CHAPTER 25
I jump out of my own skin when the front door slams, and spill the glass of vodka sour all over my T-shirt and shorts.
“For fuck’s sakes…” I mutter to myself, putting the glass down and rising quickly to see who the hell that was.
As I cross the terrace and head inside, I’m more pissed about my spilled drink than the prospect of someone breaking into my penthouse. Even if this was my third one already. But as I step over the threshold, I see only a blur of a person as they disappear in the corridor.
Evelyn?
I thought she was at Vincent’s for that sleepover. I’m annoyed and confused as I storm after her, because I thought I could have some time to breathe. To think. To cool off. She did a fucking number on me, showing up in Midnight in that tight sports bra that pushed her sinful breasts together, her soft skin on display, begging to be touched. I couldn’t stop looking at her arched back, her ass pushed out, and all I wanted was to bend her over that bar, press my hand on her back, and sink my cock in her pussy until she vowed never to be touched—or fucking looked at—by any other man ever again.
My possessiveness over this woman is going beyond protecting. Because I want that more than anything, to keep her in a gilded cage away from this cruel world and give her all she’s ever wanted on a gold platter. I want to keep her in furs and silk, and make sure no hair on her head will ever fall again, unless it’s with her permission. I’m fucking terrified that something could happen to her. Yet, I want to be the one to break that sweet body of hers, and I want her to give me permission to do it. Even as I know now that she wants to fuck without it.
I can smell the ginger and brown sugar scent of her as I follow the trail through the corridor. It reminds me of her tight pussy and how responsive she was to my touch. Even when I came at her in the darkness—especially then. Groaning, I adjust my cock inside my boxers, squeezing it hard into submission.
It doesn’t work.
Not when I hear the shower start and all I can imagine is my Evie darling, naked beneath the spray. She’s sin and innocence wrapped into one, she’s the threat to my heart and the only thing that could save it. And I’m fucking terrified that she’ll decide to walk away from Queenscove and leave with it.
But I open the bathroom door anyway, stripping my clothes on the way to the shower she’s standing under with her eyes closed, and before I can think too long about that fear, I’m down on my knees behind her, my face buried between her cheeks seeking that hot, delicious center of her as she yelps and attempts to jump away. My arm circles around her before she can move, but doesn’t relax even when she realizes it’s me.
“Get off me, Finnigan! Why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to be busy? Buried in some new pus—”
“I lied.” I interrupt her with a growl, sinking my teeth in the flesh of her ass cheek. I expect another yelp, but she hisses instead, pushing against me.
“Why?”
“Because the only pussy I can bear to think of anymore is yours. And I felt like punishing you for it. Being alone here was safer.”
“And now?” She pauses, her muscles finally melting into me as she stifles a mewl. “Do you still want to punish me?”
“I fear I may never stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Evelyn reaches back, raking a hand through my hair, and tugs me into her.
So hungry and demanding. Placing a hand on her back, I push until she’s bent over and fully exposed to me, and now… I’m ready to fucking feast.
And feast I do.
I lick her from front to back, paying special attention to her clit, pressing my tongue over the hooded nerve bundle and circling it over and over until she cries out and her legs shake. She’s so sensitive, so beautifully responsive, that she doesn’t need much attention there to find that coveted peak. And that’s why I move to the center of her instead. I know already that she’ll be writhing with pleasure when I fuck her with my tongue, swiping on her inner walls like she’s the end to my hunger, the cure to my starvation. I’ll only bring her to the edge, drive her crazy with pleasure, but not offer enough to topple her over and light that fire she so desperately wants to burn in. I lick and stroke, push and circle, until every muscle in her body is screaming in strain along with her sweet, throaty voice.
Maya’s not here, so Evie can be as loud as she craves.
“I can’t… I’m going to fall…”
She moans, but I ignore her, because I’m convinced she won’t deny herself this pleasure by crumbling to the floor. So I continue, teasing her clit only enough to edge her beautiful soft body, I’m loving more and more each day. Each pound she’s been gaining has added to her beauty, because she looks healthier, happier, safer in her own skin, and never did I think that it would stir my cock quite in this way.
Thrusting my tongue in her tight little cunt may just be my new favorite pastime, especially when she bears down on my face seeking more of it.
“Finnigan!” she yells when once again I attack her clit only enough for the flames to lick her skin, but not enough to set her on fire.
“Beg me, Evie darling.”
But I only get a broken whimper in response.
“Tell me what you want,” I encourage.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please… please make me come.”
Music to my fucking ears.
I rise as she cries in frustration, but before the sound finds its end and she rises too, I press my hand to her mouth, pulling her body flush with mine, her back to my front, and reach over to that sensitive bundle of nerves. She’s screaming against my hand as I bear down on her clit, then with small circular motions I bring her closer and closer to the roaring fire. My hand on her mouth is a play into her fantasy, not a restriction of her enticing cries, and as her legs begin to shake, her small arms grabbing onto my forearms frantically, I know she loves it. Then I add just a bit more pressure and the minx explodes, delicious whimpers against my palm as her naked flesh shudders against my own.
