Chapter 9
SUNSHINE
Icouldn’t believe this family, and I was pretty sure they were all slightly unstable.
But then, so was I, because V was right.
I wanted to live in this fantasy world with her and I was done denying myself.
I believed her when she said she was mine, and for the first time ever, I wanted to be owned and wholly someone else’s.
She was the first person who didn’t take from me, and that made me want to give her everything.
I decided in that moment that I would never doubt these feelings or us again.
She was my everything, and I would let this family burn the world to ashes to protect what I had found in her.
Hope. Love. Safety. Turning to her, I cupped her cheeks and felt the gentle thud of her forehead as it rested on mine.
Whispering so only she could hear, I said the words that would seal this new string of fate. ‘I love you.’
Before I could do anything else, her lips crashed into mine, and the floor disappeared from under me as V swept me up into her arms. She strode us towards the table, placing me on its edge and pulling my legs in one quick movement as she stepped between them, pressing against me.
‘Out!’ she shouted, as embarrassment rushed over me. I had forgotten that we weren’t alone. I heard them both chuckle before the door clicked shut behind them.
V kissed down my neck. ‘Say it again,’ she pleaded, pulling my chin to meet her gaze. Her eyes were ragged with emotion.
‘I’m yours, V. Wholly and completely yours, from this moment until the end. I love you.’
A groan escaped her lips as she ground her hips into mine before plunging her fingers into my pants.
‘Fuck, Sunshine, if I had known you weren’t wearing anything under these, I wouldn’t have even let you come down here.
We would have been stuck upstairs this whole time doing exactly this. You drive me fucking crazy.’
Without hesitation, she slid a finger inside me; I was wet and I didn’t need any coaxing. Her raw, unfiltered need was enough for me.
She added another finger as my back arched. I still didn’t quite understand how those long nails of hers never hurt me when she was inside me, but she glided through me knowing exactly where to touch.
‘Say it,’ she gritted as she held her fingers just outside my slit, barely grazing it, teasing me.
‘I love you.’
The second the words left my lips she slammed into me before drawing them out and pausing. ‘Again,’ she commanded.
‘I love you,’ I breathed. I felt her fingers brush against my walls—filling me, going deep, reaching for my fucking soul. Not letting me relish in the sensation for long before she pulled completely out of me once more. I whimpered, wanting more from her.
‘Again.’
Fuck, she was going to edge me.
‘I love you.’ I barely got the words out, too distracted by the empty feeling; my core clenched, trying to find something but finding nothing.
I found relief as her fingers slid back in and curled inside me but this time she didn’t pull out.
They sat inside me, millimeters from that sweet spot that would have my world shattering.
I lifted my hips trying to get her deeper; I needed her to touch that one spot.
‘Tell me why and don’t stop unless you want me to stop,’ she ground out. I could tell this was torturing her just as much as it was me and that sent a powerful thrill through me. Her fingers began to thrum but my lips weren’t moving. She stilled again, waiting until her words sunk in.
‘Your eyes—the way you look at me, hungry. Your touch—it sends lightning through my veins. Your body—stunning; every curve, every tattoo is breathtaking to look at. The way you care about me, consider what I want first. The way you always give me the option, the control. The way you view me, like I’m worthy, like I have value, like I’m special.
The way I know you would burn the world to the ground for me.
The way you make me want to do the same for you.
The way our bodies fit so perfectly. Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god, V! I can’t…’
Waves of pleasure crashed through me as her finger traced that one special spot within me and had my body detonating. Lightly, she stroked the spot, wringing out every last pulse of pleasure from me.
‘The way I connect with you, like I’ve always known you, like we were born with the sole purpose of meeting one day, and that I was incomplete, living a half-life until I met you.
I love you because every second with you feels right, feels safe.
Like we were meant to be. I love you’—I kissed her—‘because of your passion, your confidence, your pure determination. Because you consume my mind and every waking thought and just thinking about you has become my happy place in a world that’s stripped too much away from me.
Because you make me feel both safe and alive at the same time.
I just fucking love you, V. Because you’re everything.
’ There was that word again. There was no other way to describe her, or us, and what this had become in such a short amount of time.
‘Then make me feel it.’ Her words were my undoing.
I got up, pushing her down onto the table.
I would show her exactly how I revered her.
How much I valued her. I kissed her lips gently at first, the softness beckoning me to kiss a little harder, to drag that supple flesh between my teeth and bite.
The feel of her tongue was warm and inviting, coaxing me deeper, wanting to consume her.
The kiss turned desperate before I pulled back, dragging her bottom lip between my teeth.
Letting her catch her breath, I moved down to her neck.
And as I sucked her flesh into my mouth, drawing her blood to the surface, she moaned arching into me.
Kissing down her chest, I lavished attention on her breasts.
Flicking her nipple with my tongue until it pebbled, I grazed my teeth over it, drawing a breathy moan from her.
Moving to the next breast, I did the same thing.
Her nails dug into my shoulders as she desperately tried to hold onto reality while sinking further into her pleasure.
I drew more of her into my mouth and sucked watching her back arch once more.
