Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Christian
I hate to admit it, but Eve straddling my thighs, taking the reins, is sexy as hell. I’ve spent my entire life controlling the world around me, but with Eve, I don’t know—there’s trust and an unexpected thrill that comes with letting go…
Eve sits back on her heels, hands on her thighs, watching me carefully. My eyes drift to the CW carved into her hip— my mark on her skin. The wound has already started healing, light pink lining the edges, a reminder of exactly who she belongs to...
“Take your cock in your hand…” she says calmly.
“You want me to jerk off?” My eyes move up to her round, heavy tits. Her tight nipples are a delicious dusky pink. “Seems like a waste to me. I’d rather it be your mouth.”
She scowls down at me.
“Fine.” I curl my hand around my shaft and stroke upward. “But I’m warning you now—at a certain point, I won’t be able to stop myself…”
“Stop yourself from doing what…?” she asks, pinching her own nipple.
“From pinning you down and fucking you raw…” I answer.
My hips lift slightly as I pleasure myself, fist sliding up my shaft, then back down again in one smooth, fluid motion. Usually, I’d have some kind of lubricant to ease the strokes, but I don’t plan on doing this for long. Just enough to wet her appetite.
Her gaze is fixed on my cock as I slowly pump, my eyes never leaving her face. I study every shift in her expression—the way her bright whiskey-colored eyes widen, the way her cheeks flush. The way she licks her bottom lip while she watches me stroke my own cock. And, fuck, the way she’s looking at me—with hunger and fascination—it sets my blood on fire. There’s something about this girl that makes me want to fucking devour her. Punish her. Worship her.
I swear to God, Eve Savano will be the death of me.
A flash of pink tongue darts out again as she wets her bottom lip, her back arching, pushing her breast into her own hand. My brain short-circuits. I can’t fucking think straight. My mind is clouded with the clawing need to fuck this girl. Nothing else exists. Right now, it’s just Eve, me, and the wild, messy, toxic chemistry that’s been pulling at us both since the moment our eyes locked in psych class.
As she watches me, I can’t help but wonder what she’s thinking. Does she realize the power she holds over me?
“Do you want this cock inside you?” I ask, watching the way her lips part slightly, the way her breath catches when I speak…”Tell me, Eve. Do you like being filled with my cum?”
“Shut up,” she says, her hand moving to her pussy. “Don’t speak.”
A low chuckle bubbles up from my chest as I watch her. She’s trying so hard, fighting the tension that’s building up inside her as she grinds her pussy against my thigh, her body starving for release.
And each shallow breath just pulls that tension tighter, like a rubber band, ready to snap. “You feel it, don’t you?” I whisper, stroking slowly. “That insane pull between us…”
Eyes snapping in anger, she grabs my face and squeezes. “I told you to shut the fuck up,” she whispers harshly before taking my bottom lip between her teeth, biting down so hard, I taste blood.
I groan at the sharp pain, but the little she-wolf doesn’t let go, and that breaks something inside me. My self-control finally shatters, unleashing a rush of savage, feral need that quickly takes over.
I have her on her back in seconds, before she even realizes what’s happening. My hips pin her down to the mattress, and I have her wrists in my hand, lifting them over her head, making her struggles pointless.
“Mmm,” I murmur, dragging my nose up her neck, to her face, breathing in that scent that’s unique to her. “Look what I’ve caught,” I chuckle. “A naughty little fox.”
There’s a spark of something in her eyes—excitement—though she struggles to hide it. She doesn’t want me to know she likes this little game we play…
“Catching me implies I was running,” she says. “And I wasn’t. Not this time.”
My lip stings as I shift my weight and settle into the hollow between her thighs, my cock pressing lengthwise against her hot slit. “I’m glad you’ve finally accepted where you belong.”
Pulling my hips back, I push forward again, and this time, my cock slides into her warm channel. Holy shit. She’s so fucking tight, it takes a few pumps to fight my way inside her. When I’m fully seated, it feels so damn good, I groan.
I struggle to hold myself back.
All I want right now is to take her fast, hard. Violently. I want to rip this girl apart, and claim every last inch of her—body, soul, everything . It’s all mine.
Eve Savano is mine.
Slowly, so damn slowly, I move my hips, and it’s fucking agony. Sweat beads on my temples, my breath coming hard and fast. And then she does something that completely unravels me—she reaches up and touches my face, running the tip of her finger along my jaw. It’s such a simple thing, but the way she’s looking up at me, eyes soft, accepting, it fucking breaks something inside of me…
I can’t think. I’m simply doing, driven by a force that’s more powerful than myself. When it comes to Eve, I’m a weak fuck. She’s my drug. I couldn’t pull away from her now, even if I wanted to.
Pulling my hips back, I drive into her pussy with one, brutal thrust, driving in as deep as I can. With a sharp intake of breath, her back arches, mouth open in a soundless scream.
“I’m sorry, baby,” I pant, palming her breast. But I’m not. I’m driven by pure instinct as I pull back, then slam against her so forcefully, she struggles to catch her breath. But, fuck, I’m too far gone to slow down now and give her the gentleness she deserves. It feels like something has taken over my body. I’m consumed by my obsession with this girl—her laughter, her pain, her everything.
I own her.
Nothing else matters.
“ God, Christian.” Her blunt nails carve up my back. But the pain only adds to the pleasure, driving me to pump harder, faster, until the entire bed is shifting, the headboard slamming against the wall.
