27. Chapter 27 #3
“It means,” I murmured, my thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip, “this is the moment you decide whether you trust me to keep you alive in it. I adore everything about you — the way you see the world, how fearless you are — but I need you alive. That means no flirting with danger, no talking to strangers, no…” I let the last word hang, frustration threading through the softness.
Her fingers slid up, resting against my chest, and she closed her eyes briefly before looking up at me. “I trust you. You’ll keep me safe.”
No hesitation. No doubt.
Something inside my chest snapped tight, squeezing all the air out of my lungs.
Her trust was probably one of the most precious things I’ve ever been handed. My hand moved up to her jaw, my thumb tracing the line of it slowly.
“So much faith in me.” I laughed softly. “You think I can control every situation?”
“Can’t you?”
My exhale was quiet. “I can control men who understand rules. You don’t follow rules. You … Well, you’re a little unpredictable, baby.”
She smiled at that. “I like to keep things exciting, I guess.”
God help me.
I pulled her closer, fully wrapping my arm around her this time and not caring about our surroundings. Addy stared up at me with her pretty brown eyes. For a moment, I forgot everything else, sucked into her orbit, under her spell.
As I looked down at her — this open, fearless, dangerously friendly woman who dismantled tension with a smile — I understood something with uncomfortable clarity.
Enemies I can eliminate. Territory I can secure … But protecting her from the consequences of her own light was going to require far more than strategy.
And then I kissed her, possessively, like I needed to remind myself she was still here, exactly where she was supposed to be. A low groan vibrated through my chest at her taste.
Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her. I wondered if I ever would. Each new detail I discovered about her made her more intriguing and intensified my obsession. How fast could I convince her to marry me?
I pulled back; we were both breathless and staring into each other’s eyes. Gently, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, taking in her flushed cheeks and swollen lips. I did that. I put that look on her gorgeous face.
My eyes darted down and I discovered, sure enough, her nipples had hardened, the barbells underneath outlined clearly through the fabric. I inhaled sharply through my nose, closed my eyes for a moment and tried to steady myself.
“What’s wrong?” She sounded so innocent. When I opened my eyes again, I found her looking up at me, her brows slightly drawn.
I huffed out an incredulous laugh. “You don’t even know what you’re doing to me, huh?”
“What do you—”
I relaxed my grip, turned her around and slid my hand up to her throat, holding it loosely. Pressing the hard length of my cock against her, I relished in the way her breath hitched audibly.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t seem to control myself around you.
” I increased the pressure on her throat, her body slumping against mine.
“And the thing is…” Walking her to the dressing room, I cut a sharp look over my shoulder at the owner of the shop until he gave me a curt nod. “I don’t want to.”
The dressing room didn’t have a door, only a curtain but I didn’t give a fuck. It drew shut behind us with a satisfying whoosh, and I directed my gaze to the mirror.
I took in my girl, her small body pressed against mine. The ink covering almost every inch of my body was a stark contrast to her delicate figure wrapped in this pretty dress.
Fuck, she was a vision.
Her throat bobbed under my palm as she swallowed. “So don’t.”
“Hm?” I raked my gaze over her, my brain not immediately catching up.
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, and I had to bite back a groan.
“Don’t hold back. Take what you want.”
I chuckled as I gathered her hair and swept it over one shoulder. Bending my head down, I traced the curve of her neck with the tip of my nose, leaving goosebumps in my wake.
“It’s cute that you think I had any intention of holding back, baby. But thanks for giving me permission.”
I nipped her delicate skin and sucked on it until she started to squirm.
“Sasha!” she gasped, and I drew back to survey my work. Satisfaction bloomed in my chest when I saw the dark purple bruise, marking her as mine.
“Yes, baby?”
Already, her breath was coming in short pants. Her butt was rubbing against my erection as she subtly tried to squeeze her thighs together.
“I need…” She broke off when I trailed open-mouthed kisses up to her ear.
“What do you need?”
“You.”
My head snapped up, meeting her gaze in the mirror. One word was my fucking undoing. I watched it happen in the mirror. Watched my smile turn feral, my eyes darken. Watched my surrender to the electric connection always buzzing between us like a live wire.
Her pulse jumped frantically under my hand. My own heart thundered against my ribs, which seemed impossible.
It sure as hell didn’t belong to me anymore, so why was it still beating in my unworthy chest? It belonged to her — I belonged to her — and I had a feeling she hadn’t yet realized how deep my feelings ran for her. How much power she held over me.
