Chapter 28 #2
My skin was stretched too tight against my muscles, the fire burning under my skin about ready to burst. My cock jerked, and my balls tightened with that unbearable need to slam into my beauty. To feel her pressed against me, under me, screaming my name.
I gave a slow, long stroke of my hard cock, and pleasure licked along my spine.
Fuck.
I jumped out of my bed, pulled on my sweats, and silently made my way to Tara’s bedroom.
Slowly, I turned the knob. Locked.
Was she afraid of me? Did she think I would walk into her room in the middle of the night and have my way with her? I had no desire to fuck an unwilling Tara.
But I also needed to see her sleeping face as I stroked my cock.
The locked door had my arousal turning into an inferno.
I brought two hairpins from my room and swiftly and silently unlocked the door. When I opened a sliver of the door to peek in, my body jumped back a foot when my nemesis’s glowing eyes looked at me. “Hush, now,” I whispered and grabbed his collar.
Quickly, I wrapped my hand around his muzzle and dragged him out of the room.
I lifted him in my arms and carried him to the living room.
“You can sleep on your bed here,” I said, placing him on his bed in the corner of the living room.
The dog looked sleepy, his eyes drooping.
He must’ve just woken up out of pure muscle memory.
So when I told him to sleep, to my utter surprise, he curled around and effectively fell asleep.
My arousal had gone down to a simmer, but with every step I took toward my little criminal’s lair, my cock hardened, tenting my sweats. The simmering arousal turned into a raging wildfire. Blood rushed through my body, pumping my heart in a thunderous rhythm.
My muscles bunched as I walked to her bedroom. Excitement rushed into my veins as I thought back to the little games Tara and I played with each other.
Just because I lived with her did not mean I had to stop playing with my girl. The beast inside me licked his lips in anticipation as I stepped inside her bedroom and locked the door behind me.
My feet were silent as I stood over her bed.
My little beauty was fast asleep. She slept in a tiny, sleeveless T-shirt, her arms crossed over her head, a plush blanket curled low over her hips.
My eyes were starving for every glimpse of her skin.
My mouth parched for a taste. But it was the burns running down her arm that had the animal inside me snarling with rage.
Her arm must’ve also taken the burns from her acid attack. My mind flashed back to all the clothes Tara wore. All long-sleeved. She never showed her skin. How many burns and scars covered my beauty? How many times did I have to imagine killing the piece of shit who did this to her?
My girl was a patchwork of delicate beauty and wounded soldier.
The blood in my veins boiled at the mere thought of her carrying the evidence of somebody else’s marks. She was my obsession. Her skin, her smile, her mischief, her kills, her need for justice, they were all mine.
If she was going to carry any man’s mark on her body, it was going to be mine.
She looked like an angel while she slept. Her eyelashes falling over her cheeks, the moonlight casting a beautiful shadow across her face, her lips slightly parted. My cock jerked in my sweats at the thought of pushing it in her mouth.
I walked closer to stand near her head, my breathing shallow as I watched the rise and fall of her chest. The need to mark my beauty, to erase the effect of some other asshole on my girl, was riding the beast inside my head.
With a maddening frenzy, I pushed down my sweats slightly and pulled out my cock.
Precum oozed over the head, sliding down my shaft.
Wrapping my hand around my thick girth, I stroked my cock, imagining feeding it to her.
White-hot pleasure raced down my spine, curling low in my gut.
My heart slammed against my ribs, the blood in my veins crackling under my skin.
That bone-deep ache to slam myself inside my Tara’s soaking cunt had my vision turning white.
Pleasure raced through my veins, my hands jerking my cock faster, as Tara’s breathing sped up.
Did she feel my presence in her sleep?
Was she dreaming about me?
If I pushed my fingers between her legs, would her lacy panties be soaking?
My balls tightened. I squeezed them with my other hand as pure ecstasy raced down my spine. Before I could stop myself, my knee braced on the bed right by her waist, and my body tightened, my neck arched as my cock spurted ropes of cum onto Tara’s exposed belly.
A primal satisfaction rocked through my core, making more cum shoot out of me, soaking her in my essence. My chest caved with euphoria as my cum leaked down her waist. I caught some of it on my thumb and, with my dark beast thundering in my heart, swiped it along her parted lips.
I paused, waiting for my Tara to move, to twitch. To wake up and attack.
But when she didn’t even stir in her sleep, I swiped some more of my cum from her belly, and slowly, very slowly, parted her lips with my thumb.
My cock gave another twitch in my pants as I pushed my cum-soaked thumb inside her warm mouth and rested it on her tongue. Her mouth parted more, and her tongue took an unconscious swipe, licking away the remnants.
Slowly, I removed my thumb and looked at the burns along her cheek.
A growl threatened to escape my chest at the reminder of another man’s marks.
That unabashed primal part of my brain screamed at me to mark her.
To mask those marks with my own. Most of the time, I ignored that part of my brain. Right now, I embraced it.
I gathered more of my cum pooling on her belly and spread it over her burns. Covering her with my marks. My proof of obsession. I wanted her so consumed by me, so fucking captivated by me, that she’d forget she carried another man’s scars on her face.
I hated that every time she looked in the mirror, she was reminded of another man. That another man’s actions dictated her fucking emotions, movements, her very thoughts. That ended now.
She should only be thinking of me. She should only be consumed by thoughts of me. Like I was by her. I should be the center of her every emotion, her every action, her every fucking breath, like she was for me. I’d make that happen. That, I vowed.