26. Christian
CHRISTIAN
T his plan is either fucking genius—
—Or really fucking stupid.
“This place is amazing,” Mila beams, looking back at me with the biggest fucking smile on her face. She’s got her hair down and that dress on. I took one look at it and knew she would look fucking phenomenal in it.
I rub the spot in my chest absentmindedly, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips.
Goddamn, she’s fucking pretty . . .
Paulina was right. Seeing her out of my sweats and off the island was exactly what we needed.
Mila’s the type of girl who deserves wide open spaces. Space to grow. Space to be herself. Putting her in a cage dims her light, and I’d rather take another hundred bullets to the chest than snuff it out for good.
“What is this place?” she asks, falling into step beside me. I tug her close, intertwining our fingers together.
“The fair,” I glance around, a sense of unease stirring in my chest. As much as I want her to enjoy her day of freedom, it doesn’t mean I fucking like it.
The only thing that helps is knowing I’ve got men stationed around the park, keeping an eye on shit so I can show my girl a good time.
“Are you sure this is okay?” she asks quietly, her fingers soft in mine. I’m realizing now that holding her hand was, in fact, a bad fucking idea. Now, I don’t want to give it up.
“There’s nothing to worry about.”
And if there is, I’ve got a gun in my waistband. One on my ankle, and another in my pocket, with a full mag of hollow points in all three.
No one’s fucking touching her.
Today is about having fun, and I hate the fucking look of fear hidden in her eyes. I’m not sure what I was thinking, bringing her here, but I just . . . needed to give her something that didn’t involve the island or the men hunting us down. Time for just the two of us where there wasn’t an elephant in the room. The fair seemed like the best place to do that.
“When was the last time you came to a fair?” I ask, and she looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. I stare at her in disbelief. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. “Really? Never?”
She shrugs. “It just wasn’t something I think any of us considered. You know my mother.”
“Yeah,” I nod, and she chuckles. She’s not wrong. Monica Parker would have lost her shit if any of the girls had so much as thought about going to a carnival.
But . . . That means she’s never had cotton candy. Never had a corn dog from the fair. Never ridden on a Ferris wheel or a roller coaster and almost vomited.
Fuck that.
“Come on.”
“Hey!” She stumbles along behind me when my fist tightens around hers, and I pull her through the crowd. We’ve got a lot to do, and now that I know she’s never experienced any of it, I need her to experience all of it.
. . . With me.
“Where are we going?” she asks, managing to fall in step with me. I slow down so she can keep up.
“We’re going to have fun,” I murmur, my voice tight. I don’t like having her in a crowd, but I know as well as anyone else that keeping a wild animal caged will only drive it toward the desire for freedom faster.
Besides . . . I have a feeling it’ll be a very, very long time before she wants to have fun with me again when she finds out my secret.
“You know, when you growl it at me, it doesn’t sound like it’s going to be much fun.”
I pull her to a stop at the first item on the list. Cotton candy. I’ve never cared for it, but it’s on the list, so it has to be done. I pay the man and hand her the cone, which she eyes like it’s made of kryptonite.
“I thought this was a myth,” she chuckles, and I grit my teeth, leading her away from the vendor.
“Try it.”
“How?”
I pull her to a stop in the line for the Ferris wheel, rip a piece of the sugary fluff off, and hold it in front of her mouth.
“Open.”
She eyes me, and I fully expect her to deny me, but to my surprise, she opens her mouth, sticking her tongue out and allowing me to place the ball of baby pink fluff on her tongue. My fingers graze the warmth of her mouth, and my cock pulses against my zipper when she closes her lips around my fingers, sucking off the sugary sweetness as it dissolves on her tongue.
“Mmm . . .” she moans, her lips vibrating around my fingers when I slowly slip them from her lips.
Christ, she’s going to be the fucking death of me. Death by permanent fucking hard-on.
I grab another bundle, raising my fingers back to her lips, and, this time, there’s no hesitation in her gaze when she opens for me. My gaze darkens at the flicker of lust in those pretty gray eyes, and I let out a quiet groan under my breath.
“Suck,” I murmur, my voice little more than a growl.
She hollows out her cheeks, another soft little moan slipping from her lips when I press my fingers deeper into her mouth, needing to know how it would feel if it were my cock she was sucking like a popsicle.
“Good fucking girl,” I praise quietly, my other hand holding her cheek. Fuck, I want to taste her. Slip my tongue through the sweetness in her mouth from both the cotton candy and her.
