Chapter 26
Penelope
How to fall hard for a man in less than thirty days.
Wasn’t that a title of a book somewhere? Although in my case, the title should actually be a little darker, edgier.
How to fall hard for a deviant, dominating, dangerous assassin in less than thirty days.
I wasn’t certain if I was of sound mind after his near admittance that he’d killed several people. Why wasn’t I running hard and fast to get away from him instead of enjoying the most powerful kiss we’d shared so far?
Why wasn’t I eager to call the police, turning Christian in for being just like his father? Instead my pussy was throbbing, my panties already damp in anticipation and eagerness of having his thick cock shoved deep into my cunt.
What I did know somewhere in the furthest reaches of my conscience was that I should not feel as strongly about the man holding me in his arms as I was. Yet men who’d once been feared as evil and nothing else, were now glorified in books and movies as being gods of sex.
Dominating.
Passionate.
The perfect alpha male.
And in Christian’s case, all of it was true.
How many dark romance books had I read in my life? Enough to know the difference between fiction and real life. Maybe the lines were blurred, but I didn’t doubt from what I’d read about Thomas Atwood that he was a terrible man. Did that mean he deserved to die?
Well…
I was breathless, lightheaded, and had a swarm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
As he rolled his hand down my back, cupping my bottom, I swung one leg around his.
I could honestly enjoy kissing him for hours.
The time for chastising my behavior or my desires for him was over. At least for now.
The closeness was exactly what I needed, the feeling that he’d wipe the world away to keep me safe meaning more than he could understand.
He half carried, half dragged me toward where he’d parked. When he finally broke the kiss, he took his time tracing my lips with the tip of his tongue, slowly moving it to my ear. After a quick slip into the shell, he bit my earlobe.
All while I was shuddering and crawling the fingers of one hand down his shirt, which I tugged on until I was able to slide my hand underneath.
The scalding heat from his skin seared my fingertips and I offered a strangled moan.
“Do you want me?” he whispered.
“Uh-huh.”
“Do you crave having my cock buried deep inside your hot, wet pussy?”
“Yes.” I kneaded his muscles, savoring every second of tracing the indentations. How could any man be so perfectly chiseled?
“Then as I told you before, you deserve everything. And I’m going to ensure that you receive it.”
He rolled his lips across my jaw to my lips, biting my lower one before finally breaking our heated connection. But only long enough for him to yank off my shirt while I struggled to tear off his jacket.
His shirt was next and as soon as the entirety of his chest was bare, I lowered my head and pressed kisses from side to the other.
Every sound was guttural, so much like the predator I’d realized he’d always been. Being with him was exciting, thrilling in a way I shouldn’t hunger for, but here we were. I was already fumbling with his belt while still licking his stomach.
He fisted my hair, taking several deep breaths while allowing me to enjoy myself. I could easily explore every inch of his body for hours, but we both had a sense of urgency.
As I made my way back toward his lips, his patience ran out. With his hand firmly wrapped around my hair, he yanked my head, crushing my mouth as before. This time there was even more of a dire need, the hunger we were both experiencing explosive.
Soon after, we were too crazed, animals in the wild who couldn’t control our actions. Within seconds, the remainder of our clothes were tossed away and he had me in his arms. His two long strides had him straddling the bike, leaning back on the seat.
As I straddled the Harley as well, facing him as I did, I realized the bike suited his personality perfectly.
While I remained on my toes, returning to the enjoyment of kneading his chest, he pretended he had something to lean against. He even crossed his arms behind his head, wearing a smirk I’d first seen at the hotel.
A game, huh?
“What if I hadn’t burned you with coffee? Who would have been the lucky contestant?”
His smirk faded, his eyes darkening to an entirely different color. “Apparently you don’t understand. All that I really wanted was you. Every single inch. And I knew the first time I saw you that I wouldn’t leave San Diego without getting exactly what I wanted.”
“Good answer.”
Apparently, he wasn’t interested in waiting any longer or playing any additional games. He yanked me closer, forcing me to lean against him. His hot breath created shivers, the way he was looking at me keeping me wet and my pussy throbbing.
And his words were everything I needed.
“There’s no one else but you, sweet Penelope. You’re exactly what I want and need. Now ride me, baby, because I’m in pain.”
