Chapter 8 #2
“Weirdly, not as much as it should,” she confesses.
“I have a strong sense of justice, probably because I feel things too deeply and absorb others’ pain.
To me, things are either right or wrong, and it doesn’t make sense when the wrongs aren’t corrected.
Like once, eight years ago, I read an article about an animal abuser so horrific, I still think about it.
That person is evil, but the courts don’t treat it as a serious offense, and… sorry, I’m getting sidetracked.”
I smile at her from beneath the mask, grazing my knuckles along her thigh. “I like your tangents. Keep going.”
She gives me a small nod. “I understand people are complex, but we’re responsible for our own choices.
When someone chooses cruelty, I lose compassion for them.
Maybe that makes me twisted, but to me, justice means making sure they never get the chance to hurt anyone again.
And truthfully, if you hadn’t done it, I have people who would have.
In my world, offenders don’t get second chances. ”
Her response relieves me more than she could ever know. It isn’t something we’ve talked about before. She knew my family well enough not to ask about my role in the business. But maybe I shouldn’t be surprised, considering she didn’t mind Aegis handing out poison to abuse victims.
“Also, you don’t have to worry,” she rushes out. “My guard scrubbed the security footage in the neighborhood, so nobody will see us on it.”
“That was nice of him.” I smirk.
She reaches out hesitantly, tracing a finger along the edge of my mask, as if she’s wondering what I might look like beneath it.
“Are you really a student at Laurelhaven? Or are you a part of…”
Her words drift off, but I suspect that sentence would have ended with Cosa Nostra. I’m contemplating how I want to answer that when she changes her mind.
“Actually, forget I said that. I don’t want to know.”
“Keeping things casual?” I try to make it sound like I don’t hate that word with every cell in my being.
“I think it’s better this way,” she says softly.
I pick her up, and she lets out a little yelp as I plant her on my lap, wrapping her legs around me.
She’s so soft and inviting, I can’t decide what I want to do to her first. But Gabi gets distracted when she notices the bouquet of black and pink roses on the nightstand—along with a slasher-themed sticker that says "I’d kill for you. "
“Oh God.” Her eyes widen.
“Too soon?” I ask.
She laughs and then tries to stifle it. “We’re both going to hell, you know that? That is some very dark humor.”
“At least we’ll be going together.”
“Thank you for the roses,” she murmurs, working up the courage to ask her next question. “What do you want to do now?”
“Want to make out again?” I phrase it like a joke, but it definitely doesn’t feel like one.
She bites her lip and nods, and tension settles in my balls. I’m so fucking hard for her it’s uncomfortable.
“I want to kiss you everywhere tonight.” My hands roam over her, greedy to explore every inch of uncharted territory.
She hums her approval, the sound heating my blood.
“I need to hear you say it.” My fingers ghost along the hem of her top, drawing a shiver from her. “Tell me you want me to strip you bare and lick your pussy.”
“Oh,” she breathes. “Yes. I want you to do that.”
My chest rumbles with visceral satisfaction as I slide my hand beneath the material of her shirt and palm her breast.
“Wait,” she says. “I want to make an amendment to our plan.”
“What kind of amendment?”
“I want you to do what you said…but only if you let me touch you too.”
“Quite the negotiator,” I muse. “Where would you like to touch me, little shark?”
She reaches down between us, her finger circling the button of my jeans.
“Go on then.” My voice dips, taking on a dark edge.
I’ve imagined this scenario countless times over the years. But nothing could prepare me for the reality of it. Watching Gabi unfasten my jeans sends a surge of heat racing down my spine. She hasn’t even touched me yet, and already, I have a singular thought looping through my brain.
Fuck her. Claim her. Make her yours.
Unaware of my internal crisis, she slides her hand beneath the band of my briefs, eager to explore. The first brush of her fingers pulls a soft exhalation from her parted lips—and a ragged breath from mine. When she wraps her palm around my shaft, I go utterly still.
“God.” She swallows. “You’re huge.”
A shudder pulses through my abs as she grips me, slowly jacking me off beneath the material.
“Does that feel good?” she asks, a hint of uncertainty threading through her words.
“So fucking good,” I groan.
My encouragement gives her the confidence to keep going, and she pauses to peel down my briefs. As she unwraps my cock, heat blooms in the depths of her eyes.
An involuntary tremor moves through me as she traces my length with her pink fingernail, then takes me in her hand.