I press into her, my front against hers, and every soft curve of her molds against my hard ridges. Her eyes widen and I think she might actually let me.
Fuck, I’m so hard right now.
“Excuse me?”
You ever hear a noise and just fucking know , if you had to listen to it all day, every day, you’d pitch yourself off the highest fucking building you could find?
A woman a few feet away glares, her arms crossed over her chest, and her hip jutted out in attitude. I half expect her to tap her foot as she glares at me.
Oh, goody.
I cock a brow at her but don’t step back from Mila even when she places her hand on my stomach, her palm dangerously close to my cock.
“There are kids here.”
She’s right. There are plenty of kids here. There’s also no law that states I can’t kiss my woman in public.
“Plenty of—”
“Christian,” Mila cuts me off, placing her hands on my chest. I release her and step back with a smirk at the woman over her head. “We’re very sorry,” Mila says, her cheeks flaming red before she turns over her shoulder and shoots me a look when Supermom walks away in a huff. “That was bad.”
I press my lips to her ear, breathing in her sweet scent. Fuck, I have no control when I’m with her. “That was nothing, sweetheart.”
I turn her around and pull her back against my front. I lean into her like we’re any other loving couple when in reality, I’m enjoying seeing how far I can push her until she breaks for me. Until she’s a shaking, needy mess begging me to fuck her.
The dressing room comes to mind. Her grinding her hips against my hand desperately. Practically begging me to fuck her right there.
Fuck, pressing against her as right now, I want to rock my hips against her ass, but I don’t. This is still new to her, and as much as I love pushing her past her limits, I want her to be comfortable while I do.
So, I decided to tease her instead.
“Maybe I should invite her back home with us when I fuck you for the first time.”
“Christian,” Mila admonishes, but an unmistakable shudder moves through her. We move forward in line, almost to the front now, and all I can think about is what I’m going to do to her when I get her alone.
Well . . . Mostly alone.
There won’t be any supermoms to save her in the air, and judging by the shiver that moves through her where my lips are pressed against her racing pulse in the side of her throat, she knows it too.
“Would you like that, little devil? Showing her that I belong to you and only you while my cock’s buried deep inside you? That my cock is yours to take whenever and wherever you want?”
Her tongue slides out to lick her lips, and the movement goes straight to my cock.
Of course, I’d never let anyone see her or the things I do to her, but watching the way her cheeks darken and her breathing goes shallow is addicting.
I release her the moment the car opens for us to slip inside. It’s a private car, so the sides have taller walls than most, and that’s fucking perfect for what I want.
The next item on the list?
Watching her come at the top of the Ferris wheel like we’re teenagers again.
I help her step inside, and she scrambles to get away from me when I crowd behind her, shutting the door behind us with a snap. Then, we’re moving, and I’m tugging her back into my side. My hand on her bare thigh and my cock pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans.
I bring my lips down, gliding them across her skin the moment we’re out of eyesight of the people below.
“Mr. Cross,” she breathes, though her eyelashes flutter, her lids closing at the brush of my tongue on her skin. Fucking divine. “If you brought me up here because you think I’m going to sleep with you, it’s not happening.”
“Not yet,” I correct, kissing my way up her jaw. Fuck, she smells like heaven. “And when I fuck you, little devil, it’s not going to be just a few minutes.”
“Then, what are you doing?” Her voice is shaky, breathier than usual, and so fucking sexy.
“Reminding you whose pussy this is,” I murmur against her cheek, and anything she was about to say is lost when I lean down and suck the flesh below her ear, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, I’m burning this dress when we get home.”
“Don’t. I like it,” she breathes, her hand coming to rest on my thigh. It’s the most she’s touched me on her own since she had my cock in her throat, and the knowledge that she’s getting more comfortable with me sends a shot of electricity through my veins.
Slipping my hand up her side, I push her hair off her neck and lay it back over her shoulder while she stares up at me from underneath thick lashes. Under my fingertips, I feel her heart rate rise to dangerous levels, and I bite back a smile.
My other hand slips over the smooth skin of her leg, toying with the hem of her dress. She lets out a deep breath when I stroke her inner thigh, her hand resting over mine.
“Christian,” she gasps when I hike the dress up, letting it pool in her lap. She clenches her thighs shut, trying to cover herself and searches around as if a bird’s going to broadcast her bare pussy for the entire park to see. Gently, I push her hand away, forcing her legs back apart.
Taking her chin in my hand, I bring her to face me. “Do you trust me?”
