Chapter 20
G enevieve
Hearing a noise, I turned around to find the door to the chosen bedroom being pitched open, Jago strolling inside.
The look on his face was carnal, his eyes sweeping over me as if he was eyeing his first feast in days.
He closed the door with a hard thud and shook his head.
There was a sense he was waiting for me to say get out, daring me to demand he leave.
But I couldn’t.
No, I didn’t want to.
Every part of my mind knew this was a bad idea, but my body couldn’t find the strength to respond accordingly.
In two long strides, he pinned me against the wall, instantly fisting my hair at the scalp. Even as I pressed my palms against him, he gripped my shirt, ripping it away from the waistband of my jeans. We both took several shallow breaths and I knew this was my last opportunity to push him away.
It didn’t happen.
He crushed his mouth over mine so roughly that the breath was knocked from my lungs and into his.
He kissed me as if he’d been terrified he’d lost me or as if this was our last chance at tasting one another.
I struggled with my emotions, feeling raw and untethered, but as I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, I felt as much a sense of peace as I did viral need.
As he plunged his tongue inside, I fell into the heat of the moment, kissing him back the exact same way. We were both drowning in desire, incapable of pulling away from each other.
The taste of him made me feral, the rush of toxicity from the whiskey mixed with peppermint. Just the fact he’d popped a mint before deciding to ravage me brought another wave of heat and fire so strong my pulse skyrocketed.
He broke his hold only long enough to rip the shirt off me, grinning evilly as he tossed it aside. I fumbled to jerk his shirt free so I could touch his emblazoned skin. His chest rose and fell as he yanked his tee shirt from behind his neck.
Then he kissed me again and I felt weightless, as if the attack had never happened. As if this was the most romantic and powerful moment of my life. He captured my mouth, claiming it as his own, dominating my tongue as if I would always belong to him.
The breathlessness continued as I brushed my fingers up the sides of his chest to his wide shoulders. I’d been right. The touch of him alone seared my skin. We were both on fire, incapable of breaking the connection.
When his lips finally left mine, I let out a strangled moan, already yearning for more.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “An angel. A goddamn fucking angel.”
“I’m no angel.” I licked my lips, realizing they were already swollen from his roughness. And I loved it.
“You taste so damn good. I can’t wait to feast on that pretty little pussy of yours.”
His words were thrilling, the sin and filth wrapped in every word exactly what I needed. He lifted my chin using the tips of his fingers, hungrily biting my neck as a growl erupted from deep within his chest.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, gasping for air as I arched my back. “This is so…”
“Bad for us? I’ll take that.” He dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other, the sensations so electric I could no longer feel my legs. Everything about this was messy, but with every stroke of his hand and every heated breath, I found myself losing all sense of control.
“Yes. Bad… And…” I could no longer put a coherent sentence together and he chuckled as if the amusement was exactly what he needed.
He slowed his pace, darting a lick across my lips and nose while unfastening my bra.
I couldn’t move, frozen from the deliriously amazing sensations.
My mind was foggy and I was only vaguely aware he’d removed my bra.
The cool air in the room felt naughty against my taut nipples, but it was nothing like the eruptive heat when he blew across one then the other.
I lolled my head to the side, able to catch our reflection in the dresser mirror. We looked fucking hot together, even if I was a mess.
He rolled one hand down to the curve of my waist, his grip firm as he licked between my breasts.
“Pu… please.”
“Please what, princess?”
I laughed nervously, unused to asking a man for what I wanted, least of all a man I should consider my enemy. For all the confidence I’d displayed, he had a way of making me feel completely inexperienced. “Please don’t stop.”
“I have no intentions of doing so until I’ve ruined you.”
Little did he know he already had.
I was trembling in his hold and the moment he pulled a nipple between his teeth, I allowed a sharp cry to flow. Instantly, I stiffened.
“Relax and scream all you want. In fact, I want you to scream my name when I make you come time and time again. They can’t hear you. The walls are too thick.”
He knew exactly what I was thinking.
Did he also know my attraction to him was increasing viscerally? Another wave of nerves rushed through me and I almost tittered with laughter, but as he rolled his lips to my other hardened bud, I moaned instead.
