13. Miceli #2
“Okay.” Fuck. The innocence in her simple answer had my dick pressed against the front of my slacks while I sat there. I held myself still, waiting, as she crossed the room. “You were gone when I woke up.”
“I had an important meeting.” I held open my arms, uncertain if she’d take the offer or refuse.
When her lithe, petite form slid onto my lap, a shudder worked through me.
“How are you feeling now?” Tipping up her chin, I could see some shadows from her traumatic experience, lurked within her eyes.
I wanted to erase those. Replace them with better memories.
“Sore. Not like before though,” she murmured before licking her bottom lip. Her tongue grazed the tip of my thumb, lashing me with heated pleasure. Did she even realize what she’d done? Did she care? Was the better question.
“Stephanie,” I whispered, palming her cheek. “What are you doing? What do you want from me?”
“I don’t know.” She swallowed hard. “You’d think I’d never done this before.”
“Seduce a man almost twice your age?” I teased, running my thumb across her bottom lip. “I would hope you haven’t. I might become possessive of you.”
She stared at me, a mix of curiosity and disbelief filled her eyes. “Why? I lied to you.”
“You were protecting yourself. You walked right into the lion’s den, like a little sheep, looking for sanctuary.
” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her to me so she couldn’t leave while also being careful of her bruised ribs.
“While I don’t appreciate being kept in the dark, you also had no way of knowing.
If you told me the truth, I would still be your ally.
The things I have learned today might have made you consider different arrangements. ”
She frowned. “What did you learn?”
“Are you sure you want to have this conversation now, or would you rather seduce me?” I was more than fond of the seducing choice.
She fit perfectly into my lap. Her hip nestled against me, and I was sure she could feel the hardness of my cock pressing against the zipper of my pants.
“The door is locked, you know. We won’t be interrupted. ” This time.
She exhaled roughly. “I want both.”
I expected as much. She deserved to know what her father had done and why his life had been taken.
Why her mother’s life had been forfeited along with her brother.
She straddled my lap, the thin barrier of her panties met the crotch of my slacks, surprising me even more.
The idea of her leaving the cottage like this, walking the short distance with my men outside, watching over her and us, had me growling with displeasure.
The notion a slight breeze might have exposed what was mine, had me wanting to take her over my knee and— Not now.
Not yet. She is still too fragile. Too afraid.
Later, when she is blissful, ready, begging, then you can have your filthy way with her.
Corrupt her from the inside out. Bend her to your darkest will.
The thought had my cock growing painfully hard.
Palming her ass, I pulled her closer. “Are you sure?” I groaned, brushing her nose with mine. “One taste of you and you’ll never be rid of me.” Grinding her down on me, her gasp of surprise went straight to my groin.
“Yes.” Her beautiful grey eyes drifted close as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
This close to her, I could smell the soft floral accents of her body soap.
See the small freckles I hadn’t noticed until now tracking across the bridge of her nose.
Discovered the darkest of blue flecks in the irises of her beautiful eyes.
God, she was gorgeous.
“Kiss me like you mean it, Stephanie.” I worried if I was the aggressor, I’d scare her with the wickedness crawling through my veins.
She was young. Impressionable. Fuck, why were my hands trembling with the first clash of our lips?
Why did I want to take my time with her—explore every inch of her without interruption?
How had she turn me inside out so easily?
The minute her tongue caressed mine tentatively, all thought fled my mind as my body flooded with arousal and adrenaline. I clung to her, kneading her ass while dragging her across my crotch. Emboldened, she flicked open the buttons of my shirt, exposing my chest to her perusal.
Breaking the kiss, she exhaled roughly and stared at me, unabashedly brazen and curious, before she drew near once more. The path of kisses she spread against my neck and down to dip at the base of my throat, sizzled across my skin.
“The tattoo.” Her husky tone turned me inside out. “I’ve seen that before.”
I moaned, pulling her back to me for another of her drugging kisses.
The Bloody Anarchists symbol with eight blood diamonds denoted my status as a member of a table never meant for us, along with the extra diamond representing my assassin’s status.