Her gaze travels from my eyes down to my lips, then back up again, and I watch her swallow heavily.
“Yes,” she breathes, so quiet, I barely hear her.
“Then trust me to take care of you.” I kiss the side of her face, feeling her skin warm under my lips. Fuck, I need to kiss her. To taste her.
“Spread your legs.”
I tap her inner thigh, and she obliges, spreading her legs, though I can feel the tension radiating through her. As if I’d ever let anyone see her come undone for me.
I meant what I said when I found out about Phantom. Right now, she’s mine to feed and care for. She’s also mine to please and to play with until this is over.
If anyone thinks they’re taking her away from me, they better bring a fucking body bag—and it won’t be for me.
My hand slides up to grip her dainty throat, the other slipping back under her dress.
“Look at me,” I murmur when she screws her eyes shut, her tongue darting out to lick her lip. Her fingernails dig into my skin. The last time, I had marks for days. This time, I’ll get them tattooed there.
“Christian,” she begs, though I’m not sure even she knows what she’s begging for. I grin, nodding to the door.
“Don’t you want to come, sweetheart?” I purr, slipping my tongue along her jaw and nipping the smooth skin. Her breath hitches, coming in short, shallow pants. “Aren’t you ready for me to please my pussy?”
She lets out a soft whimper when I nip her ear lobe, my tongue soothing the sting.
“Yes.”
“Put your leg up on the door and look out the window, Mila.”
My fingers gently brush her soft inner, thigh over the curve of her mound, then lower until I’m just barely cupping her through the lace of her panties.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” I warn, my voice deeper and hoarse with the need to feel her.
Whimpering softly, she kicks her leg out, placing it on the edge of the door, spreading herself wide for me. We both glance down to where I slip her panties out of the way, my finger slipping between her folds.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath just as we crest the top of the Ferris wheel. Three rotations is all I’ll get to make her come. The cart stops, and we sway in the air for a moment, but I don’t think either of us is really paying attention to the scenery right now.
“What if someone sees?” she exhales under her breath when I rim the shell of her ear. I slip lower, my tongue tracing the smooth column of her neck before I suck on the flesh over her racing pulse.
“Does that make your pussy wet, sweetheart?” I taunt, slipping a finger inside her and gathering her arousal before moving higher to swirl it around her clit. She bites her lip, looking down at what I’m doing to her. “Knowing someone could see you with my fingers buried inside this sweet little cunt?”
She feels so fucking tight, it’s a wonder my cock ever fit the first time. My mouth waters to taste her, and I raise my fingers from her pussy, slipping them in my mouth. I groan, leaning forward and spitting on her clit, and her eyes flutter, heavy and delirious on mine.
Slipping my saliva around the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs, I draw a soft moan from between her lips.
Fuck me. That shit can get addicting.
“Yes,” she admits, her head falling back against the seat behind us when I pinch her clit between my fingers, her lips parting on a silent breath. I slide a finger back inside her, aligning my palm to connect with her clit while I push them in and out of her.
“It turns you on for them to know this pussy belongs to me? That soon, I’m going to spread you out in my bed, and you’re going to be coming all over my cock?”
“Christian . . .” she breathes just as we near the bottom of the wheel.
“Put your leg down.”
Quickly, I still my hand, my thumb giving her gentle, minuscule strokes over her clit when we reach the bottom.
The moment we pass, I push her leg back up and sink inside her again.
“ Fuck ,” I curse under my breath, feeling her walls tighten around me. She’s tighter than I remember. I press against her walls, pushing up to that spot that has her eyes rolling back and her head hitting the seat behind her. “Such a pretty little pussy, sweetheart. Look at me.”
She shivers, her eyes opening to meet mine, a haze covering the pretty gaze. I continue to move inside her, pushing her to accept me while I work a second finger in.
“How’s that feel, Mila?” My voice is rough with the need to fuck her until I’ve had my fill of her. Maybe then, I could get her out of my fucking head long enough to breathe.
“G-good,” she trembles, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.
Fuck, I’d love nothing more than to kiss her. To swallow her desperate little whimpers on my tongue, but she’s not ready. Somehow, kissing is more intimate than my fingers in her pussy, even to me. Kissing implies there’s love or the possibility of it. Kissing is a selfless act. A connection neither of us prepared for.
So, instead, I do the next best thing. Leaning down, I tug the top of her dress down, exposing her tit to me, and suck the hardened nub into my mouth, lacy bra and all.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, her hand tightening around mine between her legs as I continue to pump in and out of her.
