Chapter Eleven
RED
The way Evie kisses me is like a wildfire. It’s overwhelming, all-consuming. I need to be inside her. It doesn’t matter that we’re in an enemy’s warehouse. We could be right in the middle of a busy street and I’d still need her just as badly as I need her now.
“I love you so much,” I say, breaking the kiss for half a second.
I don’t give Evie time to respond before I’m on her again. My hands find the waistband of her pants, and I waste no time in taking them off. Her panties come along, too. I toss the clothes to the side, not caring where they land. We’ll find them later. What matters is that we get as close as possible as quickly as possible.
“Sit up,” I growl, backing up so she can lift herself off the floor slightly.
As soon as I have the space, I yank her shirt off. Then, without regard for the fabric, I rip her bra off. She lets out a gasp that turns into a moan, clearly impressed by my show of strength. If I weren’t so set on keeping her body all for myself, I might have ripped her shirt right off of her too.
“You are so, so fucking perfect,” I tell her, running my hands down her sides. When I get to her hips, I trail my hands back up, cupping her breasts in my palms. She sighs loudly, pressing herself up into my touch. I squeeze the flesh, eliciting another satisfied noise out of her mouth.
“I want to see you,” she murmurs as I start tweaking her nipples.
I almost don’t hear her request, too focused on having my hands on her body. When I do register it, I decide I’m going to make her wait. I’m not a forgiving man, and even though I have forgiven her, I still want to dole out a little bit of punishment.
“In a minute,” I tell her, dipping my head down so I can kiss her sternum.
I take one of her nipples into my mouth, continuing to tweak the other side of her chest. The sounds that fall out of her mouth are delicious and addicting. I can’t wait to have them all the time.
“Please,” she cries out, grabbing at my shirt and trying to pull it up over my head. “Red, please. I need more.”
“You’ll get more,” I promise her, letting go of her nipple with a pop. Then, I shift to the other side, giving it the same attention.
Evie writhes beneath me. She struggles to take in full breaths, and her hips push up against me as she desperately tries to get some friction. It’s adorable how needy and desperate I can get her with nothing more than my mouth on her tits.
Finally, I have mercy on her. I lean back and rip my shirt off, tossing it in the same direction that I threw her pants just a few minutes ago. I catch Evie ogling my muscles, so I make sure to put on a show of stretching and flexing. If my girl wants a show, I’ll give her one.
When I’m done showing off, I get rid of my jeans. I groan when my cock is finally freed from the confines of my boxers. As I wrap a hand around myself to get a little bit of friction, I practically growl. If I’m this keyed up from nothing more than my hand, Evie’s pussy is going to feel like heaven.
“Red,” she says, her hand reaching out toward me.
I let her grab my cock, lowering myself over her once again. The kiss we share is sloppy, both of our attention focused on where she’s touching me. The messiness only heightens the sensation, and I feel a glob of precum leak from the tip.
“You ready for me to fuck you, sweet girl?” I ask, leaving open-mouthed kisses anywhere I can get my mouth. “Are you ready for me to remind you who that sweet little pussy belongs to?”
“Yes!” Evie exclaims, already starting to guide me closer to her opening. “I’m ready, Red. I’ve been ready since you walked in here with your gun out. I need you. I need you so bad.”
“Then you’ll get me,” I promise. “You’ll get me whenever you want.”
The dull head of my length presses against her folds. I’m expecting Evie to push me in, but she surprises me by dragging my cock through her wetness, effectively teasing both of us. I growl in a show of impatience, hoping she gets what I’m trying to say.
I need to be inside her. Now. Right fucking now. She’s mine.
Finally, I just can’t take it anymore. I swat her hand away and take my cock in my palm. Without any warning, I push deep inside of her, sheathing myself in her tight, wet heat. She lets out a yelp of surprise, and I groan, my hips twitching slightly at the way her body squeezes me.
She’s perfect. The hot grooves of her body welcome me like they’ve been waiting for me. They have been, that much is obvious. We were made for each other, and our coupling is proof of that.
“Feel so good, princess,” I tell her, capturing her lips in a kiss again.
Evie makes a muffled noise against my mouth. It’s a show of appreciation, and I preen at the way I already have her wordless. In just a few minutes, she’ll be completely brainless for me. That thought makes my cock twitch inside of her. She feels it, throwing her head back in ecstasy.
I start the slow and steady roll of my hips. Evie sighs, her movements beginning to match my own. Her impatience is titillating. I want to give in, to fuck her ruthlessly, but I like keeping her on edge. I want to make her beg.
