Chapter 9
Idon’t deserve her, never could, even if I hadn’t been an ass from the second I laid eyes on her. But if she’s willing to let me, I’ll help her conquer the whole fucking world. All she has to do is ask.
She trails her hands down my chest, and my eyes threaten to fall closed with how good her touch feels.
I’ve never been one to sleep around just because I can.
That was more Zander’s thing. I’m no stranger to sex; I’m just a little pickier, but I can already tell this won’t be the same. This is different.
Jade’s different.
The logical part of my brain tells me I should walk away.
We have enough on our plate as it is, and Jade’s our boss!
Everything about this is dangerous, but that only makes it that much sweeter.
The leader of Vengeance wants me in her bed.
I’ve tried to defy her before, but I failed.
I won’t be stupid enough to try again. I don’t want to.
“Don’t go getting all soft on me now,” she says with a laugh. I’m not sure what she just read on my face, but she clearly knows me better than I realized.
“Oh, this will be anything but soft, Demon. Don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” I assure her.
“Aww, you think I’m pretty?”
“Gorgeous, but I bet you would look even better coming apart underneath me,” I mutter, leaning forward, dropping a kiss to her collarbone before moving up her neck, and I hear her breathing hitch. “Or maybe with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
She lifts her chin to give me better access, and I bite down on the soft skin there.
Her body tenses underneath me, drawing me closer as a soft moan leaves her lips.
I don’t bite hard, only enough to see her reaction, but I’m going to say she enjoyed it.
I did; there’s no point in denying it. My cock presses hard against my jeans, begging to be released.
I continue kissing up her neck, over her jaw, until we're once again eye-to-eye.
She peels her eyes open slowly, looking up at me. It takes everything in me to force my words out. All I want to do is keep coaxing these delicious noises from her until she’s left withering and screaming beneath me.
“I don’t hate you, Demon. Not even a little bit. No matter how much I wanted to, I can’t. Believe me, I tried.”
She opens her mouth, but I shake my head, and she closes it, letting me say my piece.
“From now on, you’ll be safe with us. No matter what happens, we deal with it together.
We can fight, disagree, scream, and cry, but there won’t be any walking away, for any of us, not anymore.
No matter where you go or what we have to do, it doesn’t matter.
We’re all human, and we're going to make mistakes, but I want to see you. The real you, not the person you think you have to be. I’m so sick of that damn mask you hide behind. ”
Jade remains silent as she looks back at me, but I see her hesitation.
I don’t blame her. That mask has been who she is for so long.
For a while, I wasn’t sure there was anything else to her.
Now I know I’m wrong, though; I’ve seen it.
The guys draw it out of her, piece by piece.
They chip at it, and I know it won’t happen overnight, but I want her to know that she’s safe, that she can count on us.
“Us?”
Her voice is hardly more than a whisper, so low I almost miss it. She sounds nothing like she usually does, none of her usual strength in her words.
I wonder if she thinks I misspoke.
I didn’t, but I need to do more than just tell her that. I need to show her.
Moving forward slowly, I press my lips to hers gently, not at all like the other kisses we’ve shared tonight. Those were about passion and need. This is about so much more. Showing her I can be someone she depends on, even if it’s not right now.
I let my weight fall to my elbows so that I can cradle her head in my hands. Her lips mold with mine, keeping pace, but her eyes remain wide open as she looks up at me in disbelief.
I drop my chest to hers but keep my weight off her. I need to feel her beneath me, but I don’t want to crush her.
Pulling back, I smile down at her.
“Yeah, us. You’re stuck with me now, Demon,” I confirm.
Her brows shoot up as if that was the last thing she expected me to say.
“Oh no,” she says sarcastically, pressing up against me. My cock throbs, even with the layers of clothes still between us.
Fucking Demon, indeed.
“Well, if you're finished. I think we have things to do, plans to make,” she says, and I feel her body tense before she throws my weight to the side. In one swift motion, she has me on my back before she swings her leg over me so she straddles my waist.
Her hair falls around us like a curtain as she leans in close.
“People to kill,” she says before booping my nose with a smirk.
She pulls back but doesn’t get far. I reach out, threading my fingers into her hair, and drag her back to me.
