back from him slightly to look at him properly. “I– what do you mean? I already have an apartment.”
“It’s not safe,” Red says with an undeniable finality, his tone leaving no room for argument. He’s firm in his decision, but I can’t help feeling the tug of my own obligations.
“But my roommate relies on me to help pay rent,” I protest, the one argument I know he won’t easily dismiss. “Plus, I have classes and a job. I can’t just leave everything behind.”
Red doesn’t seem swayed. “I’ll take care of everything. Your roommate will be fine, and you won’t need a job. You don’t need to go to your classes, either.”
“I want to keep going to my classes, though,” I reply, holding my ground.
“Then I’ll arrange security for you,” he says, his hand gently tilting my face toward his before he leans in to kiss me.
The second his lips touch mine, all my thoughts scatter. The arguments, the doubts—they vanish. Red becomes everything in that moment. There’s nothing but him and the heat of his kiss. Everything else can wait.
Red pulls me closer, pressing me back against the seat. I’m vaguely aware of the other person in the car, but it doesn’t register. If Red doesn’t care, neither do I.
His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, and I gasp, caught off guard. He doesn’t waste a second, sliding his tongue inside as I let out a breathless moan, swallowed by the intensity of his kiss.
Our kiss intensifies and the driver’s presence drifts to the back of my mind. I don’t care who watches, my mind and senses are overwhelmed by Red’s touch. The driver takes a corner hard right as Red presses into me. I’m vaguely aware of each turn, but his hand sliding up my thigh is blurring the world around us. His fingertips brush against the sensitive skin of my stomach and I gasp into his mouth.
The car pulls into a garage, and everything darkens around us. A door opens and closes, and Red’s energy shifts. Suddenly, his kisses are more urgent, and his hands are more insistent. I’m at his mercy, melting into him as he bears down on me.
“Let’s get you inside,” he murmurs, pulling my shirt over my head. “But first, I’m going to take you right here, Evie.”
I nod. “I want it.” I lift my hips as he yanks my pants and panties off, and then he’s unfastening my bra. My tits are bouncy and erect, wanting to be touched again. “I’ll give you everything, Red.”
“I’ll take care of you baby,” he says with a chuckle. He leans forward and attaches his lips to my neck. Against my skin, he mutters, “I’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. You want my cock inside you, baby?”
I buck my hips against him, and his hand flies down to my inner thigh. “Please, Red. Just take me now.” I need more. My desire for him claws against my chest, and the low pulse between my legs grows stronger as he moves his hands along my skin, teasing and beckoning.
“Come on, Evie,” he says, amusement in his voice. He’s enjoying toying with me, and I’m loving being toyed with. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything. You just have to say it.”
I swallow hard, letting out an unrestrained moan when I open my mouth again. Then, I manage to force out the words, “I want your cock.”
“Then you’ll get it,” he replies as he rips his jacket and shirt off.
I miss the feel of his hands, but I can’t help but enjoy the view. Finally, I get a full look at his heavily tattooed arms. The intricate designs cover his skin, each one a testament to his life and the world he’s part of. I tell myself that one day, I’ll take the time to mentally map out each and every piece of art on his body, tracing the lines and stories etched into his skin.
For now, though, I’m content just watching the way the tattoos accentuate his muscles, making him look even more powerful, even more intimidating. Every inch of him is a reminder of the kind of man he is—dominant, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
He takes off his pants and underwear in one fell swoop, and my breath catches in my throat. His cock is massive and rock-hard. There’s a sheen of wetness on the tip, and I realize that it’s all for me – because of me.
He’s in control, but seeing him hard and dripping…I know I have power in this situation, too. I know he’s begging for me like I’m begging for him.
“It’s huge,” I whimper. My hand twitches at my side; I want so badly to touch it, to taste it.
“Go on,” he says, leaning over me. “Touch it. It’s yours. I want your hands on me.”
My body reacts before my brain does. I reach out tenderly and wrap my fingers around his length. It’s hot and heavy, my hand barely able to reach around the girth. Blood roars in my ears as I imagine his cock entering inside me. How is it going to fit?
