Chapter 40 Cash
FORTY
CASH
I had her tossed over my shoulder in a flash. Taken by the lust that ravaged my insides. No rationale or logic left after the plea she issued in the night.
My crew and some of Silas’s men were outside, standing guard through the night.
I knew our surroundings were protected, so I couldn’t stop myself. Couldn’t stop myself from wanting to dig my fingers back into that sweet body and glut myself on her beauty.
Erase every blurred boundary.
My mind a fucking storm and my body a riot.
One motherfucking second from cracking.
The fury that still blistered through my veins was clearly driving me to insanity.
The horror I felt tonight that someone might get to them pushing me toward delirium.
The truth that I would take on every danger and every threat. Stand in front of every bullet. Die a thousand times over then fucking claw my way back through Hell to get to them so I could do it all over again.
So damned twisted.
Proof that I was nothing but a monster.
A fiend lurking in the shadows.
Every bit as vile as the creep who was after her.
Daisy needed to tell me no. Tell me to put her down. Tell me last night had been a mistake and we weren’t making it again.
But she was trembling with want. Her airy summer scent deepening to something musky and seductive. The sweet tenor of flowers darkening in desire as she expelled a ragged breath as I stalked with her across the house and into my room.
I set her down in the dim, blustery darkness.
The tiny diamond of that ring glinted in the bare light as she raked her hand over the fabric of her white tank. Her nipples pebbled beneath it like she was every bit as desperate as me.
She took a single step back as she flicked the button on her shorts. Woman a lure that was dragging me deeper into the lapping shadows of the room.
Cinnamon-spun hair raining around her delicate shoulders and dribbling down to brush her arms.
Eyes a boundless sea that shimmered in the night.
She pulled down the zipper and let her shorts drop to her feet, slipping out of her flip-flops at the same time.
Lust pounded through my bloodstream as I stared at her standing there. Clad in nothing but that white tank and a scrap of silky white underwear.
Legs toned and bare.
A growl rolled up my throat, and my cock pressed painfully at my jeans.
“Look at you,” I grumbled. So low it curled the air like vapor and vibrated against the walls. “Paradise smack in the middle of Hell.”
“That’s what it feels like when I’m with you.” Her confession wisped through the room, stoking the flames higher. “Like I’m lifted from the torture I’ve been living.”
“Get on the bed.” My teeth ground as I issued the command. My hands in fists as I attempted to maintain control. But I apparently had none when it came to her. No restraint when she released a needy sound.
She fumbled the rest of the way across the room and crawled backward onto the mattress. Those eyes were pinned on me the whole time.
Eating me alive and searing me through.
Her chest heaved as she edged back on the bed until she had pushed herself against a pile of pillows on the headboard, though she kept herself propped up on her hands.
A fucking angel in the middle of the mayhem.
Grace in the torment.
A flower blossoming in the middle of the night.
What a bastard that I wanted to taint that. Score myself all over her until she could only bud for me.
Her legs were barely bent at the knees, one drawn up a fraction higher and pressing into the other. Shaking and shaking while my body silently raged from across the room.
“Take me away, Cash. Take me away, just for a little while.”
Possession wound through me, this thing I could give her when all other ordinance was fading away.
“Spread those pretty legs. Want to see how wet you are for me.”
A gasp ripped from her, uncontrolled need rushing through her delicate frame as she slowly drew her feet up and planted them on the mattress.
So fucking slow.
Teasing me into lawlessness.
Then she dropped her knees until they were open wide.
That scrap of silk barely covered the temptation underneath. Her arousal seeping through and nearly sending me into a spiral.
A growl prowled my chest.
“Are you soaked, Little Wallflower? Dripping because you want me to send you soaring again?”
Her head tipped back with a moan, the tips of her hair brushing the bed below her and her chest arching out.
Those tits strained so hard at the fabric I could see the sweet, enticing peaks.
“Yes,” she whispered, those legs somehow dropping further. “I was so scared. So scared. I don’t want to feel that right now.”
“What is it you want to feel?”
“You.”
She issued it like she wanted all of me, something I couldn’t give, and I struggled to tamp the need that pounded through my being.
“Never have seen anything like you before, Daisy Adair. Not in all the years since I left. Every horizon bleak until I caught sight of you. The sun breaking free of the clouds for the first time since that night.”
