CHAPTER 24
Elena stumbles through the door, and I’m quick on her heels. Once wasn’t enough. Once will never be enough.
I’ve had her. I’ve tasted her sin, fallen to her temptation, and now she’s mine.
The door slams behind me, and I have her in my arms in the next breath, stealing her lips with my own, feeling her melt against me as my tongue plunges into her mouth and I breathe her into my lungs.
I angle her head to allow me in deeper, explore her taste and swallow down her moans like they’re the very things giving me air. I am starved for her, desperate.
I walk her backwards, toward the stairs and only stop when she threatens to fall back. I want her up them, not injured. I don’t plan on letting her go for the foreseeable future, not until I have taken my fill.
Releasing her mouth, I step by her and grasp her hand, feeling her follow behind as I take the stairs up to my bedroom.
Perhaps I should let her shower, wash the rain and the ride down the mountain off of her, but the thought of filling her with more of my come makes my cock harder than it already is.
I want to leak down her thighs, drip from her, mark her in every single way.
I stop at the bed and turn wordlessly, my eyes rolling down her frame.
Drenched from head to toe, her hair appears impossibly darker than the black it already is.
Her skin is wet, raindrops still clinging to her skin, and her clothes outline her perfect body where they’re stuck to her.
I watch her throat bob on a swallow, but she tilts her head up defiantly, meeting me match for match. We’re both embers, burning up in the fire we have created, and if we have to burn it all to ash, then we will.
I feel the side of my mouth notch up into a grin and then reach for the hem of her shirt, bringing the wet material up and over her breasts and then her head, leaving her in just her bra, jeans and boots.
The bruising across her rib cage, the outline of the boot print, is still visible, lighter than what it was before, but the shadows and the break remain.
Before I go further, I allow my fingers to trace the mark, a gentle whisper of just my fingertips, but she still sucks in a breath and flinches, as if bracing for a pain that I’ll deliver her.
“Who did this one?” I rasp, the burn of anger heating the blood in my veins.
“My uncle,” She replies, lashes fluttering as I continue to move my hand over the injury.
My nostrils flare as I breathe in deep, tempering down the urge to rip the world apart to find him. Elena isn’t a woman that needs saving; sure, she needs help, but she’s no damsel. Doesn’t mean I won’t revel in his death or that, if I can, deal the final blow.
“And your thigh?” I ask, tracing my hand down the soft swell of her stomach, toward the button of her jeans.
“His name is Rio,” She answers without hesitation, kicking off her boots so I can slide her jeans all the way off her legs.
She stands before me in just her panties, her nipples peaked and pressing against the baby blue lace of her bra.
Her thigh looks like her ribs, the bruising is there, but softening.
The scar from the bullet and then the brand looking angry and raised but are healing like the rest of her.
I don’t touch the scar itself, the C burned into her flesh, but trace around it.
“And who is that?”
“I’m not sure you’ll like the answer.” She admits.
“Who is he?” My eyes jump to hers.
“A friend,” She cocks her head to the side, “A lover.”
“I’ll kill him,” I vow.
A soft smile touches her lips. “You’ll have to get there before me.”
“I won’t take your revenge from you,” I promise, “Not if you tell me not to, but I promise you, it will be slow.”
“You already have me naked, Knox.” She licks her full bottom lip. “You don’t need to talk dirty to me.”
A laugh bursts out of me, full and light, and I can’t help but capture her face in my hands to taste that bottom lip like she just did.
I coax her back to the bed, laying her gently on top and follow her down, holding my weight above her.
Her stormy grey eyes, the color to match the clouds beyond the window, gaze up at me.
She’s the most open right now, with her flushed cheeks and relaxed body.
It’s a submission, one I’m certainly not going to take for granted.
I have a feeling this woman doesn’t give it up to anybody.
Leaning down, I run my lips down the sharp edge of her jaw, down the column of her throat, which she stretches out for me to take.
I follow the delicate length down, to her clavicles, my tongue dipping into the hollow between them before I move further, to her chest, the valley between her breasts which is still covered by the pretty floral lace.
I can see the glint of the steel balls of her nipple bars through the sheer material, and desperate for a taste, I reach for the straps and pull them down her arms before my fingers hook into the cups covering her and tug.
I already knew she had perfect fucking tits, round and soft with peaked rosy nipples, metal bars speared through both of them.
My tongue traces one while my hand toys with the other, and her spine bows off the bed, pressing her breasts further into me.
I sink my teeth in a little, adding a flash of pain before I lick and kiss the sting away, listening to the sounds of her breathy moans to figure out what she likes and what she doesn’t.
It comes as no surprise that she likes a little pain with her pleasure, but my little fucking Hellion gives as good as she gets.
Her fingers thread into my hair and curl, tightening the strands against my scalp as she forces me to keep my mouth on her.
