Chapter Eleven #4
My fingers did as he commanded, pain shooting through me and eventually mixing with pleasure. I began to move my hips against his hand, needing more.
“Yes, sir,” the man said from the other side of the door, startling me again. I thought he had left.
Collin’s thumb rubbed my clit in fast circles, my pussy leaking for him; no doubt I was making a mess on his hand. That turned me on even more. I couldn’t get enough.
He watched me, studied me as he played with me like I was a toy. His toy.
I moaned, my back arching as my body continued to tremble all over again.
When I looked up at him again, that painfully handsome face was soft.
His jaw was slack, his face relaxed and in awe…
of me. It was his next words that drove me high into oblivion once more, reaching a level of pleasure I never thought I could.
“Come for your demon, baby,” he whispered, his voice gentle.
Baby.
I came again. “Collin! Oh God, Col!” I screamed as his hand went to my throat, squeezing gently.
My body was shaking and convulsing for him, and he watched it all, memorizing every second. He removed his hands, and I gasped for air, still coming down from euphoria.
Suddenly, I was yanked up, his fingers sliding into my hair as his lips met mine.
He kissed me like I was his air, the only thing he needed to survive.
My tongue touched his, and he let out a moan that morphed into a low growl, causing my stomach to flutter.
I was dripping wet from the three orgasms he gave me, and he was still fully clothed.
My palm cupped his stiff, long erection.
“You're going to fucking kill me, angel,” he muttered as he pulled away.
He removed his hands and took a step back from me.
The sight of those tattooed hands going back into his pockets made my throat thicken.
Did he regret this? Was it just a trick?
All at once, I felt very exposed. I wrapped my arms around myself, covering my breasts and crossing my ankles.
He watched it all, staring at me in silence.
The minutes ticked by as we stared at each other as I tried to convince myself I didn’t imagine what had just happened. A small wave of guilt flushed over me. I was supposed to hate this man; what would my family think?
His touch was supposed to revolt me, not compel me. And yet, here I was, naked and flushed on top of his desk, wanting more of him. I moved my butt and felt the papers under me. I looked down to my right to discover he sat me on top of…reports? Charts, numbers, and bank statements caught my eye.
One thing drew my attention above all else.
Fenway Park.
“Boston?” I questioned, looking back up at him. It was an invitation from the mayor…sent to Collin.
Jesus, how deep did the claws of the Mafia run?
Were there politicians in D.C. Romano had in his pockets, too?
His jaw tightened, but he was still staring at me.
I slid off the desk and closed the space between us, detesting the distance.
My body moved before my brain told it to stop as my hand touched his face, my thumb stroking his cheekbone and my eyes tried to see if his ice walls had melted for me once more.
“Col?” My voice was soft, but a little rough from screaming.
In a flash, his hand gripped my wrist, causing me to gasp.
I expected him to pull my hand away, but he didn’t.
No, he simply held it between our heaving chests like a lifeline.
He bent his head down to mine, stopping an inch or so away from me.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his deep voice laced with guilt.
I blinked in surprise, pulling my head back from him. He was concerned about…
His eyes were on my neck.
The abandoned building. The choking.
“No, you didn’t,” I promised, pushing the memories away.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as he looked away from me, his jaw clenched.
He pushed my hand away, letting it fall between us, but he still had his hand wrapped around my wrist—the lifeline still connected.
Hope flared up inside me. I didn’t want this to be over, didn’t want things to go back to the way they were.
“I will regret that day for the rest of my life, Karina,” he finally said, looking back at me.
“That wasn’t you,” I returned softly. His lips twitched as he cupped my face with his free hand, the touch sending tiny little bolts of electricity through me.
It was unlike anything I have ever felt—his touch.
No other man ever made me feel like that.
His long fingers curled into my hair at the base of my skull.
“Yes, it was. I’m not a good man, angel. There are many things that you don’t know about me, things I'm not willing to tell you.”
He was pushing me away.
Fear gripped me again, stronger than the chokehold he put me in months ago.
No, no, no.
“There is good in you, I know there is,” I said frantically, pulling free of his grasp to wrap my arms around his neck, my body pressing to him. For half of a second, shock crossed his face, but he blinked it away quickly. Still, I saw it.
“You need to go back to your room,” he said, trying to step away from me. I locked my arms tighter. No. He didn’t get to shut me out again. Never again.
“When will you be back?” My voice shook with emotion at the thought of him leaving me behind again.
“Karina,” he warned, his eyes flaring.
“Col, you just played my body like a goddamn instrument. The least you could do is tell me…”
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” he growled, spinning us and slamming me into the nearest wall. A normal woman would be scared now, but I was far from normal, considering that I was in love with a serial killer… That should have been a good indication.
“Don’t slam me up against the wall unless you're going to fuck me into it,” I hissed, digging my nails into his neck, not backing down.