Without breaking contact, I lift her up and fall back on my heels, so she’s straddling me, her arms encircled around my neck. I can fuck her deeper this way. My hands fall to her hips, so I can thrust upward while pulling her down on me, selfishly taking what I need.
We’re both slick with sweat, panting, our bodies trembling as I kiss her. And it’s still not enough. I wonder if this demon inside me will ever be satisfied. My heart races, my muscles strain, and all I can focus on is Eve and this all-consuming rush that has me in a chokehold.
In the back of my head, there’s a voice urging me to slow down, to savor this, savor her , but it’s drowned out by this storm of need that keeps building. Each little whimper drives me closer to the edge.
Then another whimper escapes her throat, and I swear to God, I almost blow my load. By some miracle, I manage to hold back, but I’m still so close.
“ Fuck , Eve, I need to fill this pussy with my cum,” I breathe, my head swimming. “I need it like I need my next breath.”
“God, yes, ” she groans, head thrown back. “Your cock feels so good. I’m going to—” Her words cut off abruptly as she stiffens, her muscles going rigid, her nails clawing deeper into my skin. I thrust even harder as a shudder ripples through her body and her pussy clamps down around around my cock, sucking me in deeper.
I can’t fucking breathe.
My heart is thundering in my ears, and I’m frantic with the need to fill this girl—this one girl—with a part of me she can’t scrub away. I’m completely lost to her. Everything I am belongs to her now, and the certainty of that settles over me like a warm blanket.
I’m close to exploding, but I manage to hold back long enough for her to ride out her orgasm, rocking against me, every muscle in her body slowly uncoiling.
Then my name falls from her lips…
“Christian,” she groans, her damp forehead resting against mine.
That’s it. That’s all it takes.
My balls tighten, and with one final, savage thrust, I pull her hips down, and pump my cum into the paradise of her body, a strangled moan escaping from somewhere deep inside my black soul.
We stay like that for long minutes, catching our breath, until she starts squirming against me, pushing against my chest. I tilt my head back and look at her without loosening my grip. I can’t let her go.
With a laugh, she tries to pry my hands off her hips. “Let me up.”
“No.”
She purses her lips playfully. “I have to pee.”
With a growl, I release her, and she scurries off to the bathroom, giving me full view of that pretty ass. Leaning back against the pillows, I reach for my phone on the nightstand. Five texts light up my screen. All from Jackson asking me where the fuck I am.
The ceremony. Fuck.
It’s starting soon. With a sigh, I shoot a text off to Jackson, then get up and walk into the bathroom. Eve is standing at the sink, wiping blood off her thighs with a washcloth.
“Are you on your period?”
She looks up at me. “No, I’m using the NuvaRing, and I only get a period if I take it out. It’s probably time for me to switch it, though.” She pushes her fingers in, feeling for it. After a millisecond, her brows pinch and panic flashes across her face. “It’s not there.”
“Don’t freak out. I know my way around a pussy. I’ll find it.” I move in close and push two fingers into her soft channel. She’s wet, still drenched with my cum. My mouth hovers over hers. “What am I looking for?”
“A plastic ring thing. It fits right over my cervix.”
We just fucked. I just came. And yet, my cock swells as I search, pushing my finger in until I feel the soft rim of her cervix. “There’s nothing there.”
“Are you sure?”
I’m almost offended by her question. “I know my way around a pussy—especially this pussy.”
“Shit,” she breathes, pushing me away. She starts pacing the bathroom. “I’ve heard that it can fall out, especially after—” She gestures to me “—vigorous activity. But it’s never happened to me before.”
Catching her hand, I pull her into my arms, enjoying the feel of her naked skin pressed against mine. “It’s not a big deal. Stop freaking out.”
“Not a big deal?” she squeaks, pulling back so she can look at me. “Are you serious? You could have gotten me pregnant, Christian. I could be pregnant right now .”
“Yeah, and?” I say, picturing her swollen with my baby, glowing with it, tying her to me in a way that even she could never undo—undeniable proof that she’s mine. “Sounds like the universe is trying to tell us something.”
With a scoff, she shoves off my chest and storms into the bedroom, still naked, tearing through the bed, searching the floor, everywhere she can think to look. “It’s not here,” she says with a huff, turning her focus on me. “Did you do this? Did you take it out that night you drugged me?”
“I wish I’d thought of that,” I say—the truth. “But, hell, until about two minutes ago, I didn’t even know what a NuvaRing was.” Also, the truth.
I make it easy on myself and stick with condoms. Well, until Eve. But I’m not even mad about it. I hope to God she is pregnant.
Deflating, she shakes her head, tears gathering in her eyes. I pull her into another hug, pressing my lips gently to the top of her head. Her coconut scent surrounds me, warm and calming. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out, okay?”
“I have another ring in my bag,” she says, her voice muffled against my chest. “Can you get it?”
Fuck no.
“Shouldn’t you be seen by a doctor before going back on it, just in case?” I’m reaching, trying to stall her. “We can make an appointment tomorrow.”
She nods against my chest, sniffling. “Yeah, okay.”
Pulling back, I straighten and look down at her. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips bruised. “I need to handle a couple of things before the ceremony tonight,” I say. “Try to get some rest while I’m gone.”
Shame twists through me as I brush my lips over hers, savoring the last few moments before she despises me again. Because once she discovers what I have planned for her tonight, there’s no going back—no love, no absolution, just the bloody wreckage of what we could have been…