I bite her nipple, earning a pretty gasp from her.
I grin against her flesh and reach for her hand, unthreading her fingers from my hair and pin that hand to the mattress.
“Be a good girl, Elena,” My voice is all gravel, a rumble spoken against her soft skin, “Keep your hands to yourself.”
“Knox,” Her words tremble, spoken on a whimper.
She fidgets beneath me, skin pebbled, the flesh over her breasts reddened by my bites and the scratch of my beard.
I move my mouth down, to her ribcage, my lips whispering over her hurt, wishing to whatever is out there to take away any pain they may be causing her.
It’s futile, and if I could take it, I would, but I cannot, so loving on her, peppering tender kisses to her wound is the next best thing I can provide.
Her muscles quiver with every pass of my lips, jumping some as I move across her stomach, down to the waist of her panties and then rise to my knees between her legs.
She fidgets a little and then reaches behind her, unhooking her bra before she throws it onto the floor.
“You have me,” She whispers. “Now what are you going to do about it, cowboy?”
Hooking my fingers into her underwear, I tug, and she lifts her hips to allow me to slip them down her legs, throwing them down to meet her bra discarded on the floor.
For some, being naked in front of another is a vulnerable thing, for Elena, she just grins at me, her devilish smile making my cock jerk inside my pants.
I eat her up with my eyes, taking in every curve, every edge and valley of her, the scars on her skin, the freckles across her shoulders, a mole beneath her right breast, a birthmark in the shape of a horseshoe on her left hip.
I could spend hours mapping her out, tasting every part of her skin, counting her freckles and learning where she likes to be touched the most.
And though the violence is stamped on her thigh, the betrayal and the pain, seeing the C on her thigh, the branding of my name, it lights something up inside of me. Perhaps it makes me a sick son of a bitch, but I cannot deny how it feels to have my mark on her skin.
I slide my hands up her inner thighs and press them apart, forcing her to widen for me.
The bar through her clit catches in the light, and my come is still leaking from her.
With two fingers, I smear it into her pussy, scissoring my fingers through her lips, over the silver bar before I push them just an inch inside, forcing my come back inside of her.
She quirks a brow, “I have an implant before you get any fucking ideas.”
My shoulders shake with a chuckle. “Believe me, darlin’, if I wanted you pregnant, that little rod in your arm wouldn’t get in my way. All it would take is a sterile blade to get it out, and you’d be all mine.”
Her lips part and widen even further when I slide two fingers inside of her fully, eyes rolling back.
“And you’d take it,” I rasp, “All of it. You’d let me fill you up, over and over again.”
“Fuck, Knox,” She whimpers.
I draw my fingers from her almost all the way before thrusting them back inside, moving my thumb to press down onto her pretty pierced clit.
The wetness of her, mixed with my come still inside of her, makes for an obscene erotic sound, the little sighs and moans she makes only adding to the building tempo.
“Your cunt takes everything I give so well, Hellion,” I praise, watching my fingers get sucked in, a wet spot forming on my sheets beneath her ass. “You were made for me. I fought it, I did, but I can’t fucking deny it. From the moment you pressed that gun to my head, I knew I was doomed.”
Her body shakes as each word hits her.
“Your smart mouth, your violence, I was sucked into your orbit with no chance of escape. And I fucking hate it and love it at the same time. Been a long time since I’ve felt anything, darlin’.”
“Knox,” She gasps, “Stop.”
“What?” I taunt, “Too much now that you have it? What do you want me to stop? The words, or my fingers in this perfect pussy of yours?”
Her hips rise, meeting the push of my hand. “The words.” She gasps.
“No,” I bite, “You wanted it, you have it.”
“Please!” She cries out as I circle my thumb, playing with that bar through her clit.
Her whole body trembles as I push her to the limit, waiting for her to break and shatter. She’s so damn pretty, it hurts to look at her.
She cries out when her orgasm crests, her pussy spasming around my fingers, her climax soaking my hand even more. I push her through it, claiming every second of her pleasure until she’s limp and breathing hard on the mattress.
Lazy eyes follow me as I push off the bed and reach for her, slipping my hands under her body to lift her from the sheets, and automatically her arms go around my neck, her head to my shoulder.
My cock leaks within the confines of my boxers, hard as fucking rock.
Heading into the bathroom, I place her down on the vanity unit to sit while I head to the bath and plug it before turning on the faucet. The water sputters for a few seconds before it begins to flow smoothly and fill the tub, steam rising from the water to curl and snake in the air.
I turn back to Elena, who is watching me from beneath hooded eyes. “What are you doing?” She whispers.
I walk toward her, slipping between her parted knees and grasp her chin, lowering my mouth to hers. She kisses me back, melting against me, but I cut it off too soon, her lips chasing mine when I pull away.
“You’re going to let me take care of you.”