Chapter Eleven #3
“Are you scared of me, angel?”
“No,” I pushed out, trying to sound strong.
“Would you like me to get some clothes for you?”
Yes. Since you find me repulsive and won’t look at me. “No.”
“Then why are there tears in your eyes?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do,” he said, his voice the softest it had ever been with me “Tell me why.”
I looked back into his eyes then. “You kiss me, you strip me, and you won’t look at me.”
“I am looking at you,” he said.
“You won’t look at my body.”
“Angel.” It came out as a quiet, hushed laugh, causing my heart to leap. “You haven’t given me permission to look at you.”
I—what?
I lifted my head up to look at him even more, and I looked at his groin. There was a noticeable bulge that sent a chill down my body.
My demon was huge.
“As I told you months ago, I am not gay, Karina. Far from. But I will hold your eyes until you want me to look at you. I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”
“But you kissed me,” I whispered.
“A momentary lapse in control,” he said, waving a hand around.
“Do you want to look at me?” I questioned.
His jaw clenched, and he turned his head to look at the window. “I want a lot more than that, but I am grateful for anything you give me.”
Grateful.
I rubbed my thighs together, unable to help the desperate need for friction between my legs. “I want you.”
He snapped his head back to me, brows lifted. “What?”
“I want you.”
“Want me to what?” he urged, every muscle in his body tensing before me.
“I just want you, Collin. All that you can give me,” I whispered.
I knew that somewhere deep down, underneath those layers of darkness, my Collin was in there.
My Collin, who laughed at my jokes and held my hair back when I was face to face with a toilet bowl.
The guy who stood up for me. The guy who would randomly stop by the burger joint to check on me.
Goodness was in him, and I wasn’t afraid to go into the darkness to find it again.
“Look at my body, please. Please look at me,” I begged out loud for the first time.
The words felt foreign on my tongue. A pained look flashed across his face before his icy blue eyes trailed down my body. The room was silent as he drank me in, slowly, as if he was trying to burn the image of me into his retinas.
“Perfect,” he breathed. “You are perfect, Karina.”
His words caused my aching heart to scream for joy. I'd wanted to hear those words for years, those words from his lips.
“Do you want me?” I questioned, my voice shaking with emotion
He pulled his eyes away from my breasts to meet mine.
“I crave you,” he growled, leaning over me, his tattooed hands landing on either side of my head, his thighs brushing the inside of mine as I spread my legs for him.
“Collin,” I gasped, my body trembling underneath him though he had yet to touch me.
“You are the only one,” he rasped, looking down at my body, like a starving man looking at a feast.
“The only one?”
“I want to taste you,” he growled, his eyes snapping up to meet mine.
He was waiting for permission.
Why was this ruthless man being so timid with me?
“You kill people,” I said without thought.
“Yes.”
“You enjoy it.” We both knew that.
“Yes.”
“You take what you want.”
“Never with you.”
My mouth fell open, and he smirked.
It was small, but it had the power to shake the Earth.
“Why are you waiting for my permission when I already said I want you?” I asked, my brows coming together in confusion.
“Karina, I respect you. I may be a monster, but when I go to hell, it won’t be for taking something that wasn’t offered to me.”
There’s my Collin—my Col.
I remained silent, staring up into those eyes I adored so much.
Timidly, I reached up to trace my index finger down his jawline, memories of last night causing butterflies to form in my stomach.
His hand snapped to my throat and I moaned as he pressed his erection against my soaked core.
The contact shocked me. Second confirmation; he was huge.
“Col,” I gasped softly—a damn near whimper. My clit was humming with need, desperate for friction.
This man could rip me in half if he wanted.
He clenched his jaw as he began to move his hips against me.
My eyes rolled back; my spine arched, wanting to be closer to him.
My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers stroked the base of his skull, the rough edges of his shaved head adding even more sensations to the mix.
He was jagged and sharp. I was soft.
“Let me be perfectly clear, angel. I value consent.” His voice was harsh and rough, and I opened my eyes to find him glaring down at me like a mad man. He thrusted against me. Hard. The force of his hips moved the desk.
I gasped, my arms tightening around his neck. “Col.”
“I am not a gentle lover,” he growled. “The second you say yes, you are mine and mine only. I only need to hear it once, do you understand? You say that three letter word, then I fuck you whenever and however I want. Your body will belong to me. I will own you.” He squeezed my throat, humping me faster.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my head falling back against the wood.