What the fuck was I saying? Admitting?
But she needed to know. She needed to know the beauty she emitted. Needed to know what she was worth.
Everything.
“Want to tear you apart and put you back together. Touch you. Please you. Show you that you are meant to be adored. A fucking treasure. I want to take care of you.” The last croaked from somewhere in my soul, like that part of me was trying to get to her, too.
“Touch me,” she whimpered, voice dazed.
Drunk on the lust and the remnants of the trauma that reeled and wound through the room.
“Is that what you need, my Little Wallflower? You need me to make you feel good?”
“Only you can.”
I edged forward, a masochist who couldn’t resist the connection that thrummed between us.
Propelled by the electricity that buzzed and blazed in the atmosphere.
I eased down onto the side of the bed beside her and leaned in close to her face as I let my fingertips tap a path up the inside of her right thigh.
Chills lifted on her flesh, and I inhaled the quivering breaths that wheezed from her lungs.
“Want to erase every bad memory from you. Erase every wrong and rewrite you in pleasure. Give it to you every fuckin’ day.”
Her hips arched from the bed. “Please.”
“You want it? The pleasure I have in store for you?”
Her nod was frantic. A garbled, incoherent plea from her sexpot mouth.
I nudged the fabric of her underwear aside.
Her pussy was spread wide. Swollen and pink.
My cock screamed. Wanting to get lost in all that luscious, hot flesh.
I brushed my fingers through her lips.
She jolted. “Yes.” The single word was thready.
“You like that?”
“Yes, I like it. So much,” she wheezed.
“Barely touchin’ you, and you’re already so spun up, I can feel this tight little body ready to blow.”
Daisy’s tongue swept out to wet her dried lips, her voice raspy when she admitted, “That’s what it feels like when I look at you. Like I’m being burned alive. Like I’m going to split apart.”
I brushed through her folds again, sweeping my fingers up to play with her engorged clit.
A needy mewl escaped her, and she dug her heels into the bed.
“Is that what you are? A bomb ready to go off?”
“I’ve always been. Waiting for you. Wondering what it would be like if I got the chance. If you would look at me and see the same thing I saw when I looked at you. If you’d want this the way that I do. If you ever really had.”
Possession wound through me at her admission, though it was tinged in guilt. The sins I’d committed that day.
If she knew…
If she knew…
But that shame flitted away as my spirit pressed forward. Urging me to give her everything she had ever wanted. Fulfill her in every way.
But what the fuck did I have to give her? A life like the one I showed her tonight?
Danger lurking in every fucking corner. Monsters nipping at my heels. The lies that I told and the atrocities I committed.
My world nothing but a barren, desolate plane.
But I’d always gone to her when she was in need. The girl taking every precedence.
I climbed onto the bed on my knees, and I planted a hand way up high near her head and leaned in so close our noses brushed.
I sucked down the serrated pants that she released.
Sweet, sweet seduction that was driving me to delirium.
“Cash.” Daisy murmured my name like a plea.
Like her truth.
I drove two fingers into her tight heat.
She nearly levitated off the bed. Her entire being arched upward. Tank covered tits brushing against my chest as a gasp tore out of her.
I inhaled it. Let her invade. Imbibed the tiny whimpers that rolled up her throat and dragged them all the way down into my spirit.
“You like that, Little Wallflower? You like me fucking this hot, needy pussy with my fingers? Is that what makes you come alive?”
“You. You make me come alive. All of you.”
Nah. I was death. But maybe I could show her exactly how to live.
What it was like to be cherished like the gift she was. Adored and revered.
Put her on a fucking pedestal where she belonged while I got on my knees and worshipped her.
I shoved her tank up her chest.
Showing off the slight curves of her abdomen and those perky, tiny tits. Nipples diamond buds that pointed through the fabric of her bra.
I dragged one cup down and dove in to suck the pert peak into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the hard bud.
She squeaked, woman arching more. She dragged those dainty fingers through my hair. “How do you make me feel this way? I need…”
She trailed off as I lapped and licked at her tit, my fingers driving deep into the well of her pussy.
Little sounds ripped from her mouth, and I pulled back to watch those wild eyes through the dull light.
“Daisy.” Her name was disorder. A petition and an entreaty.
Begging her to put me out of my misery.
