Chapter 4 Aureo
FOUR
AUREO
For years, I had fantasized about the thought of this girl on her knees for me.
From the moment I saw her tits through that goddamn truck window, and the way her pink tongue looked when she opened her mouth to moan—moan for me and not that fucking kid—I knew she would always own a piece of me.
And now, while she was on her knees for me, her doe, glossy eyes looking up at me, I knew I was an absolute goner.
She was mine, even if she rejected it.
But even as precious as this girl was to me, she still needed punishment.
And fuck if I didn’t relish in the thought of punishing her until she was weeping.
A part of me felt the slightest bit of guilt for hurting her, for scaring her with the pistol.
The way she jumped and froze will forever be stuck in my memory.
But the evil, twisted part of me purred at how she finally listened to me.
Her voice was timid as she spoke, her jaw working in a tandem. “Why did you make them leave?”
I leaned forward, spreading my legs slightly and urging her to shuffle closer as I cupped her jaw in one of my massive hands. My thumb stroked at her jaw and I nearly groaned at how she seemed to relax from the movement. My girl did have a soft side.
Regardless, I answered, “I don’t share.”
Her back went rigid again. I couldn’t help but smile as I moved my thumb to her pouty lips. Her eyes were so green, so bright they could’ve matched the damn Cathedral Beaches in Spain. Of my own home. It was far too tempting. “You don’t own me, Aureo.”
I couldn’t help the way my grip tightened on her jaw and I prayed that I didn’t bruise her pretty face. I wanted to bruise a lot of parts on this girl, but not there. She was far too pretty for marks on her jaw.
But this girl was the girl, and it made feelings I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling anymore spread through my chest, including a raged jealousy from the thought of other men touchin’ what was mine.
“I do, though. Do you want me to prove it to you?”
The question stunned her into silence and I swore her eyes grew to be even larger. My dick really started to strain against my zipper, and I would’ve been a lyin’ man if I said it didn’t hurt to draw this out as much as possible.
She needed to earn the pleasure, though.
I continued. “I know that there are a great deal of things that I want to do to you, but I won’t do them if you don’t want me to.”
She hesitated, but I swore I saw her knees shift together slightly, almost like she was easing an ache in between her legs. And I swore a part of my soul roared from the smallest act. Her voice was timid and husky, all at once. “What do you want to do to me?”
“Oh, little girl. I want to see you bent over at all angles. I want to see you swallow my cock down that pretty little throat until you’re crying, unable to breathe.
I want to see your body covered in bruises and marks.
I want to fill you up until you don’t think you can take it anymore and then spank you until you're raw. How does that sound?”
A blush marred her cheeks, brighter than ever. “Uhm…okay…”
I chuckled as I petted her like a dog. Just a little animal in heat, too dumb to answer questions after all her barks.
“Okay? Just okay? I’ve fantasized it, all the way until you're screaming in pleasure and pain. Fuck, little girl, if I had a marker, I would write brat across your forehead for how you’ve acted tonight.
” I hummed under my breath as I continued sweeping my thumb across her bottom lip.
The light-pink lipstick that covered that pout smeared slightly, sweeping onto her chin.
The sight itself could’ve brought me to my knees.
“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Admit it.
You want this as much as I do. It’s why you haven’t said the word no once tonight. ”
She visibly shuddered, almost like a ghost trailed its cold fingers down her spine, and just continued to stare at me. But the war raging through those eyes told me everything I needed to know.
The biker princess of Stormed Souls was already a part of the dark side, and even if she didn’t involve herself into the darkest of elements, she wanted to play with the abyss.
Finally, she spoke. “You’re right.”
“I’m right about wha—”
“Just for tonight,” she interrupted, her tone carrying that goddamned stubborn quality.
Like hell. I would claim her in most senses tonight—make her my lady for the world to see, even if that scary motherfucker of her father tried to kill me—and she would know it.
Instead, and call me a sadistic fuck for being incapable of admitting the truth in the moment, I nodded. “Just for tonight.”