Chapter 2 #2
My gaze snaps up to find myself staring directly at an ass-naked man, his hand shamelessly covering his junk, and let’s be honest, while he certainly has big hands, he has an even bigger cock, and his attempt to cover it is doing absolutely nothing.
But damn, he’s a snack, and if I weren’t so pissed off, I might even take a moment to notice just how tall he is with that perfectly carved body and those strong arms. Shit, he even has a mouthwatering V that leads down to what can only be described as a fucking tree trunk, and I’m not talking one of those Japanese maples.
I mean, one of those redwood trees. Like damn.
I’m no Cinderella, but I just know that’s going to be a perfect fit.
This man is a beast, and judging by the shimmer in his dark eyes, he knows it.
“Oh, hey,” I mimic, noticing the way his heavy gaze begins sailing up and down my body, taking in the barely there cami that sits around my full tits and the pair of black panties barely covering my ass. “What’s going on? WHAT’S GOING ON?”
Milan laughs in my ear. “Ahh, shit. Crazy Crimson has come out to play.”
“What’s going on is that you have been fucking that woman for—” I pause and glance at the time on my phone.
“Seventy-four goddamn minutes, and I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but when you share a bedroom wall with somebody else, YOU MAKE SURE YOU DON’T SPEND THE WHOLE FUCKING NIGHT MAKING IT SHAKE. You owe me a new photo frame.”
He just smirks, his smugness making me want to smack him right in that perfectly sculptured jawline.
“Oooh, what do we have here? A little feisty one,” he says, that maddening smirk widening as he glances over his shoulder to the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, leaning against his bedroom doorframe with nothing but a white sheet covering her slender body.
“We’re just about done, but there’s still energy left in the tank.
You wanna join? You’re all tense. Looks like you could use a thorough railing.
Promise, I’ll take really good care of ya. ”
My jaw drops, and I hear Milan roaring with laughter in my ear, but I ignore her to deal with the arrogant man-meat in front of me.
“As intriguing as that sounds, no. I don’t want to join your dirty little fuckfest. I want you to shut the hell up, stop groaning and grunting about taking her deeper and harder, and stop rattling the fucking wall with your headboard. I’m trying to sleep.”
“Ahhhh, I see the situation,” he finally says as I notice just a slight speckle of gold in his dark eyes.
“When was the last time you truly got fucked? And I don’t mean fiddled with your bits with those overused toys under your bed.
I mean, really got fucked up against a wall and saw your soul levitating out of your body while you exploded on a girthy hard cock? ”
“I . . . I—”
“Oh shit,” Milan says. “Did Crazy Crimson just meet her match?”
“Shut up.”
He points at his chest. “Me, shut up?”
“Her, shut up,” I say, holding up my phone and pointing toward it before snapping a picture of the asshole and sending it to her. “You see what I’m dealing with here?”
“Ooooh, girl. If you don’t fuck him right now, we’re gonna have problems.”
“Wait. Wait. Wait,” the asshole rushes out, snatching my phone out of my hand and deleting the pic. “If you’re going to take pics, at least give me a second to pose first. Here, take a new one. God knows, an uptight bitch like you needs the material in your spank bank.”
With that, he drops his hand away from his junk, and braces both hands behind his head, showing off that perfect physique, and damn it, I can’t help but count the sharp ridges of his abs as my gaze drops down his mouth-watering body and lands on his massive, tree-trunk of a cock.
Shit. It’s pierced as well.
“Go ahead, Firecracker, don’t be shy,” he says with a wink. “If you’re a good girl, I might even let you touch it.”
I suck in a gasp. “You . . . You . . . Holy fuck. What is wrong with you?”
“TAKE THE FUCKING PHOTO!” Milan shouts.
He smirks some more, but I just scoff. “You are the most arrogant, cocky bastard I have ever met, and for the record, your little act doesn’t impress me.”
“Come on,” the woman in the bedroom doorway groans. “Either bring her to bed or get rid of her. I’m not nearly finished with you.”
I scoff again. “Oh, honey, cut the shit. You and I both know that little kitty of yours dried up half an hour ago. You faked the last three orgasms, at least, so just grow a pair and tell him you’re done before you end up with a friction burn up in your cooch.
Take it from a woman who has been in your position more than she cares to admit: It’s not fun.
Cut the Energizer Bunny over here loose while you still can. ”
The woman just scoffs. “You really are a bitch, but I like it. You look like you’d be fun. Come join us.”
“Uhhh, yeah. I’m gonna pass on that,” I say, turning my attention back to the stunningly naked man before me. “You. You are going to be a problem.”
He just laughs as Milan roars in my ear. “GET THE FUCKING PHOTO!”
I clench my jaw, and as I fix him with a hard stare, letting him know just how serious I am, he steps toward me.
I suck in a breath, his sweet scent assaulting my senses and doing something wild between my thighs.
“The name’s Raiden, by the way,” he murmurs, his dark, gold-specked gaze lowering to mine and eating me alive where I stand.
“I don’t need your name.”
“Oh, you will when you go back into that lonely apartment and start thinking about me. You’ll need to know whose name to scream when you make yourself come on your fingers.”
I just laugh. “Oh, you think so?” I murmur, dropping my gaze over his delicious body and desperately wishing I could bite it, if only for a second, but I don’t dare give him the satisfaction. “You think this impresses me?”
He grins and lowers his voice, knowing exactly how to get under my skin. “There are no secrets when you’re standing here in nothing but a pair of black panties. I see you. All of you. You might not want me, but your body sure does.”
Fuck.
My eyes widen in horror, and I suck in a gasp, desperately wishing that I’d brought that gun after all. But hell, the only peace I have is knowing that I could end this asshole’s life with nothing more than a flick of my wrist. “You . . . You—”
“Easy, Firecracker. You look like you bite.”
Clenching my jaw, I let out a loud huff, and with not a single thought in my head, all I can do is turn on my heel and storm back toward my apartment with Raiden’s booming laugh flowing through the hallway behind me.
“Invest in a pair of noise-canceling headphones, Firecracker,” he calls. “My fun has only just begun.”
My door slams behind me, blocking him out, and the last thing I hear before I scream is Milan’s hesitant voice coming through my AirPods. “So, where are we on that photo?”