Chapter 14 Natasha
NATASHA
The feeling of his tongue took my breath away.
The force of his kiss left me aching for more.
My mind screamed at me to stop. But the cells of my body begged me to continue.
The musk of his strength filled my nostrils.
The stubble of his face slid across my skin.
He kissed me until our teeth clattered. Until my head fell off to the side and I opened myself up to him.
To let him take more of me.
I should have hated it. I should have pulled away and slapped the shit out of him.
But I didn’t. And I didn’t hate myself for it.
His hands commanded my body, pulling me closer and gripping my tendrils.
I slid my hands down his chest, feeling those rippling muscles underneath.
They were strong. Lean. Pulled taut over his body and encased beneath stretched skin that boasted of the valleys his body provided me.
For my curves to fill.
He grunted down the back of my throat. His tongue slid across the roof of my mouth, forcing my toes to curl. His arms cloaked my back, pulling me closer to him. And when I felt his cock swelling, my pussy ached to be filled with it. With him.
Filled with this angry, annoying, devastating man.
I whimpered against his lips. His hands slid to my ass cheeks.
He hoisted me off the edge of the kitchen counter and I had my moment.
A moment to slip away. To drop to my feet and push him away from my body.
But I didn’t take it. Instead, I wrapped myself around him.
Arms and legs alike. I locked myself around his body as he carried me away from the kitchen.
His cock, pulsing hard against the inside of my thigh.
I fisted his shirt within the palms of my hands.
I climbed him like a fucking tree until my face hovered over his.
I kissed down his stubble. Along his jawline.
Down his neck. I raked my teeth along his pulse point, listening to him growl softly as he walked us back into a bedroom.
Then used my back to close the fucking door.
“Toxin,” I gasped.
Off came our shirts. His lips muted my sounds as the naked swell of my breasts filled the divots of his chest. He locked the bedroom door before he pulled me away from its hard surface, carrying me into the middle of the room.
He tossed me up into the air. My eyes widened until my back hit the mattress.
And as I bounced, his eyes watched me. His tongue licked his lips.
His beautiful body glistened in the small lamplight we were afforded before he slipped out of his boxers.
Showcasing the massive cock that stood at attention.
My jaw slowly fell open. He fell to his knees on the mattress.
He ripped the rest of my clothes off, leaving me just as naked as himself.
His lips fell to my tits. He wrapped his warm mouth around my nipples, his tongue stroking them to painful peaks.
I moaned as my back fell to the bed. I slid my fingers through his hair.
He pinned me down, preventing my bucking as his precum leaked slowly against my skin.
“Toxin, please.”
“Not until I say so,” he murmured.
He kissed down my body. He tossed my legs over his shoulders.
He lapped up my slit as my back arched, ready and needy for him.
Juices dripped from my entrance. Giving him more to devour as he quickly found my clit.
His tongue stroked me deeply. Pressed into my swollen mound and left me breathless as he continued his assault on my body.
But each time I grew close to falling apart, he backed off.
“Toxin, please.”
“Fuck, come on.”
“So close, so close, so—no, no, no, no. Come back. Toxin, why?”
He chuckled. “You really should’ve treated me better, beautiful.”
I panted. “Never.”
“Then, accept your fate in the palms of my hands.”
He filled me with one finger. Then, two.
He stroked me tenderly. Softly. Unlike the motions of the angry man I’d come to know.
My legs shivered. My thighs jumped. My pussy quivered around his fingertips as his tongue held its station against my clit.
I bucked ravenously against him. I lost all control of his body.
I was too close for comfort. I felt myself teetering on an edge I’d do anything to throw myself off.
“Toxin, fuck. I’ll do anything. Anything. Please. Just—just just just—just let me, I—”
“Anything?”
I nodded furiously. “Any. Fucking. Thing.”
“Perfect, beautiful.”
He pumped his fingers relentlessly and flicked his tongue against my clit.
Quick as lightning, and enough to finally push me over the edge.
My back bowed so tightly I thought I’d break.
My legs locked around his face, drowning him in my thighs.
I dug my bare heels into his back, gasping for air.
And as his broken name fell from my lips, not once did he stop his assault.
He kept going. Kept fucking me with his fingers. Kept swirling that warm tongue around my clit as he nudged me up the edge again.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
“You taste fantastic,” he growled.
My eyes rolled back as I fell over the edge again.
I shook as muted sounds poured from my lips.
And when I collapsed against the back of the bed, I felt my juices dripping down my ass crack.
My body spiraled as he slowed the ministrations of his tongue to nothing but a soft lap.
I gasped for air. I readied myself for his intrusion.
I wanted to feel him. Needed to fill him.
Needed to feel full of him before my body was too spent.
But instead, I felt his pinky dancing around my puckered asshole.
“Toxin,” I whispered.
“Relax for me, gorgeous.”
“I-I-I-I don’t—I—just—”
“I’ll go slow. Trust me on this.”
