Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
I take what I need. A long, deep taste of Gigi’s sassy, lush mouth. My tongue is desperate to invade all of her warm wet places.
And sweet Christ, she tastes so good, I can’t even comprehend what’s happening.
“Fuck, woman,” I growl against her lips before I dive back in again.
With a whimper, her hands slide up my stomach beneath my shirt.
A violent shudder wracks my body as I thrust into her mouth with my tongue, forcing my pelvis deep between her thighs as I split her legs open.
I shouldn’t take from her now.
Not after what she’s been through.
But the way she’s kissing me back only makes my blood run thicker, so I keep the long black strands of her hair fisted in my left hand. With my right, I grip her inner thigh, my thumb grazing over the burning heat of her pussy.
Fuck. Me.
That tiny silver thong is the only thing stopping me from ramming my dick home.
Home.
That’s what she fucking tastes like.
Her body feels like mine in my hands.
When I come up for air, she’s panting, body loose. Eyes wide and drugged.
“Unzip the coat,” I demand.
Her breath stutters for a beat, her hands leaving my chest, and obeying like a fucking wet dream.
The zipper hums loudly as she inches it down. Slowly her tanned skin, the dip between her small, high breasts comes into view.
My mouth dries to chalk. I can’t get my Adam’s apple unstuck. I need to lick her tits more than I need air.
“More,” I grate out.
She closes her eyes and inches the zipper down more.
Fucking killing me.
“Tease,” I rumble and lean so I whisper against her ear. “You know teasing me, just makes me fuck you all the harder.”
Her nod is jerky, but she doesn’t unzip the jacket any further. That’s okay. I shove my hand underneath and skim my thumb up the peach-soft skin on her ribs.
“You can’t be shy,” I rasp as I nip at her ear.
“Actually, I am.”
I chuckle. “Okay, if that’s the game you want to play.”
“No, I am shy… with you,” she protests, as her skin goosebumps under my touch.
“Only with me?”
Her neck tips back, those soft moans coming from her again as I stroke my thumb under the curve of her breast.
“I become a different person when I’m on stage.”
For some reason this makes me feel better. A lot better. I press my smiling mouth to her skin, taking my time exploring the gentle swell of a tit that’s going to drive me crazy.
“Who are you right now, Chaos?”
She shivers, licking her lips. “Your enemy’s daughter.”
A growl rumbles through me. “Fuck him. You don’t belong to the Daggers now, you’re property of The Kings of Darkness.”
Gigi snaps to attention. “Are you out of your mind? This can’t be more than one night.”
I take her mouth, pressing my ten inch erection between her thighs, grinding the front of my jeans into that forbidden juncture.
“I am out of my mind now, baby,” I say with a rasp in my voice as I look into her mesmerizing green eyes. “And if you think this is one night, you’re delusional.”
“It’s not that easy.”
“It is.” I pick her up, kissing the fuck out of her, grinding her against me as her legs wrap around me. “You come on my cock, it’s a done fucking deal.”
She moans wildly as if the idea excites her and terrifies her at once. “No. No, we can’t do this.”
“We’re doing this.”
Breathing hard, she buries her face in my neck, her tight little pussy just inches from my cock as she rocks her hips. “I’ve never felt like this.”
“Good. This is mine. No other man should make you feel like this.”
Gigi’s fingers thread into my hair, a tiny growl building in her throat. “What have you done to me?”
“Yeah, I could ask the same, sweet Chaos. First night I saw you on that stage, I wanted inside of you.”
We breathe hard at each other for a long minute, my cock throbbing, kicking up a fucking storm between those bare, teasing thighs.
Eyes moist, lips swollen from my mouth, she goes still. “What if I say, no?”
“You saying no at any time means, no. I’m my enemy’s worst nightmare, but I’m not that kind of monster. You’ll want it. I promise. But this is on your schedule.”
The tension goes out of her body, she nods, but her tongue dances over her lip as she looks at my mouth.
I don’t know what she wants, but I know what she needs.
Reaching for the jacket’s zipper, I take it the rest of the way down, exposing her lush, tanned body to my desperate eyes.
Silver pasties cover the nipples I’m dying to see, and that tiny silver thong rides low, barely covering her slit.
Goddamn. I’ve never seen a hotter sight.
And being in my leather coat only makes the whole picture hotter. Fuck, imagine what she’d look like in my cut.
“I’m going to clean up the cuts on your arms, then I’m taking you to my bed. What happens there, you decide. But you sleep with me. From now on. Are we clear?”
“You can’t just declare I’m staying here,” she challenges me.
“I’m not one for negotiations. I’m the Road Captain for a reason.”
Shaking her head, she laughs softly, disbelief in her expression. “I can see you in the job.”
Fuck, I love that she knows what club life is about. No freaking out. No need to hide what I do or what my life is like.
Yeah, that’s hot as hell.
When I set her on the counter she looks right at my dick.
“Um… that’s big.”
“And you’ll be tight, but you’ll fucking love how thick I am.”
She can only blink at me. I break away and get back to treating all the scrapes and wounds on her arms before I break my last moral code and show her just how tight she’s gonna be.
Instead I focus on how torn up she is. Every wound equals a beating someone’s going to get for scaring her so bad she nearly killed herself.
“I need to tell you something…” Her voice is small, as she glances down, the combination makes me freeze.
“What’s up, baby?”
“I might know how to dance. But, I um… Know nothing about sex.”
The antiseptic falls out of my hand, bouncing across the floor.