“You want to put that inside you?” he asks, his voice even deeper now that I’m stroking him experimentally.
“I don’t know how–”
“It’ll fit,” he promises, starting to push his hips forward. My entire body is calling out to him. “We’ll go slow.”
“Okay,” I breathe, helping him guide himself to my opening.
The dull head of his cock presses against my dripping wet folds. All of a sudden, the slight fear I was feeling before evaporates. I want him inside me… Now.
I don’t have to say anything for Red to know what I need. He’s already pushing forward. My body opens up to him, accepting his length. I stretch to accommodate him, my pussy doing the impossible. It’s hard to believe he’s fitting in me so well, but then again, I’m starting to think we were made for each other.
“God, you’re so tight,” Red groans, kissing my cheek, then my jaw, then my lips. “And so fucking wet for me.”
He starts the slow roll of his hips, clearly holding back. He’s holding onto my hip tightly, and I can’t wait to see the bruises there tomorrow.
“More,” I say when the slight twinge of pain fades away. “Red, please.”
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” he asks, his voice dark and almost terrifying. “I don’t think you have any idea what you’re asking for.”
“I don’t care,” I whine, digging my nails into his muscled back. “I just want more. Anything. Everything.”
I feel insane, like a crazy person. Maybe I am. I don’t have any idea what I’m asking him to do to me. I just know that I don’t care what happens to me as long as it’s at his hands.
“You asked for this,” he says before he ups the pace of his hips.
An undignified squeak erupts from my lips. He starts fucking me hard. There’s no other word to describe what he’s doing. He’s completely unrestrained, taking everything from me. I think I should be scared or in pain, but I’m not.
I love this. I want more of this. I want this every day of my life – morning, noon, and night. And I only want it from Red. There’s no way anyone else will ever measure up to him. He’s ruined every other man for me.
“God, you feel so good,” he groans before bringing his mouth to my neck.
His teeth graze the column of my throat. It’s not enough to leave a mark, but just the suggestion lights me up. I buck up against him, meeting his thrusts, driving his cock even further inside of me.
“Oh!” I yelp when he hits a sensitive spot. “That’s–”
“Your g-spot?” he asks, angling his hips and hitting that bundle of nerves again.
I toss my head back, barely missing the handle of the car door. I’m so inundated by pleasure I can’t think straight. Red shifts his hand up to cradle my head, protecting me from hurting myself as I move wildly beneath him.
“Let me hear you, sweetheart,” he says, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear.
He bites down and I can feel the familiar dregs of an orgasm approaching. Warmth spreads through my stomach and the tops of my thighs start to shake. All I can do is hold on as Red thrusts his cock and continues to rock the car at a bruising pace.
“I feel you getting close, baby. Are you gonna come on Daddy’s cock?”
“Yes,” I cry.
“I want to hear how I make you feel.” His voice is driving me insane; it’s thick, focused, and commanding. It vibrates through my bones and leaves calm in its wake.
“Red…Red!”
“Go on, baby,” he grunts as he continues to dig deep. His hand presses against the window above me, angling himself so his cock is completely swallowed up by my pussy. “Come for me. Say my name. Scream it.”
“Red!” I gasp, and every nerve in my body is suddenly on fire in the best way. I see stares behind my eyelids as they flutter close.
The breath is knocked from me as I pulse around his thick length. My climax takes me higher than I’ve ever been before. It’s even better than the orgasm he gave me back at the apartment. I wrap my arms around him, pulling myself against his chest.
“Fuck, Evie,” Red growls, his hips stuttering forward and pushing flush against me. “I’m coming. Gonna fill that tight little pussy up. Fill you with my seed, right into your womb.”
A few seconds later, he’s pumping his hot seed in me. It’s barely a feeling, but I know it’s there. I know I’ve been claimed for good. Red finishes fucking me through both our climaxes, kissing me sweetly though he just fucked me within an inch of my life. When he pulls out, he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear and smiles down at me. I feel warm and happy all over.
“What do you say we get dressed and head up to my room for a round two, beautiful?” he asks, already leaning down to pick up my clothes from where they landed.
“I’d like that,” I say. “I’d love it, actually.”