Chapter 7 #2
Her gaze flicked to the door, then back to me.
She didn’t move. Didn’t run.
Was she deciding whether the wolf in front of her was safer than the ones outside?
“What the hell are you talking about?” she hissed.
“It doesn’t matter. Just know that there was no way Mac could have protected you from him.”
Her crimson lips pursed as she considered my words. “You just dragged me in here to mess with me, didn’t you?”
I wanted to do more than mess with her.
“He’s not the type to provoke.” As I skimmed my finger across her collarbone, she shuddered. It wasn’t from fear, though. Lust permeated those shining blue orbs behind the dainty butterfly mask.
A sense of déjà vu rushed over me, almost as if I’d stared into these very eyes before, but that was impossible.
“I’m quite capable of taking care of myself.” Her words had more conviction than they ever should with regards to Bass.
“He’d shatter every bone in your tiny body, little lamb.”
“Stop calling me that,” she hissed.
“But you will be a lamb led to slaughter if you go out there alone.” That mouth of hers, even scowling, had me mesmerized. Her vanilla and peaches scent would have me drooling soon.
She crossed her arms with a huff. “So, what are my options?” she said. “The psycho outside... or the psycho in here?”
So fucking sassy.
Would she still be such a smartass if I tossed her on that couch, spread her legs, and devoured her cunt? Or would she only scream for more?
She should have been clawing the door down by now, but she stayed. She watched me as if she was weighing something.
Deciding between danger and excitement.
Something reckless flickered in her eyes.
“I have an idea.” My pants were so uncomfortable, my cock begging to be freed, I had to choke back a groan.
There was no way I’d leave without tasting her. She knew it too. She had to have heard it in my voice, felt it in the air.
The girl thrust her hands between us, her nostrils flaring. “I’m not hooking up with a masked stranger in some secret orgy room.”
“That’s the beauty of the whole thing,” I whispered. “No identities. No questions. Just pure, wicked fun.”
She scoffed and then searched my face behind the mask like she was trying to decide whether I’d actually hurt her.
“So either stop me, little lamb.” My mouth hovered over hers. “Or stop pretending you want to.”
I inched closer. Close enough that her breath brushed my lips.
She didn’t move. Didn’t run. Didn’t shove me back.
Her pulse fluttered in her throat, breaths quickening while she remained frozen, as if waiting for a sign.
Stop. Go. Proceed with caution.
Since she didn’t seem keen on making a choice, I made one for her.
My mouth descended on hers in a searing kiss, liquid fire like I'd never experienced before pouring down my spine. Her sweet flavor of peaches and vanilla—only more potent this time—flooded my senses as my tongue swept into her mouth, drawing out the desire she’d tried so hard to hide.
She flattened her palms against my chest, and for a second, I thought she’d push me away.
Instead, the resistance vanished like smoke, and she melted into me.
Her soft moan turned my blood to lava, and my skin blazed under her touch as she unfastened the buttons on my black shirt. I’d had my fair share of wild nights, but no one had ever gotten beneath all my armor, set my entire fucking body alive, like her.
As soon as she stopped fighting, I could almost feel a desperate need consuming her like she was trying to rid herself of something dark and ugly.
I’d take whatever terrible thing she wanted to shed and eat it right up for her.
Once my shirt came off, she broke the kiss and pulled back, running her fingers over the battered and chained heart tattoo on my chest. Her attention lingered on the ink, brow furrowed, like she yearned to know the meaning.
My jaw clenched, and I grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her. I didn’t want to be reminded of her while enjoying this moment of freedom from my heavy disguise.
Familiar with this room and all the toys it offered, I opened the drawer on the left and yanked out a pair of gilded cuffs. She had little time to react before I bound her wrists to a hook on the wall.
“Are you insane?” She jerked against the binds, angry blue flames lighting up her eyes. “You do realize kidnapping me isn’t earning you any brownie points, right?”
My laughter caressed her neck as I dropped kisses on it and dragged my hands up her sides.
“Don’t tell me you didn’t wonder what this was like when you watched those depraved acts out there.
I saw that look in your eyes.” I dipped my fingers into the top of her dress, rubbing her peaked nipples.
Her whimper sent a sharp bolt of pleasure through me.
“I bet you’re fucking drenched right now. ”
The flush on her cheeks deepened, and her irises glazed over, pupils blown out. “Don’t,” she pleaded as I slipped my hand under the hem of her dress.
“Don’t what? Find out how much you’re enjoying this?” I gripped her ass and shoved my leg between hers, forcing her pussy against my thigh.
Her ragged cry had me in a chokehold.
Fuck.
What was it about this girl that stripped me of all my defenses and actually forced me to feel—every damn thing?
The dampness between her legs soaked into my black slacks.
She could take my cock right now. No further preparation needed. She might not be mentally ready, but her body was.
“I knew it,” I growled into her ear, biting it and earning another moan. “Tell me to stop now, and I will.” Even the fucked-up parts of me weren’t sick enough to force a girl.
She went very still.
For a moment, I thought she might end this before it got good.
Then, she whispered, “Don’t stop.”
Her hips rocked against mine, and her back arched as she strained in the bindings.
Angels could have descended from the heavens, and I wouldn’t have paid them a lick of attention, not while I had this sweet girl at my mercy. After tonight, my unchained darkness would tarnish and taint her innocence.
And for some fucking reason, she seemed to like this perverse side of me. Most girls would’ve run.
But she stayed.
She enjoyed me, not the Davenport name or my perfect mask.
Me.
Could I have misjudged her? Maybe she was more dangerous than I thought.
Either way, I wouldn’t let this one go until I’d had my fill.
My hand moved from her ass, and as I snagged the edge of her thong, poised to rip it clean off, a scream tore through the party.