“Which do you like better?” she asks, testing out different strokes.
“All of it,” I rasp. “But I need you to stop for a second.”
“Why?” She frowns.
I reach up, thumb brushing her cheek. “Do you trust me?”
She bites her lip, contemplating it before she nods.
I grab one of her pillows, remove the pillowcase, and fold it into a strip of fabric as she watches.
“I want to see all of you tonight.”
“Oh.”
“Remember what I said earlier? I need you to say it.”
It might not mean much, but it makes me feel like less of an asshole for deceiving her about who I really am.
“I want to try it,” she says softly.
“Good girl.”
Her nipples tighten at those words, and she closes her eyes in anticipation. I secure the fabric over her face and tie it around the back of her head. Once that’s done, I tear off my mask and gloves and toss them aside.
With my first full taste of freedom, I push up her top and drink in the sight of her breasts.
I didn’t get to see them when the room was dark, and I’ve spent years thinking about what they might look like.
They’re better than anything I could have imagined—petite like the rest of her, but enough to fill my hands.
I lean forward and suck a pretty pink nipple into my mouth, and a soft moan spills out of her as she cradles the back of my head. I linger there, giving her a slow, lazy pull before I graze her with my teeth. She lets out a little gasp, so I do it again, drawing in an entire mouthful of her.
She rolls her hips and grinds against my cock like she’s dying for it. It takes all of my self-restraint not to watch her do that until I blow my load, but I have other plans for her.
I release her nipple and grab her face, angling her head back so I can press my lips to hers. Her body melts into my touch, and I slide my tongue into her mouth and devour her until she can’t breathe.
When I let her come up for air, I kiss a path along her jaw and bury my face in her neck, inhaling her. I don’t know how she always smells so sweet when she never wears perfume. She’s just so fucking…addictive.
My lips graze her throat, the frantic rhythm of her pulse feeding the most feral part of me. I want to brand every inch of that sensitive skin with my teeth. But if I start, I’ll never stop.
“I need to taste you.” The low, hungry growl reverberates against her.
She bites her lip and nods, a quiet gasp escaping her as I pick her up and slowly tip her onto the bed. Her breasts bounce as she falls against the pillow, the sight holding me captive.
Slowly, my gaze drifts to the only barrier left between us, and I hook my fingers beneath the band of her shorts. Dragging them down her thighs, I toss them aside, and spread her legs apart.
Jesus.
She’s so goddamned pretty, it’s almost torturous to look at her.
I take a minute to burn the image into my brain, knowing it will haunt me long after this is over. Then I cave to the primal impulse of sliding my cock through her arousal, just to see how she feels.
A tremor rolls through her as she lies there in offering, willing to let the beast have his way with her. I could sink deep inside that warm, wet pussy and claim her right now.
The thought goes to my head, and I have to rein in the insanity pumping through my veins before it consumes me.
As I’m staring down temptation, wrestling with my moral ambiguity, she’s apparently worrying about what I think of her.
“Is everything…okay?”
“More than okay.” The answer scrapes from my raw throat. “You’re fucking perfect.”
She flushes beneath my praise, and I kiss my way up the bare landscape of her body, palms tracing over her curves.
I’ve never felt anything so delicate, and it’s a strange contrast to the violence I’m used to inflicting.
I’m not sure I even know how to touch anything without breaking it, but I’ll have to learn.
I pause for another lingering exploration of her breasts, squeezing and palming them as I lick her nipples. Small breathy sounds fall from her lips as she presses her fingers into my back, pulling me closer. I doubt she even realizes she’s rolling her hips, eagerly rubbing against my cock.
It’s testing my last thread of restraint, and though I’m convinced I could make her come from this alone, it won’t satisfy my craving.
A broken sound catches in her throat as I leave her breasts swollen and aching, kissing my way down to the gentle dip of her navel. When I reach the arc of her hip bone, I cave to another deranged urge to bite at it, pulling a quiet sound of pleasure from her.
My hands sweep over the curves of her hips, gripping two handfuls as I dip my head between her thighs and breathe her in.
Her spine bows off the bed, body trembling in anticipation. She’s so worked up, and I’m so fucking hungry for her, she won’t last much longer.
On that note, neither will I.
Adjusting my grip on the back of her thighs, I push her legs up and give her pussy a long, slow lick. Her body jerks, and she cries out as I slide my tongue inside her.