“Fuck,” I curse, my nails digging into the concrete beneath my palms with the effort it takes to keep from pounding into her relentlessly. “God, you feel so good.”
“So– so,” she starts, completely out of breath. “So big.”
The compliment goes straight to my head. Both of my heads, actually. I grit my teeth, knowing that, while she probably means that, she’s just saying things in an attempt to get me to give her what she wants. Unfortunately for her, I’m a headstrong motherfucker. She’s not going to get what she wants unless she grovels.
“And it’s all yours,” I say as I pull out before pressing back in. “Go on, Evie. Go on and say it.”
“It’s all mine,” she manages to get out. It’s so cute. It almost makes my resolve break. I’m stronger than that, though.
The slow roll of my hips continues. My girl makes little, needy sounds. It’s like she’s trying to urge me to go faster. She already knows what buttons to push, but this isn’t what I want from her. Maybe she needs a little prompting.
“Try telling me what you want,” I say, keeping my mouth close to her ear. “If you ask for it sweet enough, I just might give it to you.”
“Harder,” she gasps, grabbing onto me tightly. “Fuck me hard, Red. Please. I want it so bad. I’ll do anything you want. Just… please, Red. Please.”
“That’s it,” I say, barely suppressing the growl of desire that rips itself out of my throat. “I’ll give you just what you want, sweet girl.”
Now that she’s asked, I unleash what I’ve been holding back. I let myself go, getting lost in the sweet, sweet tightness that is my woman. She responds beautifully, letting out a high-pitched peep that echoes in the empty warehouse.
The sound is like music to my ears. It’s better than any song I’ve ever heard. It’s melodic, rippling through my body in a way that I’ve never experienced. Evie is special, so special, and so different from any other woman I’ve encountered.
How does a bastard like me get so lucky? Everywhere I go, I leave destruction and hardship in my wake. My hands have caused pain, bruised and bloodied and killed. Yet, they’re allowed to touch Evie. They can caress and love and give pleasure too.
“Red,” she moans, her nails digging into my back even harder.
She holds onto me as if she's afraid she'll slip away. But what she doesn't realize is that I'll never let her go. If she'd let me, I wouldn't let her leave my side, not for anything. But even now, I’ll only let her go for those damn college classes—those little things that still matter to her, even though I can see how much they weigh on her.
I fuck her hard, wanting her to know that I’ll always take care of her on every level. I’ll give her everything she wants, everything she ever dreamed about, and I’ll make damn sure she never knows a day without pleasure and love.
“God, you feel so good around me, baby girl,” I grunt, capturing her slack mouth in another bruising kiss.
She whimpers, needy and desperate. Her pussy constricts around my length, her climax getting closer. I bet it won’t take much more to push her right over that edge, to pull unrestrained pleasure from deep in her gut.
“Tell me, Evie, are you getting close?” I ask, needing to hear her voice again.
My orgasm is getting close. Her tight, wet, perfect heat is unrelenting. The sounds of happiness she makes are even better. I know that once she lets go, I’ll be right there with her.
“Yes, Red,” she whines, swallowing hard before moaning again. “So close.”
“Then be good for me and come,” I command. “Come all over my fat cock, sweetheart.”
My words seem to be all that she needs. She practically screams as she clamps down around me hard. I keep fucking her, my thrusts never slow down, the pace enough to drag her orgasm out as long as I possibly can.
A few seconds later, I’m spilling inside of her. I bite down on her shoulder as her wetness milks pleasure out of me. My orgasm rips through me, and it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest in the best way possible. I’m breathless, panting against Evie’s skin.
The two of us lie there, recovering for a long moment after both of our climaxes have waned. This is nowhere to bask in the afterglow, though. I force myself up off of her, hissing when I pull out of her pussy.
“Where are you going?” she asks, her lips drawn in a beautiful pout.
“Just getting our clothes,” I assure her, grabbing her things first. “I want to get you out of here and into a proper bed. How does that sound?”
“Good,” she sighs, letting me help her into her clothes.
“You know that no one else is ever going to touch you like this,” I say, letting possessiveness into every single syllable. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she agrees, the way she says it lighting a fire in my belly.
I don’t know if I’m going to get her back to the house before I have to take her again. That’s alright, though. I don’t think Evie’s going to complain if I can’t wait to be inside her again. In fact, I think she might like it just as much as I will.