32. Grey #2
I hit the code into my keypad and pushed the door open. The savory, spicy scent of chicken rolled over us as we entered my place. I’d put that on this morning and stopped by an hour ago to turn on the rice cooker.
Her stomach growled, and I steered her toward the kitchen, lifting her up on the counter to watch me while I got plates out.
Some of the fire she’d shown a few minutes ago dwindled as her shoulders hunched.
Fucking no. She wasn’t going to retreat. She wasn’t allowed.
“What conclusions did you come to, mamí ?” I asked as I spread the chicken over two beds of rice.
“You don’t let up, do you?” She asked with an exasperated sigh, but I heard the slight amusement in her voice.
“Never.” At least where she was concerned. Even when I walked away because she made me want to fuck something up, I always came back.
When she wasn’t hiding it, she was full of fire, and I wanted to warm myself under her ferocious nature.
I handed her a plate, then opened the drawer to pull out two forks. She dug in while I grabbed two waters for us. Instead of taking the food to the table or to the living room, I leaned against the counter and watched her eat.
Her plump lips closing around the fork mesmerized me and my dick.
“Well?” I nudged her thigh with my elbow.
“I’m trying, okay?” She set her half-finished plate down beside her. I frowned, but she shook her head. “I haven’t been able to eat a lot since—since that day. That was as much as I could handle.”
“You haven’t been sleeping either,” I pointed out as I worked on my own plate.
“No,” she agreed. “Most nights, I have nightmares.” She laughed, the bitterness souring her alluring voice. “Funny, I never thought I’d be the villain.”
I dropped my head, preparing myself for an argument. But I’d stay this time. Force her to see it my way instead of walking away from her. “Am—”
“Let me finish.” Her small hand curved around my forearm.
I loved the look of her skin against mine.
The paleness against the golden tan of my skin I’d had my entire life.
“I’m trying to acclimate. To be who I need to be for this life.
But it’s hard. It’s going against everything I’ve been taught my entire life. ”
“You have a sister, sí ?”
Her gaze shuttered. Setting my plate down, I moved in front of her, pressing between her legs and caging her body in with my arms.
“That’s not a threat.” I lowered my voice as I slid my nose against hers.
“Andre told me you have a twin.” She stiffened but nodded.
Good, I was glad she was starting to—if not trust me—at least have an honest conversation with me.
“Imagine everyone you come into contact with is a threat to her life. Everyone wants to use her. Abuse her. Hurt her. What lengths would you go to protect her?”
Her hands fisted the sides of my shorts, her thumbs tucking into the band.
Ah, Wicked Love, you’ll be peeling them off of me soon enough.
Instead of waiting for an answer, I asked her another question. “Would you hurt someone to save her?”
She closed her eyes and nodded.
“Would you kill to save her life?”
Wincing, she nodded again.
“What if people wanted to degrade her, put her on display? Make an example of her pain. What would you do then?”
When she opened her eyes, her pupils contracted so quickly it seemed like the pale blue flared as if lit from behind.
“What would you do if she was abducted and taken to Maikel’s just like you were? What would you do then, Wicked Little Love?” I pressed my forehead to hers and grinned.
“I would burn the fuckers to the ground,” she growled, tugging me closer by my shorts.
“That a girl.” I crashed my lips against hers, our teeth clanking together as I gripped her ass and lifted her off the counter.
Her arms flew around my neck as I walked her to my bedroom, kicking the door shut in case one of my bastard brothers decided to pay a visit.
Tossing her on the bed, I pushed my shorts down and kicked off my shoes. I didn’t have to persuade Amorette to the same page, thank God. She frantically tore off her shirt and shoved her shorts off just as I caught her under the arms and set her against the pillows.
Climbing onto the bed with my knees, I pushed her legs apart and fell between them. I rubbed my nose against her pussy, inhaling that sweet, tangy scent. I loved the smell of an aroused woman.
