Chapter 18 #2
“I see everything you are. Everything you refuse to see. And I won’t stop, no matter how badly you want me to.”
“And what do you see, exactly?” His heated eyes narrow.
“I think you’re so busy trying to convince yourself that you’re a monster, but you’re not. There’s good in you, Anton.”
He chuckles right before constricting his grasp on my hair. “Where?”
“Here.” I place a palm on the center of his chest.
He stares at my touch, exhaling deep before the switch flips and something darker takes over.
“You can’t find what doesn’t exist.” He flips me around and yanks my head back, bowing my body against his as his mouth lowers to my ear. “Maybe I should show you who I really am.”
“Do it. If fucking me this way helps you pretend you don’t have a heart, then do it. But it won’t erase the truth, no matter how hard you try.”
“We’ll see which one of us is right.”
His palm cracks against my ass, making me yelp and bite down on my lower lip.
He reaches around to unbutton my jeans and drags the zipper down before slipping his hand beneath my panties.
His thumb fondles my clit while his mouth closes over my earlobe, sucking and grazing it with his teeth as he draws out each moan.
When he yanks my pants to my knees, I feel exposed, gazing around even though I know we’re alone here.
“Getting shy?” He sinks two fingers inside me, and the delicious fullness wipes away anything else.
“Have you ever done this before?”
He stills at my question, his muscles locking behind me. “Done what?”
“Fucked someone in the woods?”
I don’t even know why I’m asking. His past sex life isn’t my business, but I can’t help myself.
He chuckles. “No. You’re my first.”
He means first in the woods, right? Not like first ever? That would be pretty damn amazing. But a guy like him has definitely had his share of women.
“I guess that makes me special.” My words catch on a whimper.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” His lips skim the side of my neck before he withdraws his fingers and frees his cock from his pants.
He drags the swollen crown through my wetness, and a moan slips from me.
“I feel pretty flattered right now. Look how hard you are for me.” Reaching back, I wrap my fingers around the base.
He mutters a curse and knocks my hand away, then buries himself inside me with one brutal stroke, filling me so completely my eyes roll back. My pussy clamps around him, greedily drawing him deeper.
I brace myself against the seat as he sets a punishing rhythm, withdrawing nearly to the tip before snapping forward again, determined to prove this is all we are. Two bodies giving in to the hunger between us.
He grunts when I arch into him and push my ass into his cock, wanting it harder. His hand stiffens in my hair while the wet slap of our bodies echoes through the trees. He gives me no reprieve, pounding into me faster as he strums my clit.
“Oh God, yes…” A cry breaks from me as pleasure blurs everything around me.
But he only fucks me rougher, leaving me no room to breathe.
It feels like I’m floating. I don’t ever want this to end.
When his fingers circle my clit again, my body gives in to him completely, my orgasm ripping through me until all I can do is hold on and take it. With a ragged groan, he seats himself fully inside me, his lips closing over my neck as his release pulses deep.
When he goes motionless, his touch remains between my thighs. Rather than withdrawing, he continues stroking my clit in slow circles until the overstimulation has me squirming, each nerve raw from what he just wrung out of me.
“I-I can’t again,” I gasp, shaking against him. “It’s too much.”
His laugh rumbles along my spine before one sharp flick makes me cry out. My fingers clamp around his forearm, and the savage noise he makes sends another rush of arousal through me.
“You can. Give me one more.”
He captures both wrists behind my back, then pushes two fingers inside me, relentless now, leaving me no choice but to surrender. The tension between our families and the constant fight to deny whatever is happening between us disappears until nothing exists beyond him.
Pleasure builds beneath his touch again, winding tighter with every pass of his fingers until another climax hovers within reach.
My body sags against him, my head resting on his chest. When I tip my face upward, he’s already watching me, those dark eyes drawing me deeper into whatever this is.
His free arm bands around my waist and brings me flush against him while his touch turns rougher, nearly merciless.
“Ty chto-to so mnoy delaesh…i mne eto ne nravitsya,” he rasps, the words sounding almost tortured, and I wish I understood them.
Before I can ask what they meant, he lifts me and places me backward on the bike seat. Urgency overtakes him as he removes my boots, drags my jeans away, and strips every barrier between us before lowering himself in front of me.
“What are you—”
The question dies when his mouth closes over my pussy.
His lips suck my clit as he pushes two fingers inside me, working them with devastating precision while staring up at me.
I brace myself on one elbow and bury my other hand in his hair, gripping hard as pleasure tears through me and leaves me shaking beneath his mouth.
He groans against my core, ravenous for the taste of me, and the vibration rolls through my body until my arm nearly gives out.
“Anton…” I grind against his mouth, barely registering the unforgiving bike seat beneath me.
His hands clamp around my thighs as he devours me with a hunger that borders on punishment. His tongue drags from my clit to my entrance, pushing inside before returning to work me again. Then his lips seal around my clit and suck harder.
My back arches as another orgasm tears through me, fiercer than the first. “Oh fuck…yes!”
He doesn’t stop. His mouth stays on me through every aftershock, my fingers knotted in his hair as he prolongs the pleasure until I’m boneless beneath him, barely able to keep my grip.
Only then does he raise his head. He presses unhurried kisses along the insides of my thighs before straightening to his full height.
As he tucks himself back into his jeans with rough, impatient movements, his gaze travels over me in the glow of the bike’s headlight. When his eyes return to my face, the muscles in his neck flex as he struggles to regain control.
“Get up.” His hands close around my hips, guiding me carefully to my feet. “I’ll help you get dressed, then take you back to your car.”
“Okay…”
He’s already retreating behind the coldness he uses to protect himself, shutting me out after revealing more than he intended. I hate when he does that.
He retrieves my panties, turning them over before tucking them into his pocket.
A laugh slips out of me. “What did you do that for?”
“They’re dirty.”
“So you’re going to clean them for me?”
“Yes.” The faintest twitch touches his mouth. “Is that a problem?”
That almost-smile does embarrassing things to my ability to think.
“Nope. No problem at all.”
He picks up my jeans and guides my legs into them, his hands traveling along my skin as he draws the denim into place. Then he crouches and helps me put my boots back on, and when he rises to fasten my jeans, his fingers graze my stomach before settling around my waist.
“That was fun.” His gravelly tone has lost some of its usual edge.
“I didn’t know you were capable of having fun. I thought you might be allergic.”
“Sometimes I wish I was allergic to you.” One finger trails down my bare arm, warmth following its path. “It would make my life easier.”
“How sweet.” I throw my arms around him, mostly because now that he’s allowing me to touch him, I can’t seem to stop. “Well, I’m glad I can provide you some much-needed entertainment.”
“You’re the source of a lot of things.” His lids lower as the back of his hand skims along my jaw. “Not all of them welcome.”
“I can’t tell whether that’s supposed to be good or bad.”
His body surrounds mine, and the gentle caress makes it difficult to remember why I’m supposed to be careful around him.
A quirk touches his mouth. “Neither can I.”