What was it about the thought of fucking a man on a Harley that was so sinfully appealing?
Everything.
I rubbed my palm down his chest, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock, which was throbbing. The warmth was incredible. As I stroked him several times, his eyelids became heavier, now hooded. Another perfect reflection of his dominating personality.
There was such enjoyment in feeling like I held some control, including by rolling his cockhead up and down my slickened pussy.
The scent of our combined desire wafted between us, carried by the light breeze.
The setting was perfect, the sound of leaves being tickled on their branches and the water teasing the rocks amazing.
He gripped my hip, a reminder not to keep him waiting.
As soon as I pushed the tip just inside, he dropped his gaze, taking his time shifting it up my chest to my face. Now, with his nostrils flared, he appeared even more like a predator just before yanking me down.
I threw my head back, allowing a strangled moan to express my joy. The feel of his cock filling me, stretching my muscles was incredible. An instant ache turned into sheer rapture. Still on the balls of my feet, I rocked against him.
He kept a firm hold on my hip, tossing his other arm behind his head as if completely relaxed. And he enjoyed allowing me to do the work.
Somehow, he kept the bike steady as I bucked hard, rising several times until only the tip was inside. His chest rose and fell as my actions became more forceful. I pressed both hands on his chest, even digging my nails into his skin.
He was lovely to look at, terribly handsome and I felt so free around him of both burdens and guilt, I considered this an incredible moment shared.
No matter the outcome.
I tossed my head from side to side, slowing my moves until I was barely rocking him, yet the friction was more heightened than before.
Christian took another deep breath, lifting his body so it was parallel to mine. Together we rocked, the powerful man using his strong leg muscles to lift me up with every savage thrust.
I swung one arm over his shoulder, neither one of us blinking as we fucked each other.
Soon, we were both perspiring, beads of sweat rolling down both sides of his face as a slow and steady wet string fell down the back of my neck. Nothing could be better than sharing the explosive passion with him.
There was no telling how much time had passed and it seemed it didn’t matter. We were locked in a moment, two damaged people seeing salvation as well as joy.
He knew exactly how to make me crazy and within seconds, the deep core ache in my pussy was all I could think about. Stars flashed in front of my eyes, the flutter in my stomach creating a feeling of being lightheaded.
This time in letting go, I threw my arm into the air and allowed the creatures in the forest to experience the wave of ecstasy as the climax rolled through me.
Christian didn’t stop, rocking me even harder. I tossed my head from side to side, laughing softly as a single orgasm drifted into a wave.
Soon, I sensed he was close to allowing his own moment of satisfaction. I clenched my pussy muscles, pushing him back and lowering my body toward his. The sensations rolling through me were electrified and there were no words needed.
Perhaps I really was insane, but I sensed this wasn’t just about sharing our hunger for each other. At least not for me. I was falling in love with the man. For better for worse, for good or bad. Yes, I was.
Even if he was a dangerous, brutal man with no conscience. I’d begun to think I had less of one than I’d thought for all these years.
As soon as he filled me with his seed, I collapsed in his arms where we remained. Both remaining quiet. Both lost in thought.
We were both quiet while dressing, twilight creating a backdrop of shadows, but I felt completely safe with him.
Moments ticked by as the sun continued to fade, drifting into shadows that would ordinarily make me afraid.
I kept my face pressed against his chest, enjoying the thrumming of his heartbeat.
His body was so warmth, keeping the chill away.
We didn’t need to say anything, just enjoying being together.
But as with all delicious fantasies, this had to eventually come to an end.
When we were finally dressed, he moved closer, not touching me, but standing close.
“What now?” I asked.
“Now, I handle Carrington.”
“How?” I thought about the name he’d brought up. Southshore. I’d heard or seen it somewhere, but where? It would nag me until I figured out the puzzle.
He brushed hair over my shoulders, dropping his gaze. “I’m not certain yet.”
“You made a promise.”
“I’m aware.”
“Just so we are clear. You did kill your employee. Right?”
The lift of his gaze allowed me to see some amusement in his eyes. “I like to call it eliminating a problem, but yes.”
A tiny shiver coursed through me, but not enough I was nervous. “And the guy at the hotel, the one who accosted me at the charity event and outside?”