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Violet
B roadway wakes me, running the tips of his fingers down my spine, his lips glued to the crown of my head. I’m cocooned in the sheets, my cheek on his chest, one hand draped over his hard abs, one leg flung over his abdomen. There’s not a soft inch on this man’s body. Not even the huge, thick, hard cock I can feel under my thigh.
A wave of heat slams into me when last night replays on the back of my eyelids. The way he kissed me, worshipped my skin, the way he stared right into my eyes, examining my reactions. The feel of him under me, on me, inside me... the affection and care.
“Breathe, baby,” he whispers in my hair. “You’re okay.”
I slowly exhale the air I’ve trapped in my lungs, melting into his touch. “Morning.”
“Morning. How are you doing?”
“I’m fine but, I swear to God, if you don’t stop acting like I’ll have a panic attack any moment, I’ll punch you.”
He chuckles, moving his hand lower to caress the swell of my hip. “Careful, Violet. You have no idea how much that smart mouth and bratty attitude turn me on.”
“Why don’t you show me?”
He fills his hand with my ass cheek, squeezing lightly, and in two moves, he flips us over, hovering over me. There’s a spark in his eyes. Greedy desire. The same thing I saw last night when he fought to leave me in control.
I thought I’d love to lead. I thought I’d love the freedom being on top offers. His hands were on me, but I could jump away easily. I dictated the pace, controlled the rhythm, but it wasn’t half as satisfying as letting Broadway take the reins.
He proved time and time again that I can trust him. That my comfort is his priority.
All thanks to the man whose big hands roam the side of my body. His dark eyes feast on my face, the lust in them unmistakable, just like the caution.
I have a love and hate relationship with Broadway’s approach. It helps keep me calm, but I hate that he has to adjust his whole personality because he’s afraid of scaring me.
He shouldn’t have to make these sacrifices. It’s not fair. He shouldn’t fight his instincts and adjust his life to accommodate me. In the grand scheme of things, I’m no one. Unimportant. A blip on the radar.
And yet something about me fascinates him.
It won’t last, but while he’s staring at me like he wants to keep me, I can indulge the moment, allowing myself a bit of unrestrained, real happiness.
I wrap my arms around his neck, but he doesn’t budge, bracing on his elbows. His shoulders square back while his eyes trace a path from the tip of my nose, down my neck, over my breasts, across my stomach, then lower...
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
“I’m wondering if your pussy tastes as sweet as your mouth.” He moves his elbows closer, flush with my arms. “You think I can check?”
I’ve never considered myself a shy girl, but Broadway reduces me to a blushing mess daily. There’s something about the tone of his low, gravelly voice, its raspy note, the way his lips curve around the words... add those penetrating dark eyes to the mix and it’s enough to set my cheeks on fire. Not to mention he is, hands down, the most attractive male specimen I’ve ever laid eyes on.
The veins snaking up his inked arms, the muscles shifting with every move—those traps bulging round his spine and shoulders being my favorite—sharp jaw, long lashes, bushy brows...
I could go on for hours, listing every detail about him that’s perfect and I’d still find something else to gush about.
“I... um, I need a shower first.”
“You showered last night,” he reminds me, running the pad of his thumb over my lips.
I did shower last night. The cue being last night . I’m not perfectly fresh anymore.
We laid curled up together for a while, calming our breathing and talking. I gave him the names of the remaining five men he’s so desperate to kill, wondering if this makes me an accomplice who’ll burn alongside him in hell.
It probably does...
It’ll be worth it and at least we’ll be together.
Once the feeling returned to my weak legs, I locked myself in the bathroom and washed his scent off me before coming back and basking in it again.
That was nine hours ago, according to the tablet by the door, and we slept tangled in each other all night.
“I don’t want a mouthful of soap,” he whispers, dipping his head to stamp a kiss on my forehead. “I want to taste you . We can shower after you’ve come on my tongue.” His lips hover over mine while his left hand moves to ghost the soft skin around my breast. “Say yes, baby.”
“Yes.” A thousand times yes .
Not one of the men who bought me dove between my legs. They were all more interested in shoving their dicks down my throat than using their tongues on me.
Broadway smiles the most predatory, panty-melting smile I’ve seen on him yet. He stamps a kiss on the tip of my nose, then takes my mouth in a deep, erotic kiss, his hand skimming over my damp underwear.
“Something tells me I’m about to get addicted,” he says, moving to the foot of the bed.
Hooking his thumbs over the elastic, he drags my panties down, his pupils dilating as he zeroes in on my pussy. I’ve never been shy, and whatever little embarrassment I felt since my first time three years ago, it’s been fucked right out of me over the past six months.
Pleasant heat swells in my abdomen, the most empowering feeling sweeping me from head to toe when I see how much he enjoys the view. How much it turns him on.
“So fucking perfect,” he grits out, bending my knees and pushing them up to my chest. “Hold like this, baby.”
A gentle shudder passes through me, the anticipation stoking the furnace inside me further. Broadway takes a knee on the floor, drags me to the edge, and fills his hands with my hips, the heat of his breath fanning my clit.
“Ready?” he asks, giving me one last chance to change my mind.
I love that about him.
I love that he asks and cues me in about his next move, eliminating the element of surprise and the fear that comes with it.
“Ready,” I reply, my spine rigid, one arm circling my knees to hold them to my chest, the other fisting the sheets.
Broadway dips his head lower, inhales deeply and every nerve ending in my body lights up when he drags the flat of his tongue bottom to top. A low groan vibrates against my clit, pure delight in that sound.
“Addicted,” he says, lifting his head enough to meet my eyes. “I’ll be here a lot, Violet.”
A reply dissolves on my tongue, morphing into a gasp when Broadway licks me again. The tip of his tongue thrusts into my pussy, the sensation so divine it makes my knees wobble. He does it again, and again, fucking me with his tongue for a few delirious moments before he latches onto my clit.
And oh my God... he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“That feels so good,” I mewl, tangling my fingers in his hair to push him down further. “Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t say anything, but the tip of his tongue toys with my clit faster. Moans and gasps fill the room. It doesn’t take long before my hips start working and I’m pushing myself further into his mouth, looking for just a little more friction that will set me off.
I’ve never experienced an orgasm as potent as the one I had last night. Having Broadway close, his dark eyes shining with awe, with pure emotion, eradicated any inhibitions I had and for the first time in what feels like forever, I didn’t fight the release. I didn’t suppress. I wanted it. I wanted to feel good in Broadway’s arms.
“I need...” I tug his hair harder, my hips circling. “Just a little... God , Broadway, I need—”
“More,” he growls. “I know, baby.” His right hand leaves my hip and moves between my legs, one finger stroking my pussy. “You’re so wet, Violet.” He pushes one finger inside me. That alone has my blood singing in my ears but then he strokes my G spot and my back arches from the bed. “That’s it, that’s it. So fucking close, aren’t you? Work with me.”
His hot tongue flicks the sensitive button, his finger curls into my G spot, my body’s glistening with sweat, and every thought falls away. All I can focus on is Broadway. His touch, his grunts, the pleasure he’s offering.
Dark spots dance before my eyes a second before the release hits. I come with a gasp, my thighs cramping, legs shaking. The bedroom fills with my moans, and Broadway’s loaded words.
“You have no idea how gorgeous you are when you orgasm, baby. How good you taste.” He eases his finger out of me, and uses his thumb to gently circle my clit, prolonging the aftershocks rocking through me. “Can I have one more on my tongue before you come on my cock in the shower?”
A dreamy smile spreads across my lips. “Since you asked so nicely.”