Fuck, it’s not enough, but it’s all I’m willing to give either of us right now. I can’t be . . . whatever she needs me to be. I’m not gentle. I’m not soft. I’m not good at wiping tears away. I can fuck her, but I can’t let her lose herself in the process.
She went through hell. Pure fucking hell. I can’t be another monster in her nightmares.
So, for now, I’ll make her come in any way I can think of until she’s ready to take me.
“So fucking sweet,” I murmur against her nipple, my tongue drawing even circles around the bud. I lean back up, pressing my face to the side of hers. The cart starts to come down for the second pass, and just in time, I lean back, tugging her dress back up to cover her and stilling my movements in her cunt. She buries her face in the side of my neck, her skin damp against mine. “Bite me if you think you can’t stay quiet.”
Just as we pass the people still waiting in line, I add a third finger, stretching her, and her teeth dig into my skin. I bite back a groan, keeping my fingers locked inside her and my face blank while I push in, pressed all the way to the hilt.
As soon as we’re cruising past the people still waiting in line, I tug her knees apart and place her foot on the seat between my legs, opening her up to me. Her head falls back against the seat, her skin flushed, and her breathing heavy.
“Fuck, look at you,” I grin, moving slowly. Letting her get adjusted. “How’s that feel?”
“Good,” she whimpers softly, eyes on mine.
“You want to use your safeword?”
“No,” she attempts to shake her head, but I’ve got her throat firmly pinned to the seat.
“You’ve got three of my fingers buried in this tight little cunt, sweetheart.”
“Christian,” she whimpers desperately against my neck, her hips moving to meet my thrusts.
“I know, sweetheart. You’ve got three minutes to come, Mila. Think you can do it?”
She screws her eyes shut, and my free hand reaches up to cup her cheek, turning her face back to mine. I hold her there, my stare eating up hers while I finger her pussy at a ruthless pace.
“Answer the question, Mila.”
Her teeth chatter at the onslaught of pleasure, her nails digging into my wrist to the point of pain. The pain keeps me grounded. Keeps me from stripping her bare and fucking her right here and giving Supermom something to really throw a fit over.
“I don’t know,” she breathes, and I can see in her eyes she’s actually not sure. She wants to. Fuck, she wants to, but her mind’s holding her back. I want to steal those memories away from her in that very moment. Keep them locked away inside me so she never has to feel those things again. Until she’s free to live the life she deserves and not whatever was handed to her.
“This is my pussy,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips. It’s not kissing her if I don’t completely press my lips to hers, right? “And I say it can.”
I continue my movements, adding my thumb to circle her clit in rapid strokes while I do.
“Eyes on me, little devil,” I instruct, holding her gaze. Her pulse flutters against my hand, and her eyes grow half-lidded and hazy when her pussy starts to tighten around me. “Let me see you fall apart.”
We pause at the top of the Ferris wheel, and the view of the Olympic Forest is nice, but nothing looks as good as the pleading in her eyes.
“Christian,” she breathes, her teeth digging into her bottom lip so hard, I worry she’ll break skin again.
“You going to come for me like a good girl?”
She nods, her eyes fluttering closed when I tighten my hand around her throat.
“Let me have it, Mila,” I press my lips to the side of her face. Those moonlight eyes lock with mine, hazy and soft with desire, and it’s at that moment I know I’ve signed my own fucking death warrant.
She can take whatever she needs from me. The world can have whatever’s left.
“I need to feel you come.”
She shivers, trembles moving through her, and just when I change my angle, curling my fingers up to stroke that sensitive spot inside her, she moans, her cries ringing out between us when her pussy clamps down on my fingers.
“Fucking Christ, little devil,” I grit, pumping inside her as best I can while she comes undone for me, her come seeping out around my fingers. “So fucking beautiful.”
I press my lips to her neck, nipping the flesh between my teeth. It’s not nearly as hard as she bit me, but it gets my point across. She’s mine to please. Mine to protect.
She shivers when she comes down, pretty eyes meeting mine. She glowers at me, opening her mouth to snap at me, but I silence it with a press of my lips to her forehead, my hands on either side of her face. It’s softer than I’ve been with her in a long time, and I know it’s fucking with her head.
Hell, it’s fucking with mine.
“Come,” I say the moment the wheel reaches the bottom. I take her hand in mine and lead her towards the exit. “We’ve got a whole lot more ground to cover before we get home.”