The smile he gave me was feral, making my core weep with desire.
“I plan on fucking you into a lot of things, Karina,” he said darkly as his hands landed on my ass. Oh, fuck. I whimpered as he squeezed my flesh hard…to the point that I knew I would have bruises tomorrow.
“Do it, then,” I gasped as he pressed his hips against me.
He chuckled. “Ever the eager angel you are. So ready to sin for your demon,” he said as his finger skimmed my pussy from behind.
Oh, God.
I shuttered and his forehead dropped to mine, his nostrils flaring as his jaw jumped. I arched into him, giving him more access. A phone rang, causing me to jump, and he was gone from me in an instant, crossing the room as he answered the phone, sliding his hand into his pocket.
“Sir.”
I straightened, a chill trickling down my spine. Collin never addressed anyone like that—except Romano. I swallowed and grabbed the shredded dress off the table. I wrapped the fabric around my body like a towel and sat in his desk chair. Listening.
“It will be taken care of, sir.”
To a stranger, his voice would sound calm, but there was an underlying tone in his voice—anger.
My brows came together as I studied him. After everything we just did, he was put together, no evidence of our passion on him. I noted how his shoulders tensed up, the way his jaw stilled every now and again.
Romano must be telling him something he didn’t like.
“Consider it done, sir.” He hung up the phone and stared at it for a moment.
“Col?” I offered.
Without warning, he threw the device across the room. I jumped as it shattered against the wall. He spun on his heel to face me, charging towards me, icy flames in those eyes. He was pissed, but not at me—at his boss.
I didn’t run.
I didn’t scream.
I held his eyes as he gripped my jaw in his tattooed hand before he leaned down, his eyes searching mine. They darkened slightly, most likely because my soul just threw a party, and he saw the fucking confetti.
“Who owns you?” he growled.
“You do,” I said instantly, fear absent from my voice.
“There's no going back after this, Karina,” he warned. “I am going to ask you again, who owns you?”
“Collin owns me,” I said, putting my hands on his chest. “I’m yours, Col.”
“That’s right, baby. You and your tight little pussy belong to me,” he said gruffly, touching my clit. I let out a small moan.
“Don’t you have a plane to catch?” I asked as my eyelids fluttered closed.
“Not until I've tasted what’s mine,” he said, his voice deeper than before.
My eyes opened just in time to see him drop to his knees—one of the most dangerous men in the world, on his knees—for me.
My chest rose and fell rapidly as he pulled my legs apart, hooking them over his shoulders.
He ran a single finger up and down my folds, sending an electric wave of pleasure through me.
“So wet for your demon,” he murmured as he inhaled my scent. I found my mouth falling open for the second time. Did he just—
“I have dreamt of tasting you for nearly a fucking decade, so forgive me if this gets a bit messy,” he continued, keeping his eyes on my core. He looked like a man starved, rabid—feral. Primal.
Before I could respond, his tongue was on me, and I saw heaven’s gates slipping away from me. The sins I committed for this demon were my one-way ticket to hell, and I welcomed it. My hands went to his head as he licked my clit over and over slowly. Up and down. He was torturing me.
“Col,” I whimpered. “Please.”
He looked up at me, smiling harshly as he kept his pace. Then he bent, impaling me with his tongue, lapping me up.
“Oh,” I cried as he growled, his hands wrapping around my thighs.
“If that agent ever catches me, and I get put on death row, this pussy will be my last meal before they put me in the chair,” he hissed against my clit before he slammed a finger into me, flicking my clit with that wicked tongue.
“You can’t—you won’t be on death row,” I breathed as my legs began to shake, my hands stroking his head.
He grunted, burying his face in my pussy like it was the last thing he would ever taste. He rose higher on his knees, bringing the lower half of my body with him as his arm held me up under my ass. This man was bending me like a pretzel.
Bending me to his will, feasting on me like he could survive on me alone.
“This is the closest to heaven I'll ever be,” he groaned into my clit, the vibrations stirring me even more, leisurely thrusting a single finger in and out of me.
Those ice eyes snapped down at me.
“Come on my tongue. Feed me, Karina.” He latched onto my sensitive bundle of nerves and sucked, groaning into me.
I was gone. Words left my mouth, but my brain couldn’t register what they were. I bucked and squirmed, clinging to his head as he continued to fuck me with his face through my orgasm. Many minutes passed—or hours. I didn’t know. My body was trembling with pleasure, as he licked me slowly.
“Such a good girl,” he praised between his kisses while I came down from my high. He sat me down gently before standing up, his handsome face glistening with me. I moaned at the sight.
“You are sexy with my cum on your face,” I breathed, my body spent. He smirked at me.
“Seeing you well fucked is a work of art, angel.”
I smiled up at him, my heart happy. My Col was back.
His smirk fell as his face grew serious. “Ever been to Boston?”