Chapter 35 Roderick #3
“Seems to me like you're enjoying it,” she taunts, and I don’t even need to see her face to know she still has that smug smirk.
She pulls one hand away from the wall, and it disappears beneath her.
I watch her other arm shake as it supports her weight and feel the tremors in her legs as she gets closer to release.
It doesn’t make sense when she twists, bringing her hand up and around her, right up to my face before she presses her fingers to my lips.
Her pomegranate scent was already strong, being this close to her, but something else mixed with it, something intoxicating.
Without thinking, I open for her, sucking her fingers into my mouth, and without asking, I know it's Jade.
Her arousal, mixed with her pomegranate scent, and the way she offered it up to me has my brain short-circuiting.
“Just like I am,” she hums breathlessly.
I lick her fingers clean, and when she pulls them out of my mouth with a pop, I can’t stop the low rumble in my chest, mourning the loss of her flavor.
“I don’t mind being an outlet for your rage, Rick. I think our darkness could get along beautifully,” she tells me, pushing wet strands of hair away from her face before once again bracing herself against the wall. “But you have to let it out to play.”
“No.” I snap at her without thought. I’ve done a lot of damage over the years when I lose control. Mostly, I can keep a grip on it, and when I can’t, I can usually find some lowlife who deserves to be on the receiving end of it. But not Jade. She doesn’t deserve that.
“I’m not afraid of you.” Her words are sharp, and I know she’s telling the truth.
They catch me so off guard that I pause mid-thrust to look down at her.
Her eyes shine with the truth of her words, leaving me speechless.
Most people, with the exception of Kratos, are afraid of me.
Hell, I’ve had times when even the guys were afraid of me, when I let go just a little too much and they worried I wouldn’t be able to rein it back in.
I know the monster that I am.
Jade might not be afraid of my darkness, but I’m afraid of me enough for the both of us. I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to her, especially if I caused it.
Jade takes my moment of pause into her own hands, slipping not only from my grip but off of my cock as she spins around, pressing her back against the wall to face me.
“Come on, Ricky boy, play with me,” she says, taunting me with a smile that is equal parts adorable and vicious. “I’m not fragile.”
She steps toward me, where I stand in a daze at the weird turn of events that's just happened.
“I know you want to play.” She takes another step, and I have to resist the urge to back away from her. “And I know you want to fuck me.” She wants me to lose control with her, and that’s not something I’ve ever done with anyone before.
“And you know I want you to fuck me.” She’s right in front of me now, looking up at me, and I can see the challenge in her eyes as she watches me.
“Don’t worry, if you get to be too much, I’ll just take you down the same way I have a dozen times in the last few weeks.”
She says it simply, as if it’s no big deal, and she’s not wrong.
We’ve all gone rounds with her and got our asses handed to us, but that doesn’t mean she can handle me without control.
I can’t even control myself. I often come out of my rage confused and missing things.
It takes days before I remember everything sometimes, if I remember at all.
I want to tell her that, explain how dangerous what she’s asking for is, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out.
I can feel my rage as if it’s a tangible thing inside of me, and I know she’s pushing my buttons on purpose.
I should back down, put a stop to this, but a part of me doesn’t want to.
I want to lose control with her.
“Ah, I see you,” Jade says, reaching up on her tiptoes to boop my nose in a way that's both irritating and adorable. “Now, come catch me and put that rage to use. Show me just how much you want me.”
The moment the words leave her mouth, she plants her hands on my chest, shoving me hard. I wasn’t expecting the hit, and I stumble back a step as she darts out of the shower. It only takes me a moment to regain my footing, but by the time I do, she’s already made it out of the bathroom.
I expect her to stop, maybe run around my bed or attempt to hide, but she shocks the fuck out of me when she throws the door open and continues out into the hallway without a single concern about just how very naked and dripping wet she is.
Logically, I know the only people in the house are those we trust, but the idea of someone else having her right now pushes me to move faster.
I need to be the one to catch her. The one to fuck her.
Catch my Firefly.
The thought plays on a loop in my head like a mantra, pushing everything else away as she races down the hall toward my office, her laughter ringing back to me the same way it did when I chased her from the library not long ago.
The situation is completely different this time, but the thrill of it is still there, and her laughter has a smile pulling at my lips despite how feral I might feel right now, or maybe because of that.
She crashes through the door, and a moment later, I’m there as she runs around the desk, putting us both on opposite sides. My office is where I spend most of my time while we’re here, or it used to be before Jade.
Everything I need for the clubs is here, and I do most of my thinking here since the guys know to leave me alone.
Everything in this room is important, and I rarely let others in here.
