Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
GRANITE
I wasn’t lying when I said I wasn’t a good man.
The thought of letting her go had crossed my mind on more than one occasion—to set her free.
But that thought always ended with me saying, “Fuck, no,” out loud.
I couldn’t stomach the idea of not having her again.
I had finally found the best high I had ever been on between her legs.
For years, I sat in the shadows desiring her, hidden by the cloak of darkness and dreaming of the day I’d finally taste her.
And now that I had found heaven between those thighs, there wasn’t a chance in hell I’d give it up. Never.
I allowed my gaze to travel down her body, slowly, taking in every inch of her.
From the way she shifted from one leg to the other, it was clear she felt uncomfortable under my penetrating stare, but I didn’t give a fuck.
In fact, I loved it. I loved her shyness, her innocence—even after I’d already corrupted it once.
Her innocence was the kind that couldn’t be destroyed, no matter how many times you tainted it.
God knew I was willing to spend the rest of my miserable life trying.
Ruining her innocence would be my biggest fucking accomplishment.
I unbuckled my belt, my gaze pinned on her tiny breasts.
Her rosy nipples were hard, the small, rounded flesh begging to be palmed.
Her stomach was flat—too flat, almost sinking in just above her hips.
Jesus, my ballerina girl was wasting away.
It was something I needed to fix once I was done getting my fill of her.
Dark curls had started to appear around her pussy, her legs slightly parted at the apex of her thighs.
She might be underweight, but she still made my dick hard in a way no other woman ever had.
And knowing I had been the only man to experience the paradise between her legs had me on the verge of turning savage.
I cut my gaze to hers, her cheeks a healthy, warm pink. “Ever since the day I took you, you hated me.”
She bit her lip.
“Yet you gave yourself to me once.”
She let go of her lip with a pop. “I once had this friend who called me a masochist.”
“Smart friend.”
“Smarter than me, yes. She never would have fallen for you.”
I slipped my jeans to the floor and stalked toward her. “Have you fallen for me?”
“Maybe.”
Her gaze dropped to my cock, bobbing and standing proud. Rock fucking hard for her.
“Stupid, na?ve ballerina girl.”
Her chin lifted in defiance. “I’ve heard that before.”
“Yet here you are, naked, and practically dripping for me.”
“What gives you that idea?”
I grinned. “Because you smell like sex, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” I reached out, cupped her pussy, and watched as her mouth formed the perfect ‘o.’ She was so wet, I could easily slip a single digit through her inner lips, all the way from her clit to her entrance and back again.
Her moan was involuntary as a shudder wracked through her.
“You like that, don’t you? My touch.”
She didn’t answer me…at least not with her mouth. But her eyes spoke volumes, burning with a hunger I so easily recognized.
I smiled. “Your friend is right. You are a masochist, liking my touch so much.”
“I wonder whose fault is that.”
The sneer in her voice was loud and clear, and I reacted to it by grabbing her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Do you want to be here?”
Her eyes searched mine.
I gripped her jaw tighter. “I asked you a question. Do you want to be here?”
“I don’t see my answer making any difference.”
“It will determine whether or not you like what I’m about to do to you.”
Blue irises gleamed with defiance. “A moment ago, when you slipped a finger between my legs, you were pretty convinced this is what I want.”
A smirk tugged at the corners of my mouth, and I let go of her jaw, slowly starting to circle her, my gaze traveling over her naked body inch by inch. “Tell me one thing.”
She glanced at me over her naked shoulder.
“If I had to set you free…would you run?”
Her gaze dropped. “Would you if you were me?”
I pressed my naked front against her back. “In a heartbeat.”
“Then it’s a good thing you’re not me.”
Wrapping my arms around her middle, I picked her up. “My stupid, na?ve ballerina girl.” I carried her to the bed, putting her feet on the ground before forcing her to bend forward with my hand pushing down on her spine.
“Remember the first time? When I told you it was going to hurt?”
She nodded, already twisting the sheets between her fingers.
“Well, this is going to hurt more.”
I licked my fingers, even though I knew she didn’t need it, and slipped my hand between her legs while her pussy bloomed with her ass in the air.
I grabbed my cock and squeezed as the head tingled with a need to fuck.
Up and down I pumped my length, needing a little relief from the ache.
I thrust forward, sliding my cock up her ass cheeks, letting her feel it against her skin.
