Chapter Thirteen #3
We had been in Boston for three hours, stopping at my condo before coming here.
She remained in her tight dress, made to tempt demons like me.
The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, and my eyes roamed freely over her full breasts, delicious hips and toned legs.
When I looked back up to her face, she wore a smile—a genuine one.
“Do you smile at all men who look at your body?” I asked, raising a brow.
“I have only wanted one man to look at me,” she said as she took in my appearance. I shredded the suit jacket after I returned to the condo, standing before her in black slacks, and black button up. There was a meeting with the manager of the Red Sox as soon as we landed.
“I've wanted to look at you for years, Karina,” I admitted, stopping the elevator between floors and stepping to her. “I want to ruin that red lipstick, or do you want to look fresh in front of these worthless men?” I asked softly, grabbing her face in my hands, my fingers sinking into her hair.
“It’s smudge proof,” she breathed. My nostrils flared.
“I do love a good challenge,” I growled as I crushed my lips to hers, consuming her, needing to inhale her life before I walked into a room of death.
She kissed me back with the same force, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Her tongue met mine, and the need to fuck took over. I hadn’t fucked in months.
Not since I saw her in the street.
Not since she became mine once more.
My cock didn’t want anyone else but her—and I had been going absolutely mad because of it.
She bit my bottom lip tentatively, testing the waters. I chuckled.
“Such a gentle angel.”
“Call me 'baby' again,” she begged into my mouth.
I released a growl, shoving her against the mirrored wall, kissing down her neck. She moaned into my ear.
“Once my hand goes up this dress, I'm going to find you bare for me, correct?” I quipped, trailing a single hand down her body, stopping to squeeze her breast. When I told her this morning that she wasn’t allowed to wear underwear, that wasn’t just bedroom talk—I meant it.
She let out a whimper that sounded like a plea.
“Words, Karina.” I licked and sucked her neck, feeling her rapid pulse against my tongue as my hand yanked the fabric up to her thighs.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I hissed, gripping her soft thigh.
“Yes, sir.”
“Mmm, let’s see if my angel likes to lie to me.” My hand slid across her heavenly skin, the tips of my fingers finding the apex of her thigh. Bare.
As I bit her neck, I shoved my knee between hers, placing her on my thigh. My fingers found her pussy, her arousal instantly coating them as I rubbed her clit.
“Fuck that hand, baby,” I groaned into her skin, rubbing her clit in circles.
She gasped and began moving her hips against me, my fingers sliding in and out of her warmth, her reflection of ecstasy all around me—my own personal heaven.
My free hand palmed her ass, aiding her as she chased her pleasure.
I lifted my head to watch her, her eyes closed, her mouth open as she gasped and moaned for me.
The look on her face could possess a demon. She succeeded—color me possessed.
I chuckled, halting my movements when she came close to her peak, my darkness loving the way her legs shook around mine.
“Collin,” she whined as I placed one more kiss against her neck. Such a greedy angel. She was right: her lipstick was perfect. Her ponytail wasn’t as perfect, and I took pride in that. Her head was resting against the mirrored wall, her eyes still closed in ecstasy.
“You like it when I call you ‘baby’?” I taunted, bringing her bare pussy onto my thigh.
“Yes,” she cried as I moved her up against me, her arousal coating the fabric of my slacks, making a mess on me.
“Why?”
“Because that’s what you called me in my fantasies.”
I halted my movements at her words.
She—thought of me?
Something primal—raw—came alive inside me, breaking all barriers.
I moved her off of my thigh, and in the next second, I shoved two fingers into her tight, magnificent, pussy, her cry of pleasure went straight to my cock as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“You fuck yourself to me, baby?” I rasped, kissing her lips, unable to wrap my head around her confession. This angel, this pure piece of heaven, imagined me—a monster, a demon--when she sought pleasure.
Fuck.
“Yes,” she moaned once I dove down to her neck again, licking and sucking her pulse point, needing to make sure that this was real. She was here with me.
“You do this in my house? In the bed I bought you?” I growled, my cock weeping against my zipper.
Images of her in that bed, her blonde hair spread out on her pillow, her hand in those little panties, fucking herself to me when I wasn’t home…fuck.
My fingers fucked her hard and fast, and my thumb found her clit.
She nodded, too lost in lust to use her words.
I kissed her neck and found her lips. “Did you touch this little pussy before I watched you sleep?” I asked against her lips as I ruthlessly fucked her with my hand.
The elevator alarm went off around us, but I didn’t give a shit.
I wanted her to come.
I craved it. She nodded against me again, an unsteady breath leaving her. I found her ear, my lips caressing the skin there.
“Did your demon fuck you good, baby? Did I make you scream?” My voice was raw with primal need.
“Y—yes,” she moaned, her hips moving against me shamelessly as her climax came closer and closer. I looked down between us, entranced by her body.
She would never part from me again.
This angel belonged to a demon now.
She would be by my side when I took what was mine.
“Scream for me, Karina. Let them all hear your sins,” I whispered, kissing her gently right before she came apart. It was beautiful, every time a work of art.
“Collin! Oh God—Col!”
“That’s a good little angel. Give your demon all of it, soak his hand, baby.
” I whispered, thrusting into her, causing her little pussy to make a bigger mess.
She began to shake as the door was pried open from behind me.
Not taking my eyes off her, with my free hand I withdraw one of my blades.
I snapped it over my shoulder, and a cry of agony had my eyes looking up into the mirror for a second, just in time to see a bouncer fall backwards, the blade in his eye.
My angel whimpered, moaning in pleasure as she came down from her high. I kissed her once more as I gently pulled out of her warmth. Keeping my leg between hers, I ordered her to open those eyes. I sucked my fingers, moaning at the taste. “The taste of heaven.”
Once I made sure she was steady, I stepped away from her, ignoring the alarm and screams around me. Her eyes dropped to my crotch, and I smiled. “Karina, we’re late.”
“Don’t you want me to—” She reached for me, but I snatched her wrist, cutting off her words. My jaw tightened as I looked into her pleading eyes.
“You will have my cock, but not here,” I promised, my voice husky and rough.
“Why not?”
Calmly, I turned her to face the mirrors and fixed her ponytail. “Because,” I growled, pressing my erection into her ass. “When I take you, it will not be gentle.”
That was the truth. I would destroy her body, ruining her for anyone else. She arched into me, grinding against me, and I let her, only for a moment.
I smacked her ass.
“Be a good girl,” I hissed, straightening her dress. She turned to face me, and I kissed her. “When we go in there, you speak to no one. We clear?” I said firmly.
“Yes, sir.”
I smirked and pressed the button to open the doors. As she took my arm, I leaned in to whisper into her ear. “Everything I say about you once we exit this box is a lie. None of it is real, and I don’t see you that way.”
She nodded as the doors opened, and we were greeted with a row of guns…pointed directly at us.
A dark smile spread across my face as joy filled my cold heart.
Yay! I got to kill someone!