Especially not soaking wet to drip all over everything, but right now, I can’t find it in myself to give a shit about a single piece of paper, or anything else for that matter.
Jade watches me from the other side of the desk, and I know she’s waiting to see what I’ll do.
She’s either got me figured out, or she's great at reading people.
She knew exactly what she was doing when she brought me in here.
Lunging over the desk scatters papers and knocks things all over the place. I hear things shifting around me, hitting the ground and falling aside, but I can’t bring myself to care enough to look at the havoc I’m causing.
Jade smiles as I close in on her, my hand going around her throat as I press her back to the large floor-to-ceiling windows that face out toward the dense woods that surround our home.
She’s fucking crazy.
She doesn’t fight me. The joy on her face lets me know she’s enjoying this, just like I am, maybe even more.
Yeah, she’s fucking crazy, but in the best way.
I keep my grip on her throat as I turn around, pulling her against me as I clear what's left on my desk with a swipe of my arm. She bends when I press her back, her body like putty in my hands. It only makes this sweeter to have such a strong woman surrendering to my beast.
The moment her back is on the desk, I lift her leg, throwing it over my shoulder.
You’d think after that chase I wouldn’t be hard anymore.
You’d be wrong. I’m harder than steel right now, much harder than I can ever remember being with anyone else.
One swipe over her pussy with the head of my cock, and I know she’s soaking wet for me, damn near dripping, and I know sliding into her will be effortless.
Unable to wait a moment longer, I thrust into her, our simultaneous groans filling the room. I don’t give her a second to adjust. I can’t. She wanted the rage, and now she has it, and we are both completely at its mercy.
Her legs shake after just a few minutes, and I know she’s close.
She was almost there in the shower before she took off, and the chase only seemed to heighten it for both of us.
Her hair is dripping all over my desk, the green and black both impossibly darker from the water, and somehow all I can think about is licking the water off her tits as they bounce with each thrust.
Leaning forward, I do just that, sucking one of her already hard nipples into my mouth. I lick and suck on it for a moment before I rake my teeth over it, making her back arch up off the desk, pressing her impossibly closer.
“More!” she demands.
I pump my hips into her harder, faster, but she shakes her head at me.
“No, give me more of you.”
I don’t slow my movement as I wonder what the fuck she’s talking about, but when I make no move to give in to her demand, she takes matters into her own hands.
Jade presses off the desk, pulling her leg free from over my shoulder to sit up. She wraps her legs around my hips and lets her arms drape over my shoulders.
For a moment, I think this is what she wanted, to be closer, but when her nails dig into my back as she pulls them back up to my shoulder, something clicks.
She said more after I bit her.
She wants me to be rougher.
“I’ll gladly be an outlet for your rage, Rick,” she says, panting, her words broken by my thrusts, but she forces herself to keep going. “Everyone needs a safe place to let go. Let me be yours.”
She peers up at me through her lashes, and even with her pupils blown wide in desire, I can see the pleading look there.
I tangle my hand in her hair without a second thought, pulling her head back so that I can slam my lips to hers, biting down on her lower lip. Her hands grip my shoulders, keeping her pressed to me, as I work my other hand between us to press on her clit in tight circles.
Her legs grip me like a vise, and she pants and whimpers into my mouth.
“Come with me, Firefly.” I damn near plead with her as I slam into her over and over, and she does exactly that. Her walls grip me, triggering me, and the release I'd been holding back is so intense I worry for a moment that I might pass out as spots dance in my vision.
I’ve had a lot of sex, but never like this. I never let feelings be mixed in, no matter the type, and I’ve been very careful to keep my rage from anyone who didn’t deserve it.
When the spots clear, I untangle my hand from her hair and look down at her to find her with a satisfied smile on her face as she stares up at me.
“See Rick. Beauty doesn’t cure the beast.” She leans into me, and her whole face softens. “Only another beast can understand. We don’t need a cure; we just need an outlet.”
She pulls away from me, letting my now limp dick fall from her before she rolls backward over the desk, easily landing on her feet.
She stands facing me on the other side of it.
With a wink, she turns and heads down the hall back toward my room, and all I can do is stand and watch her go.
My eyes fall to her ass as she goes, and my dick twitches.
Jesus Christ, can’t a guy get five minutes?
“Come on, Ricky boy, let’s go see if there's any hot water left so we can actually get clean. Then you can get that hand looked at,” she yells back over her shoulder before she disappears into my room.
I take a second to snap out of it enough to follow her with a shake of my head and a smile on my lips.
This girl is going to be the death of us all.
And I’ve never been more okay with that in my life.