Pretty thing liked that, I wondered if she would like the feeling elsewhere.
My lips trailed down her body ever so teasingly; I wanted her needy beneath me.
I wanted to be wholly in control, and she was so close to losing herself to me and what I could give her.
V let out a frustrated cry as I grazed my lips back and forth over the inside of her thigh, drawing closer, before pulling back.
My hands stroked the outside of her thighs and her skin erupted into little bumps of delight.
Edging closer I exhaled over the slit between her legs and that sweet little clit of hers that would have her losing her mind in seconds if touched right.
She whimpered—actually fucking whimpered—under me and it drove me feral as she slid her fingers into my hair, pulling me flush with her body, not allowing me to escape her clutches and the pleasure I promised.
I chuckled; this is exactly how I wanted her—what I had been building to.
She wanted me to show her, and I would. Barely touching her, my tongue almost hovered over her as I licked up her slit.
I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Her fingers pulled harder and that touch of pain went straight to my molten core, making me almost as wet and needy as her.
This time, I pressed my flattened tongue against her and laved at her, wanting every last drop of that almost metallic taste.
Nothing compared to it; I wanted to drink it, be covered in it and inhale it.
I strummed my tongue over her clit and watched as her body tightened and squirmed.
The pressure I had built in her body was making her overly sensitive.
Wanting to push her further, I pushed a finger inside her.
‘Fuck!’ she gasped, bucking off the table and chasing my finger as I drew out.
This time, I pushed into her with two. My hands were much smaller than V’s, so I knew I could fit more inside her, and I wanted to see just how many that was.
I wanted to make her my own personal puppet, completely controlling her.
I needed it. To feel that power after I had been stripped of mine again and again.
As I thrust my fingers into her, she raised her hips to meet me.
I pressed her back down, my hand splayed just below her stomach, stilling her.
My thumb brushed over her clit a couple times in warning.
If she wanted this, I would set the pace.
I was about to give her exactly what she wanted and then some.
I plunged a third finger inside of her as she cried out, completely euphoric.
I stayed inside her and curled my fingers up over that sweet spot inside of her.
Her whole body shuddered as I used my other hand to press down a touch more, so that I could almost feel my fingers curl inside of her from the outside.
Her pleasure ratcheted up, and she began to pant, moaning as she lost herself under my touch.
She was close; I felt it in the way her body coiled, ready to explode.
I pulled out at the very last second before I knew she would tip over that edge and her body would take her with it whether I wanted it to or not.
She almost screamed in frustration, but no sound came out.
Instead, a single tear trailed down her face.
I licked it and savoured the taste of salt on my tongue.
I had never had this power over someone, and it thrilled me. She had given me this.
A thought struck me then: I enjoyed her crying under me, controlling her, punishing her.
Was I just as bad as Jason? No. I didn’t want to hurt her; I don’t think I ever could.
This was all about pleasure—her pleasure—and knowing that I was creating so much turmoil in her body that she would detonate like a euphoric explosion, overwhelming all of her senses.
I would sear myself into her soul and body, ruining her for anyone else.
She would never be able to have anyone touch her again without remembering me, and how good I made her feel.
I slammed my three fingers back into her and drew them back out just as quickly, repeating the rhythm over and over again.
I glided through her as she soaked me in her wetness.
My other hand roamed over her body, pulling on a nipple before finding her neck and gripping it.
She loved a touch of pain with her pleasure—just like I did—and I would give it to her.
I squeezed just hard enough that she had to hold her breath.
Her eyes burned into mine as I continued pushing into her at an ungodly rhythm.
I watched as that fire in her eyes fluttered.
The black dots in her vision undoubtedly creeping in further as the room faded and all that was left was me slamming into her repeatedly as I wrung the pleasure from her body.
Easing my grip off of her neck, I slammed into her deeper than I had before, touching that sweet spot that had her body exploding as a guttural scream left her.
She gushed on her dining room floor and I dove between her legs, licking at the liquid as it dripped down her thighs. She tasted fucking incredible.
I let her catch her breath, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Pulling her up, I had to almost hold her so she wouldn’t slip from the table.
‘Did you feel it?’ I asked, kissing that soft spot on her neck under her ear.
‘Yes,’ she cried as she smiled at me, tears streaming down her face. Panic roared through me.
‘What’s wrong, V? Why are you crying? What did I do?’ I asked, clasping her face between my hands, pleading with her.
‘Nothing—it was absolutely perfect. I’ve just never experienced anything like that; I think my body is overwhelmed. These are happy tears, Sunshine,’ she said, kissing me reassuringly. I let out a sigh of relief, letting my forehead meet hers as I breathed her in.
‘Let’s eat and get cleaned up. I want to take you somewhere,’ V said, using my body to steady herself. Only now did the sinking feeling of the fact that I had just fucked her on the dining room table she shared with her brothers—the same brothers who were currently in this very house.
‘Please tell me these walls are soundproof,’ I groaned. She laughed but nodded as relief washed over me. Thank God.
‘We learnt that lesson the hard way after we overheard Xav in a rather compromising position. We ended up renovating the whole house with soundproofing to be careful.’