Her hips bucked, pushing backward in search of it.
But I denied her by pulling back, this time tracing the tip of my cock against the round flesh of her ass.
She whimpered, and the sound was like a lightning bolt that struck right down my spine, slamming against my balls. Jesus.
I wanted to push inside her. I wanted to fill her to the brim, fuck her until my name was a prayer on her lips. But I needed her to want this. I needed her to tell me this was more than just my own selfish needs.
“Do you want this, ballerina girl? Do you want my cock? Do you want me to fuck you?”
I leaned over her and cupped one of her breasts, and it earned me another deep moan from her lips.
“I’m not fucking you unless you tell me this is what you want.”
Her grip on the sheets tightened, but she refused to say anything.
I tugged at her nipple. “I’m serious, Alyx. I might be a bad motherfucker, but right now, this is me trying to be a better man.”
“Why?” Her voice was nothing but a breath. “Why now?”
I brought the tip of my cock to her entrance but kept it there, not moving another inch. “Because for a woman like you, I’m at least willing to fucking try.”
Without warning, Alyx reared back and took all of me inside her. A roar tore from my throat, and I dug my fingers into the flesh of her hips.
“Fuck, Alyx.”
“Yes, Granite,” she breathed, “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Ever since I saw you the first time outside my window, I’ve wanted you.”
I pulled back, only to thrust forward again. “Jesus. You are a masochist.” I slammed into her, gripping her hips tighter. She was so fucking wet, so warm from the inside, it was teetering on the edge of losing control. It was making my legs shake.
I hit her deep, right at the center of her core, and she shuddered, fine droplets of perspiration forming all along her spine.
After another hard thrust, she cried out, and I leaned forward with my chest against her back. “I know I’m hurting you, but I can’t stop.”
“Granite—”
“Don’t fucking tell me to stop, Alyx. Don’t tell me to stop because I can’t, and that’s one line I do not want to cross with you.” Harder, faster, deeper I pushed inside her. Her body was like a fucking instrument, and together we were one filthy, dirty, perfect melody.
Alyx let go of the sheets and brought herself up, pressing her back to my chest. Her body was hot, her skin wet and gliding against mine in a rhythm that had us melting into each other.
Her tiny frame fit perfectly against mine, and I could easily envelop her, wrapping my arms tightly around her small waist.
Her hips moved with mine, her arms reaching up and folding around my neck as I breathed against her shoulder—warm, rapid, desperate breaths.
My hand dipped between her legs, my fingertip finding the sensitive, swollen bud. The sweet whimpers that crossed her lips had my self-control hanging on a thread. I couldn’t lose it. Not yet. I needed her to come first. Always first.
I touched, rubbed, and worked her pussy like my life depended on it. And the way she let go, how she embraced the primal need for pleasure, was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. My pretty ballerina girl, riding my cock like she owned it.
Per-fucking-fection.
“Granite,” she whispered. “You need to promise me something.”
I shook my head. “I’m not letting you go, ballerina girl.”
“No. Not that.” Her fingers weaved through my hair, clutching tight. “I need you to promise me—”
I plunged deeper into her, my knees getting weak from crouching. “What is it?”
She pulled at my hair, and I felt her inner walls close in, throbbing around my cock as she came.
I reached for her throat, forcing her head back against my shoulder while wrapping my fingers around her neck. I wanted to watch. I wanted to see the look on her face while she came on my dick.
The glow of pink on her cheeks was beautiful, and her lips parted as she let out rapid breaths. With her eyes closed, sweat starting at her temples with strands of hair falling over her face, she was fucking exquisite. Nothing in this entire goddamn world compared to her. Nothing.
I wanted to be with this woman for the rest of my life. My cock would never know another pussy again. Only hers. Just her.
It started at the base of my neck, trickling across my spine, growing in intensity as it made its way down my body. The second it slammed against my groin, shooting through my length to the tip of my cock, my pleasure pulsed deep into her.
Sex had never been so powerful, so disarming for me. My entire body went weak, my legs shaking as my orgasm peaked.
“Promise me, Granite.” Her voice broke through the haze.
“Name it.” I barely had a breath.
Alyx leaned her head back and to the side, staring up at me from over her shoulder. “Promise me you’ll kill every son of a bitch who laid a hand on Neon.”