But fuck, there was something about the innocence of my wicked little love. The headiness in the thought I was corrupting this sweet do-gooder. It was addictive.
I let my gaze roam up her body, taking my time to memorize every dip and curve, stopping on her plump, round tits. Fuck, I was hard as fucking steel.
Later, I’d learn her body with my tongue, but for now, I had a very specific use for it. I licked around her tiny, hooded clit. Her pussy was so pretty. All pink and delicate. One lip stuck out a little more than the other, and I made sure to pay special attention to it.
She threaded her fingers through my hair as I sucked her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue over the sensitive bud and letting go with a small pop.
“Grey,” she whispered as her lids fell half-mast over her eyes. The sooty eyelashes giving her a siren’s power as she watched me feast on her.
I hummed and pushed her legs wider until she made a small noise in protest.
“Feel that pain? The stretch? It makes the pleasure that much stronger, doesn’t it?” I murmured, and I dipped to lick the sweet cream from her cunt.
She whined as I pushed just a little harder, all while tongue fucking the shit out of her. Wicked Little Love got off on the pain, and that built my fire even higher.
I had wanted to make her come first, but fuck, I couldn’t wait. Moving up her body, I gripped my dick, but before I could line myself up, this crazy girl attacked me, pushing me onto my back.
It was a move that shouldn’t have worked, but she caught me off guard and I bounced against the mattress. Her small hands spread out over my pecs and she slammed over my cock in one movement.
“Fuck…” I groaned as one hand clamped over her thigh and one cupped her tit. I rolled that pebbled little bud between my fingers, pinching just enough to elicit a groan.
There was no savoring with Amorette, not right now. She was wild and savage as she rode me like hell was on her heels. I started to roll up to catch her nipple between my teeth, but she shoved at my shoulders, forcing me back to the bed. Her nails bit against my skin and she slammed down harder.
I laughed, then groaned, and laughed again. She rolled her hips, and my eyes rolled back in my head. Whatever that was, it felt fucking amazing over the tip.
“I love watching your face,” she panted, and screamed as she came. Wetness surged over my dick as she contracted around me. “Don’t—come—yet,” she begged.
Hell, I squeezed her hips and tried my fucking best to hold off. But the pleasure was tightening my stomach and gathering at the base of my spine. It was going to take me under any second.
“Okay, shit. Okay,” she cried.
And that was it. I used her hips to pound her against me, gritting my teeth and dropping my head back.
My entire body trembled as I stopped fucking her. The muscles in my arms pulsed and my stomach clenched. I was sated but tense, like my body hadn’t recovered from the untamed fucking I’d just put it through.
Once my breathing was under control, I opened my eyes to see Amorette watching me with soft eyes.
“I think I found a new kink.”
I wanted to laugh, but I didn’t have the energy yet. My lips did twist into a small smile. “And that is?”
“Watching your face as you come.” Her fingers flexed against my chest where she was still anchoring herself.
“I—hell. I’ve always been a girl that appreciated watching the act.
The cock disappearing into the pussy. Except, I’ve never seen a man like you on porn sites.
” She huffed like her admission irritated her.
It should, because I was soaking everything she said up. And I’d use it against her to get my way.
I pressed a hand on her damp back, letting her know I wanted her plastered over me. She’d just started to get the hint when my phone chimed.
Fuck.
That was my work phone. I tapped her leg to get her off me.
When she slid off me, my entire body rocked from my still-sensitive dick. She made a strangled sound as our combined cum dripped all over me.
“Not an unprotected sex kind of girl?”
“No. Never.” Her top lip curled.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” I grinned and grabbed her shirt as I rolled to the side of the bed. I wiped my groin and bent to get my phone out of my shorts.
Ah, hell. Maybe Parker was right.
“What is it?”
“I have a fight tonight.” I sent out a quick text to my brothers.
“Okay?”
“I have a fight tonight. And with this man, it’s always to the death.”
She gasped, but I was already mentally prepping myself for the next several hours.
Good thing I’d finished my knife.