Shaking my head, I slowly turned her around and claimed her lips with a greedy kiss. My cock was straining in my pants, hard as a fucking rock. I backed her against the wall, silencing the gasp escaping her at the impact.
“I’ll never fucking get enough of you. You want me?” I murmured harshly, my lips brushing against hers. “You got me. Always. All you gotta do is say the word.”
Gripping her ass, I lifted her off the floor, her legs wrapping around my hips automatically. And why wouldn’t they? They were made to be there, she was made for me.
Addy gave a breathless laugh. “You don’t say? How generous.” There was a teasing edge to her voice, but even as she spoke, she ground her hips down on my cock.
My fingers dug into the globes of her ass, and I buried my head in her neck, groaning as I breathed in her scent.
“I know.” A shiver wrecked her body when I spoke right next to her ear and I smirked. “I’m always generous where you are concerned. Especially when you’re all needy and riled up for me.”
“Who says I’m needy?” She tried to keep her voice even but failed miserably. So fucking cute.
My eyebrows shot up and I pulled my head back to look at her. “Let’s check, shall we?”
Holding her weight up with one hand, I lifted the dress around her waist and slid my hand between us. I didn’t even have to pull her panties to the side to find out just how wet she was for me.
The little scrap of fabric was damp and clinging to her lips. I lifted my head and gave her a slow smirk.
Addy lifted her chin stubbornly. “So what? You’re hot. That doesn’t prove I’m needy though.”
“Mhh. Maybe not.” I pressed my forehead against hers, holding her gaze. “But this is.”
Pushing her panties to the side, I swiped a finger through her lips and watched how her eyes slid halfway shut. I eased one finger into her tight pussy and held it there, waiting. Addy was panting, waiting for me to fuck her like she expected.
Raising an eyebrow, I stared into her deep brown eyes. Her pussy spasmed around my finger and her juices soaked my hand, but I didn’t move.
Addy glared at me when she realized what I was doing. “Really?”
I lifted one shoulder, swiping my thumb over her clit just once, then stopping again. “Really. I want you to say it.”
“Say what?” she ground out through gritted teeth, her legs trembling in my grip.
“Say you’re a needy little slut.” Another swipe over her clit. “My needy little slut. Spreading your legs for me, gushing all over my hand, desperate to get fucked.” Her cunt tightened around my finger, and I smiled. “Say it.”
Her teeth dug into her lip as she searched my face, her walls pulsing around my finger without pause. My cock was leaking and twitching in my pants, but I was determined not to cave in. Placing my thumb on her swollen clit, I gave her no friction or movement.
Addy started to squirm, our heavy breaths mingling, until finally she gasped, “Fuck! I can’t take this anymore. I’m a slut, a needy little slut!”
I pulled out of her cunt, licking her arousal off my finger as she watched wide-eyed. Then her hands were frantically ripping at my jeans, tearing the button open and yanking the zipper down.
I gripped her wrist. “Ah-ah. Whose slut are you?”
Addy tore her gaze away from the outline of my cock in my boxers and I pressed a quick kiss to her lips, trying to encourage her.
“Come on, baby. I need you to say it.”
“Yours,” she breathed. “I’m your needy little slut, Sasha.”
“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, releasing her wrist and allowing her to free my cock. “Take what’s yours.”
Adjusting my grip, I let the tip of my dick slide through her lips and line up with her entrance. Without hesitation, I thrust up and sank into her, ravenous to feel her walls clench around me again.
Despite her being dripping wet and me having taken her multiple times last night, she was still as tight as a glove. With a grunt, I pushed forward, claiming the last inch and grinding my pelvis into her clit.
“Yesss,” she hissed, her head falling back against the wall with a dull thud.
I crushed my lips to hers hungrily, claiming her mouth as I withdrew and then rammed back inside. Addy’s hands were on my shoulders, her nails digging sharply into my muscles, sending sparks of pleasure racing down my spine.
“So fucking tight, baby. Feel that? Feel my fat cock stretching you open?” Addy whimpered and I nipped at her neck. “That’s the only cock you’ll ever feel again.”
Her eyes were glazed over and her gaze was drawn to my flexing biceps supporting her weight. She bit her lip, her gaze following the lines of the veins popping out on my forearms.
“Like what you see?” I smirked, pumping into her with languid strokes.
Addy’s head snapped up, her flushed cheeks reddening even more.