“Cash,” she returned, and she sat up so she was no longer resting on her hands. She dragged her nails down my chest. Cutting in and leaving a trail of fire over the fabric of my tee.
She yanked at the fly of my jeans.
My brain was fuckin’ scrambled.
Everything I knew in disrepair.
Alive in a way I hadn’t been. Not in years. Not since her.
Dangerous. So fuckin’ dangerous.
I buried my face in her neck, grasping for sanity. Her goodness only invaded. Clawing deeper.
She had my cock out of my jeans and was stroking me hard and fast as I pumped my fingers into her pussy, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside her.
She gasped and choked as pleasure gathered.
Sparked in the air. Threatened to combust.
It was the same pleasure that stalked up and down my spine as I erratically fucked my cock into that soft, sweet hand.
I jerked back. Staring at the truth in those angel eyes.
A hunger hit me from all sides.
Fuck.
I wanted to kiss her.
Devour her seductive mouth and consume her delicious body.
Completely surrender.
Drive into her and claim her. Mark her in every way.
Fill her so fucking full I would be the only thing she could feel.
But I knew what would happen if I did.
If I took her completely.
I’d be gone.
Dust.
Completely lost in who she was. I would never be able to go back.
She squeezed tighter as she rasped and panted into my mouth. As I fucked my fingers as deep as they could go.
Swirling my thumb over her clit with each thrust.
Ecstasy brimmed at the edges of our sight.
Rising up on the fringes of consciousness.
Ready to take us over.
On the brink of bliss.
I pushed her onto her back, and I wound between her thighs, my free hand planted near her head as I hovered over her, the other still thrusting into her tight, mind-bending grip.
Woman a curse.
A cure.
The call of her almost too much.
“Please,” she begged, trying to push my hand away so she could drag my cock to her entrance. “I need to feel you.”
I almost blacked out at the thought. At the need that nearly buckled every restraint. Imagining what it would be like to drive into her fully.
Take her.
Own her.
The head of my throbbing dick brushed through her center.
Sparks of lightning lit at the backs of my eyes, and I swore thunder rolled in the distance.
“Fuck, Daisy,” I growled through the bedlam. Into the complete anarchy that had taken me over. “Told you that we can’t go there.”
I would never survive. That was if this vacant, destitute life was even considered surviving.
“I—” She choked off as I shifted and rubbed my fingertips in that sensitive spot inside her as I jacked myself into her fist.
Could feel her staving off her orgasm. Wanting something that I couldn’t give.
“Let go,” I demanded. “Fucking let go.”
But I worried it was me who was letting go when she shattered apart with a rasp of my name. Me who was tripping as her walls throbbed around my fingers and her hand cinched down tighter on my dick.
Pleasure shattered within me. Busting out and streaking through my entire being. Rushing to saturate every cell.
A rapture unlike anything I’d ever felt.
Rapture that I didn’t deserve as my cock jutted and jerked as I came all over the soft swell of her belly.
Both of us flying.
Soaring in a place where we could never land.
In that foreign place that I’d only ever touched on when I was with her.
Daisy’s body was arched toward mine. My fingers stuffed inside her as she kept gripping onto my cock, her eyes wide as she watched me pour all over her.
Grunts heaved out of me as she sucked for nonexistent breaths.
We stayed like that for the longest time.
Wishing for a way for this to be true.
Those angel eyes sifted over my face. Caressing and believing. Begging me to fall into something I was afraid I was already lost to.
But she didn’t know this wasn’t me. It wasn’t my reality. She saw someone who wasn’t there. Felt a life that had died the day the rest of them did.
I inhaled a staggered breath. Trying to bring myself down. To remind myself of my purpose.
Finally, I forced myself to pull my fingers from her body and eased back on my knees.
Her hand flopped beside her and her legs collapsed to the bed.
Her hair matted and wild.
As wild as those eyes.
Her clothing in complete disarray. Her tank pushed up and one tit still showing. Her underwear tugged to one side, and my cum streaked across her belly.
How fucked up that I couldn’t imagine a more beautiful sight.
“Nothin’ more beautiful than you. Nothing in this fucking world.” I couldn’t help but tell her.
Softness filled her features, and I pushed out a sigh and forced myself to climb off the bed when the only thing I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life in it.
Tangled with her.
I tucked my cock back into my jeans then mumbled, “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”