We were the elite of the elite. The Bloody Anarchists.
There weren’t many of us with the exact layout as mine, but I didn’t want to talk about it.
I didn’t want to think about the families or the Table.
For now, I was only Miceli, and she was my Stephanie.
“Later. Much, much later.” My fingers pushed at the hem of her shirt, allowing me to touch her.
I had to be careful. The bruising on her side was nasty from her run in, and I didn’t want to hurt her.
She shivered in my arms, arching her back, pushing those perfect, lush breasts of hers into my face.
I wanted to suck on her nipples. Hear her cries of pleasure.
Feel her climax on my cock while I lashed her hard peaks with my tongue.
Fuck, I was in over my head here, but all I cared about was her.
Laying my claim to her physically in the most primal way.
Damn it, I shouldn’t have this kind of reaction to her.
She was grieving. She’d been attacked. Yet the more her mouth moved over mine, her tongue teasing mine, I couldn’t stop this carnal attraction.
Stephanie pulled back, breaking the kiss while she tugged her shirt off, exposing all of her beautifully tanned flesh to my gaze.
She was an impeccable present I’d treasure forever, given half the chance.
Burying my face between her breast, I inhaled.
“Fuck.” I nipped and sucked on her soft skin, nibbling a path to her nipple before drawing the point between my lips.
Her soft cry, along with her fingers fisting my hair, holding me to her, spurred me on.
I reveled at the way her panties dampened by the second, searing my cock.
I wanted this to last for hours, but I also knew that was unrealistic with the way things were going.
“Pull my zipper down, Stephanie. Touch me.”
She shivered again, tucking the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth.
Temptress, that’s what she was. Her hesitancy and slight stroke of her fingers as she teased my lower stomach before releasing my belt, then the fastener of my pants, had me holding my breath.
Each of her actions were deliberate. She meant to prolong this for as long as possible.
I wouldn’t stop her. I didn’t want it to end either.
Like I told her; one taste. One peek of the woman she’d hidden from me, and I’d never let her go.
I hissed, biting down on her nipple as she palmed my erection.
Her delicate hand fisted me, pumping my length at a slow, maddening pace.
Sparks of pleasure spread through me, tensing my muscles in the most delicious ways.
The only barrier between us was the scrap of lacy material I wondered if she’d purchased them while she’d been out earlier.
If she had, did she buy them for me to see?
The dangerous beast within me, the one I hadn’t nurtured with bloodshed in several years, came to life, seeking something new to feed on.
With one hand, I grasped the hem of her panties and with the other; I held her still as I ripped the scrap of material from her body.
Her whimper of displeasure was adorable.
I’d buy her more, then tear those from her— my pussy—when she let me.
“Miceli...” she moaned, arching to me again. “I just bought those.”
“I’ll get you more,” I replied, as if it was no big deal and it wasn’t. “Don’t worry.”
A slight chuckle fell from her lips. “I wasn’t.”
“Good.” I went back to feasting on her while she stroked my dick. “Keep that up and this will be over before we start.”
“That’s hot,” she murmured, her eyelids drooping from bliss. “I want to watch you come, Miceli. I want to see you lose control.”
I snarled. “Not this time. Later. After we’re both sated.” I slowed her hand. “This time I’m going to fuck you.” Gripping her hip, I helped position her where I wanted her. The minute the heat of her cunt caressed the crest of my erection, I sucked in a breath. “Last chance to back out.”
“Never.” She shook her head, lowering herself onto me.
The first quiver of her channel had me tensing.
Dizzy and lightheaded, I held fast as inch by inch she lowered herself onto me.
The whining, strangled sounds she made at the back of her throat were arousing, exciting me to the point of pain.
I wanted to shove deep inside of her and rut in her.
I didn’t though. This was for her as much as it was for me. “Miceli...”
“Right here, sweetheart,” I whispered, pressing kisses to her neck. “What do you need?” She twitched around me, accommodating me. The wet heat of her snug pussy left me on edge, desperate in ways I couldn’t explain, nor had I experienced in years.
“Fuck me,” she begged, running her fingernails down my exposed chest. “Hard.”