Chapter 18 #2
I stare up at him. “She’s been good to me, I don’t what her to think I’m taking advantage of her kindness.”
“You wanted me before you knew I was her brother.” His hand moves into my hair, running his fingers through the strands that must be a knotty mess right about now. But he doesn’t seem to care, his eyes raking over me as if I’m made of gleaming gold, a flawless jewel he desperately needs to acquire.
“I’m married,” I try in one last-ditch attempt.
His eyes darken to scary. “We both know your motherfucker husband has met his timely demise, and you’re not married anymore.”
Fuck. What does he know? “What about Asher and Jagger?”
He tilts his head, something flashing in his eyes, curiosity maybe. “What about them?” he asks, and I feel like he’s challenging me to something, what I don’t know.
I moisten my lips, unable to help it when he keeps running his eyes over my face, his gaze settling on my lips. “Cruz,” I warn him, not sure what else to do. The tension between us just hit a new peak, and he’s about to screw my brains out.
“Yes, little darlin’, what can Cruz do for you?”
I shake my head, a dizzying wave washing over me, but it’s too late to stop the inevitable.
His lips are on mine, and all I can taste is him, all I can smell is his intoxicating scent, all I can feel is his touch everywhere, devouring me with bruising force of a kiss so damn passionate I know I will feel it long after we pull apart.
The firm press of his fingers digging into my waist is welcome as my knees buckle, his sturdy arms and the way he presses me into the wall behind stopping me from crumbling.
When he pulls back, I’m a panting mess. Not just panting but trembling all over, and it’s not because I didn’t want him to kiss me, it’s because I don’t ever want him to stop.
“I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks, your lips belong on mine, and I won’t stop chasing you until you admit to the world you belong with me.”
My hand settles on his chest, and the hammering of his heart tells me all I need to know. The earth just shifted off its axis for him as well. I don’t respond, I can’t admit anything. Instead, I pop up on my toes and press my lips to his.
He chuckles into my mouth, knowing he has me.
Then I’m in his arms, and he carries me back to his bed, tossing me down. “Cruz, your stitches,” I cry.
“I don’t give a fuck about my stitches. Get those cute-as-fuck pajamas off, I need to feast on you.”
Feast on me. Oh, dear God. With shaking hands, I try to pull my shirt over my head, but I’m clearly not fast enough for him.
He leans over me, shoving my hands out of the way, and has it off in no time and his hands on my breasts, cupping them roughly as he dips his head to suck on my nipple.
Then he moves down my body, nipping, kissing, sucking his way down to where my sleep shorts are.
He whips them off in one quick move. His hands curling into the sides of my panties, he tears the fabric to shreds. “Cruz. I needed those.”
His eyes gleam with trouble. “I’ll get you more, or better yet, you can stop wearing panties altogether. That would work out better for me.”
I throw him a look that says not going to happen, but he has already moved on, shoving my legs apart as he dives headfirst into my pussy. He tastes every part of me in the most delicious way, that has me gripping the sheets and moaning incoherent sounds already.
He pushes a couple of thick fingers inside me. It’s all it takes for me to fall apart. My pussy clenches around his fingers, and I cum in a rush as he sucks on my clit.
“See, the only breakfast I need is you and your delicious cunt.” He licks his lips, not wasting a drop.
I shiver and shake, my whole body alight, his dirty words and mouth doing things to me they shouldn’t.
He stands and removes his boxer briefs, tossing them over the other side of the room. His lips twist up at the sides as he looks down at me.
I can’t help but stare at his chiseled-from-stone body. It’s not perfect, not at all. He’s covered in scars and marks, and holy fuck, pierced like I imagined he might be. His cock is decorated with piercings that run along its length in a ladder-like fashion.
He grins, knowing what I’m looking at and loving it. He moves over me, his uninjured arm taking most of his weight. “Spread your legs, gorgeous.”
My legs open up wide for him. Without warning, he thrusts deep inside me, watching my face as he does. I cry out, unable to help it. His cock is massive and stretches me. There is also the rub of the piercings, which feels like nothing else I have ever experienced.
Then he pulls almost all the way out and does it again, his lips twisting cruelly.
“See, even your tight little cunt knows we’re perfect for each other.
It fits me like a glove.” His lips come back to mine, and he devours me while he keeps thrusting into me.
Slowly at first, but then he picks up the pace, slamming into me in a way I can hardly take.
He’s brutal, but not unkind, every pump sent to drive me further over the edge.
And like this, with the way he’s holding my legs, it hits all the good parts.
Then he pulls back. “Roll over. I need to be deeper,” he rasps out.
I do as I’m told, not sure how much more of this I can handle but not wanting it to stop either. It’s too good.
He takes a pillow and slides it under my stomach, positioning me right where he wants me.
Then he pushes inside me again. So deep, making me feel so full that my pussy pulses.
I cry out into the room, my moans of pleasure vibrating off the wall.
So loud I know Jagger must be able to hear and know exactly what is going on.
But right now, I don’t care. So, I let go and give Cruz full access to every part of me, pushing back, telling him I want more.
Giving him the okay to bring me undone any way he sees fit.
“Fuck, you have a hot ass, so fucking juicy.” He slaps me playfully, the sting hardly registering with the overwhelming pleasure coma I’m already in.
“More,” I cry, my body trembling all over again.
“So hungry, aren’t you, little darlin’? Fuck, I knew you would be.” He slaps the other cheek then spreads the juices from my pussy over my asshole and pushes a finger inside of me there as well.
Oh, dear God. My body convulses. I was so close already, but that dirty move just tripped me into a new field of pleasure.
He grunts as he shoves me further down, pumping into me even deeper as he fills me with his own release. “Fuck yes, little darlin’.”
It’s then, right in that very moment, I realize we didn’t use a condom. I didn’t even think about it. And I know I should have, I’m smarter than this—but he had me all Cruz drunk. I go all hot and clammy, realizing what I have done. Fuck.
He moves off me and pulls me back to the bed with him, holding me close. “Hope you don’t have any plans for today. I’m not letting you go,” he whispers sleepily. “Ever.”
I try to laugh. I wish I were just as relaxed. Two minutes ago, I was in heaven, but now I’m freaking out. Because I’m not on birth control, and I just let Cruz cum inside me.