I let her ride the waves of pleasure, removing my hand from her core when her legs tighten around it, her nerves crying from the sensitivity, but she holds onto me like I’m her lifeline. And Christ, that feels really fucking good.
But I’m not done with the minx. When she twists in my arms and jumps me, forcing me to catch her as she wraps her whole body around mine, and straddles my hips, I know she’s not done with me either.
I wanna fuck her in this shower, let her body slide onto my cock and take her until there’s nothing but our screams keeping this building standing. But Evelyn deserves better than a quick fuck against the cold tiles. She moans my name into my mouth as she kisses me feverishly, and my resolve threatens to break. But I rein it in, kiss her senseless, taking her breath away and replacing it with mine.
The spray of the shower is starting to get in the way of my enjoyment of her, so I walk us out and attempt to put her back down on her feet. But the minx clings to me, refusing to let go, biting my lip and pulling me back in the maddening spell of her lush lips. We’re dripping wet, and since I have a feeling she won’t let go enough for us to get dry, I prop her ass on the counter and laugh when she yelps at the cold contact. I reach over for the towel hanging on the side, and bring it up to her hair, soaking up the water running down it. She flinches, breaking the kiss, and I want to ask why, but the moment is gone. I’m already moving on to my own hair and she’s already distracted.
“Oh…” She presses her pointer finger to her parted lips, gawking down between us.
I don’t need to check to know she’s looking at my hard cock pressed between our bodies. I don’t want to either, because she is so much more interesting to stare at—her body language, her reaction, her innocent doe eyes beaming with lust.
“You are…” She trails off. “Can I touch you?” she asks, hesitation quieting her voice.
“I might die if you don’t.”
I think she’s gonna swipe a finger over the head or something, but when her small hand wraps around me, the feel of her is almost too much. Hissing, I press a hand against her ass and pull her so hard into me, her back arches, head falling back, and I know her clit has made the perfect contact, because she hitches her hips up, seeking the burning sensation that drives her in that sweet oblivion.
I can’t fucking take this anymore.
Throwing the towel on the floor, I bring her off the counter as she tightens her legs around my hips, and carry her straight to my bedroom. I throw her on the bed, giving her no time to breathe before I jump on top of her, caging her in as I slide my knees under her legs, and crush my lips to hers.
Sweet moans fill my mouth as she reaches for my back, pulling me down to her. I let her, because her tight nipples against my skin are heaven on earth, and I’m growing addicted to the sensation of her bare skin against my own.
But I break the kiss before my cock can start making decisions for me.
“Evie, please stop me from doing thi—”
“No,” she says it before I even finish the sentence.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’ve already been hurt, Finnigan. You’ll be the one to wipe away those memories from my body.”
Fuck.
I can’t bear the thought of Bartiste having touched her, broken her, and marred her flesh and mind with his filth. Evelyn Shaw is mine, and I won’t allow the memory of another man to ruin her.
When I press my lips to her now, she sighs and mewls into them, feeling the surrender in my touch.
I can’t stop myself. I don’t want to anymore.
She wraps her legs around my hips, her pretty cunt pressing against my cock, and I know there’s no escape for me. The need to be inside of her prevails over my conscience.
I pull away and reach for my nightstand drawer, finding a condom and ripping the packet with my teeth. I keep waiting for the moment she’ll scream me off and tell me she’s changed her mind, but it never comes. Even as I sit back on my haunches and roll the rubber over my aching cock, her curious gaze roams over my body, but it’s the way she gently bites the side of her bottom lip that turns it lustful.
And yet, she still doesn’t change her mind.
When I sink two fingers in her aching, tight cunt, just because I find a twisted comfort in the feel of her, she arches her back and presses into me, seeking more.
And still… she doesn’t say no.
So I lean over her, braced on one arm as I look into her silver eyes exploding in a gold ray in the center, and drag the tip of my cock down the warm seam of her pussy until I reach the spot that makes her tense the most.
“One last chance, Evie darling.”
She grabs me by the sides of my neck, demanding my attention as she holds me into her hypnotic gaze.
“I’ll take my chance on you. Fuck me, Finnigan!” And on that sultry, breathy voice, her legs tighten around my hips and with a jolt, she presses me into her, urging me to take what she so willingly offers, stunning the hell out of me.
I let go of my reservations, but my eyes threaten to roll into the back of my head at the vice-like tightness of her. As I groan at the confusing, ridiculous pleasure skirting at the edge of pain, she squeals and stills, nails digging too hard into my back as her whole body goes rigid.
“Evie…” I whisper, my mouth falling open as my mind plays through the myriad of sensations and thoughts.
What the fuck?
I knew she was tight, but this is too much. She’s too tight.
Her eyes are wide, her breathing quick and shallow, and her mouth fallen open on a silent scream. The shock turns to confusion, then surprise.
Oh my god!My thoughts are catching up to hers.
“Evie darling, I thought… Are you still a virgin?”