My legs wrapped around him instinctively, my ankles locking just above his ass, earning me a growl that resided in his chest. He made the hottest sounds.
It was fucking porn to me. I loved it. His erection rubbed my clit, up and down…
up and down. I knew his pants were probably soaked with me.
I loved that too. I wanted him covered in me.
“Say it, angel. Say that word for me.”
The friction of his pants, the hardness of his erection, the weight of his clothed body on top of mine, his voice.
It was all too much. I reached my peak; I couldn’t stop it—I didn’t want to.
My back arched up, my neck following suit, and my legs squeezed him as I cried out. “Yes!” I chanted over and over.
He released me, growling my name.
“Fuck,” he hissed. He shoved two fingers into me, and a sound escaped me I'd never heard before. Raw and animalistic. I hadn’t slept with anyone in years...
He let out a sound, matching mine.
I wanted to hear it again.
Every day of my fucking life.
“Kiss me,” I begged as he began fucking me ruthlessly with his fingers. He ignored me, his head bent, watching my body take his thick, tattooed fingers. He was in a trance. My hands slid to his face and pulled him to me. His lips hit mine as his thumb began to circle my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned against his full, scorching lips
“Come,” he demanded, kissing me again.
“I—I can’t—”
He pulled my ponytail, forcing my chin up. “You'll come for me whenever I fucking tell you to, Karina.” His hand worked me faster, the blinding pleasure building as I moved my hips with his hand, my body needing more—all of him. His mouth found my ear, the feather light touch only adding my bliss.
“Be a good girl and come for your demon,” he ordered, his voice low and husky.
I was gone.
I cried out his name over and over as he continued to fuck me with his hand without mercy. He hissed in approval before kissing me again.
“Mine. Mine. All mine,” he growled into my skin, trailing his bites and hot kisses down my neck to my breasts. He removed his hand from my pussy, and I watched in awe as he sucked off his index finger. Then, he pointed his middle finger at me, his tattoos glistening with me.
“Open.”
I opened my mouth, and he shoved it in. “Suck. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” I did, tasting myself. A moan escaped me at the realization that he was the one making me do this. He returned his attention to my breasts.
“I’m going to fuck these, but not now,” he murmured before closing his mouth around my erect, pink nipple.
“Col,” I moaned around his finger, and he bit me. Hard. I cried out.
“Did I tell you to stop?” he asked, looking into my eyes. His pupils were dilated, so much so that there was only a small ring of ice blue left, making him look wild.
I shook my head.
“Now you get to suck two.” He stuck his index finger into my mouth. “Suck, Karina.”
A knock on the door had both of our heads snapping up. His palm landed on the top of my mouth, his other hand going down to my pussy. He began circling my clit again, hard and fast. Pleasure erupted throughout my body, and I moaned against his hand. He rose, his hands remaining where they were.
“What?” he barked, his eyes on my pussy.
He was playing me like an instrument. I was at his mercy, ready to play every song he told me to.
As I struggled to wrap my head around what was happening, my heart soared, free falling through the air, and my body…
it didn’t belong to this planet. It belonged to the dark, vicious man standing above me.
“Sir, the jet is waiting for you at the airstrip.”
He was leaving again?
I didn’t want him to leave, not after this, and especially not until we finished. I had nine years to catch up on, and I had no plans on stopping.
His eyes snapped to mine as his jaw jumped, and he shoved a third finger into my pussy. I moaned against his palm, my hands gripping his arm as he stretched me. My body struggled to open for him, his long digits slamming inside me over and over.
"Touch your breasts,” he clipped at me. My hands slowly trailed down to them, giving him a show, anything that would get him to stay.
“Have my bags brought to the foyer. Tell the captain I will be down when I'm finished here,” he barked, his hand fucking me still.
I felt it coming, my legs beginning to shake.
Jesus, it used to take me half an hour to climax on my own, and this man—this demon of a man—had made me reach my peak twice in less than ten.
My fingers teased and rubbed both nipples gently, sending short waves of pleasure through my body.
His eyes were on my hands, and I loved it.
I loved that he was looking at me now, after years of avoiding me.
“Pinch those pretty nipples, angel. Hard. Pretend it’s me,” he ordered.