The tingling sensations continued.
“Touch me, Genevieve. I want to know you want me.” His actions became rougher once again, close to becoming brutal as he bit down on my nipple.
I brushed my palms over his shoulders, touching the scars on his back. As my fingers moved over them, he lifted his head.
There was an even more primal way he was looking at me, a true predatory stance. His smile was lopsided as he breathed, his eyes already hooded as if drunk on lust.
As he started to slowly lower to his knees, prickles erupted on my skin. Even the way he unfastened my jeans was sexy as hell. After he pulled the zipper, I rested my head against the wall. Why was I shaking so badly?
He pressed his face between my legs, inhaling deeply.
“You smell so damn sweet, Genevieve. Peaches. Cherries.”
I was so wrought with excitement I almost demanded he make a choice. He was almost gentle in untying and removing my boots, taking his time in doing so.
This was his house and these were his rules.
As he tugged on my jeans, I realized I’d never been so turned on in my life. We were little more than strangers even after everything we’d been through. That allowed me to feel greedy without experiencing guilt. What this meant from here, I didn’t know and didn’t care.
I looked away as he helped me step out of the tight denim, whimpering softly as he slid his hand between my legs.
“You’re so wet for me. Aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I like that.” He took another exaggerated whiff, holding his breath and I couldn’t help but stare down at him.
The sweet brutality of his actions continued as he grabbed a handful of lace, snapping his wrist. The shock of both the deed and the force pitched me forward.
“Don’t worry. I’ll catch you if you fall.”
Somehow, I knew he would.
“Spread for me, Genevieve. Spread your thighs so I can see your perfect pussy.”
Every word he said to me created a tingle of embarrassment, but I did as he asked, even bending my legs slightly and arching the balls of my feet.
He chuckled as he blew a swath of hot air between my legs, gripping both my thighs.
I smashed my hands against the wall, shifting my head from side to side. This time when I caught my reflection, I made a silly face. This wasn’t the woman I’d thought I would become. This was someone I no longer recognized. Obviously not satisfied, he pressed them even wider apart.
“Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”
His voice was gruff, huskier than before and I did as he commanded, blinking several times as another wave of nerves sputtered through me. I felt like putty in his hands as he rubbed my inner thighs with his callused fingers.
Butterflies swarmed my stomach with the first dart of his tongue on my clit. I froze as he swirled the tip of a single finger, no longer worried about who I was or who he was.
Our identities and job descriptions no longer mattered. All that did was the pleasure consuming me.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes. Hell, yes.” What wasn’t to like?
He repeated the move before sliding the same finger down my pussy.
Even though my vision was hazy, I noticed the sly smile on his face just before he drove the finger past my swollen folds.
There was no chance of holding back the aching moans at that point.
I only prayed that what he’d told me about the walls was true.
I wasn’t ready to face the truth of our destiny with anyone.
There was no stopping the man even if I’d wanted to. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, lifting my other foot off the floor as he slid me up the wall by several inches.
“Oh, my. God. That’s so…” Why was it around him that my tongue was tied?
I cinched my eyes shut as he thrust another finger inside, then forced me to watch as he opened his mouth, lowering his head and engulfing my pussy.
With this man I was a ball of wanton lust and urgency, the soar of electricity even greater than when he’d fucked me the first time.
“So fucking wet. So hot.”
His mumbles were ragged, the wash of his breath turning me into molten lava. I gasped, crying out again and again as he made good on his promise to feast like a king.
He kept one leg tossed casually over his shoulder, pulling me forward every few seconds so I’d be forced to arch my back even more.
I struggled to reach for him, needing something to ground me.
He was a man on fire, using four fingers to drive me into nirvana as he sucked and nipped my clit until my entire pussy was sensitive.
Just as with all our brutal rounds of sex, a climax caught me off guard. The wave kicked my butt as it rushed into me. Lights flickered and flashed in front of my eyes and this time, I was breathless. There was no sound, no air in my lungs.
But the vibrations were everything a bad girl needed. The moment and the experience were exquisite, exactly everything a woman could ever want.