Chapter 10 #2
“You’re right. We’re better. We’re dancing partners,” I remind, her eyelids immediately going heavy with the insinuation.
“It’s been eight days since you and I danced.
Maybe we’re due a little… practice,” I whisper softly, letting my gaze drop to her mouth, imagining how the blood-red of her lipstick would look fucking phenomenal smudged around my cock.
“Kill,” she breathes, catching the look in my eyes. “Don’t… someone might… I mean, we can’t… not here,” she curses under her breath, frustrated with herself.
“It’s hard, isn’t it?” I murmur, leaning in until my lips graze the shell of her ear. “Trying to hate someone you want with every fiber of your being.”
“God, you’re so damn full of yourself. Make no mistake, there’s no trying about it. I do hate you,” she seethes, the lie sliding off her tongue far too easily for my liking.
“Hate me all you want. We both know you want me too.” I smile, slow and certain, loosening my grip on her wrists, just enough to give her a choice. When she doesn’t move, my cock hardens instantly.
“What if I promise not to kiss you?” I rasp, a hungry heat threading through my veins.
“Will that make it easier for us to keep pretending?” Her green eyes smolder as she nods.
“Then I won’t kiss you,” I vow, my hand sliding down the silken fall of her hair, using my knuckles to brush the curve of her face, before smearing her lipstick.
Her teeth shoot out to bite down on my hand before her tongue licks the sting away.
A groan tears out of me as precum coats the crown of my cock at the feel of her tongue on my skin.
Eyes locked on Stella’s, my hand drifts from her mouth to her throat, then lower. My knuckles graze one tight, peaked nipple through her dress, before pinching it between my index and thumb. She lets out a seductive low moan, and it takes every scrap of discipline not to take her right here.
Still towering over her, I lean in, my mouth hovering over hers, until we’re no more than a breath apart. I don’t kiss her. I don’t dare break that bridge, knowing it will be my undoing. But my hand keeps traveling down the curve of her body, aware that this is dangerous terrain too.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, milaya,” I growl, the words ghosting against her lips.
I watch her taste them, her tongue flicking out to wet her bottom lip in a way that has me almost losing my mind.
Her heat against me is a stark contrast to the winter that’s claimed every corner of my soul.
She melts me, reshapes me, pulls me into her orbit effortlessly.
As if it were always her right to toy with my restraint.
When I lift the hem of her dress, she parts her thighs for me, and my self-control fractures further.
“No kissing,” she pants into my mouth.
“No fucking either, milaya. Those are the rules.”
A dangerous little smile curves her lips. “Because you want to get to know me before you take me, right? Those rules?”
“I feel like I know you pretty damn well already,” I grit out.
God knows I’d love nothing more than to break my own rule, pin her to this wall, tear her dress off, and lose myself in her completely. But not like this. Not rushed. Not in a dark hallway where only the shadows can see us.
Stella Romano will not be a quick fuck against a nightclub wall. I want time. I want space. I want every inch of her memorized and claimed. I want her screaming out my name until she can’t pretend it means nothing.
“And yet you won’t take me,” she taunts, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“No.”
“Your loss,” she coos, before biting down on my jaw.
My hand wraps around her throat in an instant, my other ripping the side of her panties in one fierce yank. She hisses with pleasure, clearly thrilled that she got to me.
“You think this is a game? That you can toy with me and use sex like a weapon, wielding it in my face as if I don’t know what you’re trying to do?
” I growl, running my fingers over her drenched pussy.
“This is not a game. I will fuck you every which way when I’m good and fucking ready.
Bullying me into it so you can pretend that fucking me means nothing, isn’t a game I’m willing to play with you.
” Stella’s eyes widen in astonishment at me being able to read her so well, then quickly morph into pure venom.
“Yes. That’s it, Stella. Give me all that hate.
Show me how much you loath me,” I mutter while drawing small circles on her clit.
Stella’s lips hold a scowl, but the way her nails dig into my nape and her leg swings up to hook around my hip tells me she’s not immune to our dance like she wants me to believe.
I’ve had eight days to replay that night we spent in my car, to go over every little detail. The way she was hot one minute and cold the next. The way she couldn’t get out of there fast enough, pretending it was just one of her many hookups.