My jaw quivered as I slowly relaxed my body.
His pinky rimmed the edge of my asshole, teasing a part of my body that had never been penetrated before.
My head pressed into the mattress. My juices dripped against the bed.
My feet slid up and down his back, feeling his rippling muscles working for my pleasure.
Never in my life had I felt this good underneath a man.
Never had I felt this cherished, wanted, or beautiful within the palms of a man’s hands.
And as I drew in a deep breath, his pinky penetrated my virginal hole.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“Breathe, Natasha.”
He inched in again, and a rush came over me.
Electricity, frying the rest of my brain and opening up that hole of mine.
I relaxed into him. I pressed my ass further down his finger.
I heard him chuckling. That proud sound that washed over me and rumbled my ribcage.
I wanted to smack him for it. And yet, I felt fuller than I ever had in my life.
I didn’t want it to stop, either.
“Just one more. Toxin, just one more.”
“Oh, I’m giving you more than just one.”
My eyes flew open. “What?”
He crooked his fingers and dove back into my pussy.
He stroked my clit with his tongue, causing my jaw to unhinge in silent pleasure.
I bucked against him. I fucked his damn face with my body.
His bed scraped across the floor with my movements as he laid there, allowing me use of his body in any way I pleased.
It was magical. Incredible. It left me speechless as pleasure filled the marrow of my bones.
I fell over the edge again, my holes clamping down around his fingers.
With my body shivering out of control.
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” he murmured.
As he slid his fingers away from my body, he kissed the inside of my thighs.
My body jumped with every inch that slid out of me.
And when his fingers were finally gone, I felt empty.
Tears rushed my eyes. I sniffled as I stared at the ceiling.
I heard the sounds of running water as my chest jumped.
Why was I crying? I didn’t understand it.
These feelings I was experiencing, I didn’t know how to handle them.
“Come here, gorgeous.”
Toxin wrapped his arms around me and for once, I felt truly safe.
I turned into him and my face pressed against his chest as he manipulated and maneuvered my body.
He laid down, slipping my leg between his.
Pulling my arm around his waist. And placing my head against his chest. He stroked his fingers through my hair, unraveling the knots as my tears dripped against his skin.
“It’s okay. Let it out,” he murmured.
I cried myself to sleep against him that night, not knowing if I was happy or sad.
I guess, maybe a bit of both.
“Natasha.”
“Mmm, no.”
A chuckle hit my ears. “Natasha, you need to wake up for me.”
“Mm-mm.”
“Yes-hm.”
“Mm-mm.”
“You really should get up, gorgeous.”
Those words shivered me to my core. I peeked an eye open just as a pair of lips came down against the shell of my ear.
My skin prickled at the touch. I giggled as a smile crossed my face.
Toxin kissed me, over and over, slowly easing me out of my sleep.
I pulled my knees up to my chest. His hand slipped around my waist. He cupped my breast, massaging my nipple until it stood on end before continuing his soft assault against my ear.
“Toxin, you’re gonna—”
“Gonna what?” he asked, chuckling.
I sighed heavily as he nibbled on my earlobe.
“Okay, okay, okay. I’m up,” I moaned.
“Are you sure? Because I bet my fingers could—”
I snatched his hand up. “Your fingers did enough last night.”
And his chuckle sounded amazing first thing in the morning.
He rolled me over and I gazed into his eyes. But I was shocked to find him dressed. Head to toe, in jeans and a t-shirt. Complete with a leather jacket I hadn’t seen last night.
“Whenever you can get up and going, we need you in church,” he said.
I furrowed my brow. “Church?”
He nodded. “Yep. A formal meeting we hold when we need to discuss things. I told the guys you’d answer their questions about the mafia.”
“And you didn’t think to ask me before volunteering me for that job?”
He shrugged. “I mean, you are kind of here to help us.”
Remember your place, Natasha. “Yes, well. I’ll be out in a second.”
“I’ll wait for you.”
“I’m good. Thanks.”
I pushed him away and pulled the covers over my naked body.
I stood up from the bed and looked over toward a chair in the corner.
One that housed an outfit for me to wear.
I looked over at the cracked door and saw shadows moving around.
Which meant at least someone in this damn place knew I’d slept in his bed last night.
Was that all I was? Some common whore to sleep with before coercing information out of me?
You shouldn’t have given into him.
“I’ll be out in a second,” I said.
“Sure, you don’t want me to wait with you?” Toxin asked.
“Yep. I’m good. A woman needs her privacy.”
“You didn’t last night.”
I rolled my eyes. “I was horny and lonely last night. Of course, I didn’t want privacy.”
His silence told me I’d hit him straight in the gut.
Which was great. I peered over my shoulder and shooed him out of his own room.
To which he grumbled as he strode out. He slammed the door behind him, practically rattling the walls.
So, if people didn’t know we were together last night, they sure as hell did now.
Great.