Chapter Thirty-Two
S he had my dick so hard and my head so fucked, all I wanted to do was yank her pants down and thrust in to her.
Instead, I chuckled.
She was so fucking innocent and na?ve that she couldn’t grasp that a man who killed four men in front of her wasn’t what she wanted. Hell, maybe I misread every goddamn thing about her and she was as fucked as me and that was precisely why she thought she wanted me. Who the fuck was I to judge? I was lying between her lush thighs and my trigger finger was still fucking twitching.
“Trust me, sweetheart, I know what you want, and past this single fuck, it’s not me.” But goddamn, I was already thinking about taking her over and over.
I’d wanted to fuck her since I first laid eyes on her. I didn’t give a shit that she was a client now. I should’ve, I needed this job and Luna had rules up the ass about this shit. But I didn’t fucking care. We were the only two people here, no one would know.
But she had to say yes to my terms, and I was growing fucking impatient. I needed to shoot something, smoke a goddamn pack or I needed to fuck. Period.
“Make a decision,” I demanded.
Her sweet body shuddered under me, and her small-as-fuck hands landed around the back of my neck. “I thought I already had,” she said, breathless and sexier than I guaranteed she knew she was being.
“Not good enough.” Ruthless, I licked the side of her neck.
A small moan sounded in her throat, then she dished out a dose of balls I didn’t know she had. “I’m not going to agree to one time.” Her leg hitched higher on my waist. “I might want more.”
I smiled.
I fucking smiled .
“Is that right?” My mouth on her throat, I swirled my tongue. “How much more?” I had no business negotiating this shit with her. And I told myself I wasn’t. Then I tried to convince myself I was only humoring her to get laid, but fuck, I already wanted more of her.
Less shy now, more aggressive, she brought her face up and kissed my neck. “Show me what it’s like, and I’ll tell you how much more.”
I fucking froze. “What?” She was a virgin?
Her face flushed, and she buried herself against my neck. “I meant show me what you’re like.” She rubbed her sweet heat along my cock, then she bit my fucking neck.
My dick surged. “Jesus fucking Christ,” I muttered. “You like it rough?”
She didn’t answer the question. Instead, she whispered in my ear, “Take me.”
I yanked her pants off, shoved my boxers down and fisted my cock. “Last chance,” I warned, rubbing through her wet-as-shit folds. “Say no.”
“Yes.”
I shoved into her in one thrust, and too late, I felt the telltale resistance.
Her back arched, her legs went stiff and she screamed out in pain.
Fuck, fuck, fuck .
She went deathly quiet.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Ludeviene.” I grabbed the sides of her face as two tears slid down her cheeks. “Goddamn it, baby.” Motherfucking SHIT, she was a virgin, a goddamn virgin . Fuck, FUCK.
Another silent tear slid down her face.
“ Breathe .” Goddamn, even her tears were fucking classy. But fuck , a virgin?
Sucking in a breath, she grasped my biceps in a death grip.
“Hold on, baby.” I had to pull the fuck out, but fuck me, I didn’t want to and it was gonna hurt her worse the way she was fucking clamped down on me.
Fuck.
Fuck .
I pulled her into my arms and slid out slow as possible. “Sh, sh, you’re okay.” Goddamn it, I didn’t do this. I didn’t do this comfort bullshit, and I sure as hell didn’t do virgin bullshit. But FUCK.
I pulled out the last two inches, and she buried her head against my chest and shook.
“Come on, babe, you’re okay.” I patted her back awkwardly. “It shouldn’t hurt now.”
She still shook.
I sat up, but she didn’t let go. She curled on my fucking lap and clung to me.
Blood on my dick, blood on the sheet, I didn’t give a shit about her having her period, but now I didn’t know if that shit was her period or her virginity, and it was fucking with my head, and she was upset, and goddamn that was bothering me.
I patted her back again like a fucking tool. “You hurt?”
Her bun having come lose, she shook her head and her hair spread out over my chest. “No, why did you stop?”
Was she fucking serious? “You’re a virgin.”
“You don’t sleep with virgins?”
Fuck me. “No.”
Her posture stiffened, and anger filtered into her tone. “Well, I never intended to sleep with a murderer, so I guess that makes us even.”
Jesus fucking Christ, this woman. I almost smiled. “Is that right?”
“Yes.”
I didn’t want to be even with this woman. I wanted to dominate the fuck out of her. “Then it’s a good thing I didn’t come.”