It was all for show. A shield that she wields whenever someone is getting too close. All I needed was her confirmation. And tonight, I got it.
I lean in close, my deft fingers still working her as I whisper into her ear, “That’s it, Stella. Fight me. Pretend that this pussy isn’t soaked because of me.”
“Fuck you,” she says with gritted teeth.
“Oh, baby, you will. Soon. This… this is just a preview of what’s to come.”
I pull my fingers away from her pussy, and suck them into my mouth, groaning at how sweet she fucking tastes. It’s enough to have me falling to my knees, grabbing her leg over my shoulder, and drinking her essence right from the source.
“Yob tvoyu mat,” I growl before sinking my teeth into her pussy, my tongue lapping at her slit, needing to savor every last drop of her.
Now that Stella no longer has to look me in the eye and keep up pretenses, I’m not surprised to feel her fingers run through my hair as she rubs her pussy in my face.
I nibble and play with her clit, sucking and grazing it with my teeth, just to hear the little wanton moans that escape her.
When she hikes up her other leg to fall on my shoulder, forcing me to grab her ass to keep her balance, my cock practically begs to be set free.
Blyad. I’ve always loved eating pussy, but this… let’s just say if I ever get caught and sent to death row, this is what I would have ordered for my last meal—a taste of heaven before being sent off to hell, where I belong.
“Kill,” she pants, lost in it now, her nails sinking into my scalp.
I don’t reply, too busy using my mouth to torture her, just as I’ve been tortured since she came into my life.
Stella’s juices smear across my stubbled jaw, dripping down as I keep going. Her arousal is intoxicating and maddening to the point of having to unlatch one of her legs from my shoulders, just so I can touch myself and relieve some of the ache. Still, it’s no good. All it does is prolong my pain.
Knowing I need to do something, anything to ease my suffering, I gently place her other leg down, go to my haunches, and flip her around by the waist. She lets out a loud yelp, caught off guard by how easily I move her, and scrambles to place her hands on the wall to keep herself upright.
I can tell she wants to curse me out, but I don’t give her the chance to think, let alone speak.
I swiftly take my seat on the floor, my back pressed against the wall, and pull her down to sit on my face once again.
The little time that passed in between moves was enough to increase my hunger for her tenfold.
I dig in and don’t relent for even a second, unfastening my belt and unzipping my pants with one free hand, while the other continues to cup her ass cheek.
Once my cock is free, I use her wetness to glisten my fingers, and wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it to the soundtrack of her little moans.
Yes. Much better.
In this position, Stella becomes a willing participant, dancing her pussy on my tongue, taking her pleasure from me. The only thing that does me in is when I tilt my head back just enough to look up at her and find her teeth digging into her plump lower lip as she watches me stroke my cock.
Yeah. That shit does me in instantly. It’s all the motivation I need to speed up my thrusts, imagining fucking that pretty mouth of hers that always seems to know how to cut a man down to size.
As she licks her lips, her eyelids heavy with lust and desire, staring at my cock as if she wanted a taste of her own, I come.
Hard. Jets of cum coat my hand and fingers, as I continue to suck her clit into my mouth while simultaneously riding the high her stare provoked.
Un-fucking-believable. All Stella has to do is look at me, and I’m a fucking mess. And by the look of triumph in her eyes, she knows it.
Ah, milaya. You really shouldn’t have done your victory lap yet. I’m not done with you. Not by a long shot.
I pull my mouth off her, just to grab her attention. Once I have it, and her eyes are back on me, I let out a wolfish smirk and mouth, “Your turn.”
That’s all the warning I give, before my mouth latches onto her clit once more, my cum-coated fingers itching to run up and down her slit.
I wait to hear her tell me to stop. I wait for her to kick me and pull away.
But when she doesn’t say a word, doesn’t try to break free, it’s all the consent I need to slowly glide my fingers on her pussy, before angling two digits at her entrance.
“Kill,” I hear her say my name, making any movement I had planned have a quick death.
I pull away and tilt my head back to look at her and wait on bated breath for her to say her peace.
“Yeah?” I whisper, my cock suddenly coming back to life just by the way she breathed out my name.
“Stop fucking around and make me come already.”
The words are supposed to have a bite to them, but they don’t. All I hear is the suffering in her voice, the need for a release by my hand.