“We always have people to kill, and the plans can wait. Right now, the only thing I need to do is conveniently sitting on my lap.”
She makes no move to pull away and says nothing to combat my statement.
Finding the hem of her shirt, I yank it up to show off her toned stomach, gripping her waist in my other hand, needing to touch her.
The light from the bathroom doesn’t do much.
But I can see enough of her that my mouth waters at the thought of devouring her.
Zander’s always going on about how fucking good she tastes.
Talking about her like she’s a drug, and he can’t wait to get his next hit.
I knew he was telling the truth, but I never thought I would get the chance to taste her myself.
Now that I have it, nothing will stop me, not the plans, and certainly not some asshole we can handle later.
“If this isn’t what you want, tell me,” I say, needing her to know this is her choice.
Her laugh rings out around the room before her hands reach down, and she pulls her shirt off in one swift move. I let my hand drop from her hair so that she can pull it off, and I’m met with the sight of her perfectly perky tits.
Shit, she doesn’t have a bra on.
My hips press up of their own accord as my cock throbs so hard it borders on painful.
Leaning forward, she braces her hands on my chest, pressing her tits together right in front of my eyes.
“I want you…” she breathes the words in a sinfully husky voice, and that’s all I need to hear.
Gripping her hips, I press her down as I push up into her, chasing the friction I so desperately crave. Her breath hitches, and I know she craves it, too.
Fuck, we have too many clothes on.
“Then take 'em off,” she purrs with a chuckle, and I realize I must have said that out loud. I don’t need to be told twice, though.
I move my hands from her hips to the button of her jeans, popping them open and pushing them down. I could easily roll her off me to rip them off her. It would probably be a lot easier, but I want her here. I want her in control, to watch her chase her pleasure.
I want her to use me however she wants.
It’s a startling thought to want to give her that power. I love being in control. It's one of the reasons I enjoy watching others, telling them what to do. It was one of the first things that made me wary of Jade, how quickly she made my control snap.
But I want to give it to her.
Jade leans forward so that I can slide her pants down her hips and over her ass.
They won’t be going much further like this, but that’s fine.
Right now, I don't need them to. The second they're low enough, I slip my hand between us.
My fingers slide through her wet pussy with ease, and I groan in satisfaction.
Fuck, she’s so hot and wet.
All for me.
Jade grinds down against my fingers shamelessly, and I hold myself still to watch her. Her hips rock almost tentatively once, twice, before she stops herself and looks down at me.
“Don’t stop on my account. I’m enjoying the show,” I tease. Despite that, she still doesn’t move.
Fine, I know how to fix that.
I slowly push a single finger inside of her. She’s so fucking wet that I’m met with no resistance, but I still move slowly, both to test and to tease. I stop at my first knuckle before adding another finger and pressing in the rest of the way, burying two fingers deep in her pussy.
She curses, her fingers digging into my chest as her eyes screw closed. It takes every bit of willpower I have, but I make myself stop, two fingers buried in her, unmoving.
If she wants pleasure, she can take it.
“Spencer.”
She sounds wrecked, and I’ve hardly even touched her. Jesus Christ, no wonder Zander wouldn’t shut up. I pump my fingers into her once, unable to stop myself when she’s damn near begging.
“Take what you want.” I urge her, my voice sounding almost as bad as hers. She does as I say, rocking forward. Her movements are slow, and I know she’s holding back.
I crook my fingers inside of her, and her hips jut forward as she lets out a sweet little cry.
I should know better than to think I’ve won, though.
I’d been so focused on watching her reactions that I didn’t even notice her hands move until one of them is resting on my jeans, and she’s gripping my dick through my pants.
“Demon,” I hiss through clenched teeth as her hips continue their slow back and forth on my fingers while she rubs me through my jeans at the same agonizingly slow pace.
“Spencer,” she shoots back with a moan, and I see the mischievous look in her eyes.
Fine.
I curl my fingers inside of her again, hitting the same spot I did a moment ago that left her breathless.
This time, I don’t stop, though, pulling my fingers out before I press them back in.
Reaching out with my other hand, I press my thumb to her clit before I begin rubbing slow, tight circles while continuing to fuck her with my fingers.