She pulled back and looked at me like I had two fucking heads. “You mean… if you don’t… then it’s not…?” She sucked in a sharp breath. “You’re not serious?”
I didn’t know why the fuck she was sexy as hell all flustered, but she was. I didn’t do virgins. I fucked women who had a lot of experience and who knew the score. I didn’t have time to teach a woman how to suck my dick or take me deep. I didn’t want to fuck around with inexperienced shit, and I sure as hell didn’t want to risk a fucking virgin getting attached.
But goddamn, this virgin straddling my junk was making my dick harder, not softer.
Dangerously close to throwing her down and saying fuck it and just burying myself back inside the tightest cunt I’d ever experienced, I changed the subject.
“You cried,” I accused, like me taking her in one goddamn thrust was her fault.
Her shoulders straightened. “I didn’t tell you to stop.”
The fuck? “Woman,” I warned, “don’t give me that bullshit. You fucking convulsed like I’d stabbed you.”
Innocence, pure and fucking unaffected, spread across her face, and her voice went soft. “Well, you sort of did.”
I rubbed a hand over my mouth to stop the fucking smile. “I don’t even know what to say to you right now.” And that was a first.
Abruptly pushing off me, she stood. “Well then….”
Suddenly it was fucking déjà vu.
Blood on her thighs, her hair everywhere, she looked down at herself.
Except we weren’t on an island surrounded by cartel fucks, and my blood-smeared dick was rock-hard because I was a sick fuck.
She glanced at the couch, and I followed her gaze.
“I guess I’m good at bloodying sheets.” Quiet and too fucking restrained, her voice barely cut through the silence in the house.
“Fuck the sheet.” I grabbed my dick and stroked myself.
Her gaze cut to my hand.
“You want to come?” Because I fucking did.
She looked down at her thighs again. “I’m… messy.”
“I don’t give a shit about the blood.” If I did, I was in the wrong fucking business. I didn’t wait for her to answer. “Take your shirt off.”
She pressed her thighs together. “What are you doing?”
Making her feel good. “Giving you what you want.”
“And you don’t want it?” she challenged.
Shit, I loved the unassuming backbone on this woman. “I fucking want it.”
She took the hem of her shirt, but she didn’t take it off, she tugged it down. “You swear a lot.”
“And you’re fucking gorgeous. Come here.”
Hesitant, sexy as hell, she stepped toward me.
I stroked my cock. “Closer.”
“I’m…” Her gaze darted to my hand, and her voice went quiet.
“I’m embarrassed,” she admitted.
Beaten, bloodied, and in borrowed clothes after having her virginity freshly taken, she still stood in front of me with poise. The same poise she’d had outside the club, but now there was more to her than good upbringing and money. “About?” I hated what that more was from, but Jesus, she was beautiful.
Her gaze dropped, and her hand fell to the front of her thighs at the juncture of her legs. “The blood,” she whispered.
I gave her the hard truth. “I slit a man’s throat in front of you. You think I give a fuck about a little blood?” That asshole had bled out all over the goddamn floor.
She barely shrugged.
“Look at me,” I clipped.
Her head came up.
“Don’t start that silent bullshit with me again. You don’t want to talk to anyone else? Fine.” I could fucking relate. “But with me, you use words. Understood?” I’d fucking earned that much from her.
She started to nod
“Words,” I corrected.
“All right,” she whispered.
“Promise me,” I demanded, taking more than I should. “Promise you’ll always give me your words.”
Her gaze intent on mine, she licked her bottom lip, then she gave me what I didn’t deserve. “I promise you.”
I fucking inhaled. “Good.” Grasping the back of her leg, I urged her forward.
She stepped between my thighs.
I stroked her soft flesh. “Did I tell you I didn’t give a shit about this?” I ran my thumb over a streak of her blood.
She nodded.
“Words,” I clipped.
“Yes.”
“I don’t.” I stroked her again. “I also won’t lie to you.” She’d been through enough. “I want to fuck you.” I pressed my thumb with just enough pressure along the outside of her thigh. “I want to be inside you again.” I drew two fingers up and stroked between her legs. “Tightest cunt I ever felt.” And the sweetest, but I didn’t fucking tell her that.
Biting her lip, her hands found my shoulders and she leaned in to me.
I stroked through her heat again and pressed on her clit. “Do you want me to stop?”
She shook her head.
I narrowed my eyes, and my hand froze.
“No,” she said, breathless. “Please don’t stop.”