Chapter 36
My eyelids feel leaden, but I still manage to blink my eyes open. There’s a flare of sunlight reflecting through the massive glass windows – my daily wake-up call of sorts. I start shifting towards it, all the while groaning at my stiff lower back.
The bathroom door opens, and the smell of my shampoo wafts through the chilly room. I try to turn over, but end up cursing out loud when a pull-like ache cuts through my left side.
“Dorran?” Cignette comes running to me – her hair wet from the shower she’s just taken. “What’s wrong?” she asks. She’s wearing one of my old sweatshirts, and the long, blue sleeves are all but hanging off her fingers.
I use my hands to push myself up, then rest my back against the headboard before facing her. “Can you get me some Ibuprofen? Bathroom, third drawer.”
“Of course.”
I close my eyes as I wait for her to return. Distinctly, I hear the opening of a drawer, the sound of items being shifted around, followed by the clink of tablets in a bottle, and approaching footsteps.
I open my eyes, just as Cignette walks out of the bathroom, grabs the half-full glass from the nightstand, and hands both the medicine and the water to me before sitting down next to me.
“Thanks,” I say after having taken the pills, then place the empty glass back on the nightstand.
Her brows are furrowed as she looks at me. “Does it hurt too much?”
“I’ll be fine,” I tell her. “I’ve had nastier wounds than this.”
“But Alex said you’ve never been wounded during a kill – ever.”
I sigh. “I haven’t, but you forget that my mother was a monster. I’ve experienced my fair share of bruises during my teens.”
Her frown deepens, so I tug at one of her floppy sleeves and urge her closer. “C’mere.”
She climbs onto the bed, then straddles my thighs. When I smile up at her, she bends and presses her lips to mine – hot and demanding.
I slip my hands under the sweatshirt and grab her waist, only to realize she isn’t wearing any underwear.
“Little Swan…” I breathe against her, and when our eyes meet, hers glaze over.
“Pull your hair up,” I tell her.
She straightens, and uses the band around her wrist to secure her hair above her head. She’s looking at me with an intensity that’s so fucking foreign to me, yet so fucking hypnotic, that I momentarily lose my train of thought.
Cignette is a sight to behold. With the morning light casting bright haloes around her, she’s a living portrait of suave beauty.
I yank at the hem of the sweatshirt. “Take this off,” I command, and clear my throat at the subtle husk in my voice.
She shifts and does as I’ve asked, and her pussy presses against my growing erection behind the thin fabric of my tracks, making me groan.
She throws the sweatshirt on the floor, and my chest heaves as I take in her naked body with unabashed desire.
Her skin appears illuminated under the sunlight, and somewhat hides the healing bruises on her ribs.
I trace my eyes over the high peaks of her breasts; her dark nipples that are pebbled and begging for attention.
Her slender waist is a delight, and her pink pussy is a damn beckon to my growing hunger.
“This, too,” I say, and gesture at my sweatpants.
Cignette grins and slides down my legs, then grabs the waistband of my tracks and pulls. I lift a little, and she drags it all the way down before letting it fall to the floor.
She looks at my cock, then, and sucks in a breath when she sees the slightly curved barbell pierced across my crown. The large beads on either side of my dick’s head are coated in precum, and as Cignette licks her lips before meeting my eyes, I grin and make a come-hither gesture.
She gets on all fours and crawls the small distance to me, and when she’s close, I fist her hair and pull her head back before spreading my legs wider.
“Your mouth – open it for me,” I order.
She does.
I use my other hand to roughly cup her jaw, then lean in before tugging her bottom lip between my teeth. “So fucking compliant today, Little Swan,” I remark, then spit into her mouth. “Don’t swallow.”
She grabs the wrist of my hand that’s on her jaw, then digs her nails into my skin.
I grin again. “Pull your tongue out.”
She makes a sound of protest, but when I raise a brow at her, she does what I’ve told her to. Her tongue is filled with my saliva, which makes my cock harden further.
I bend and spit into her mouth again, then yank at her hair a second time. “Now, be a good girl and suck my cock,” I tell her.
She shudders a little, and moans sharply when I all but shove her face towards my groin.
Cignette drops my saliva onto my cock, then mixes it with the precum before rubbing it over the entire length of me. She takes one of the beads between her teeth and tugs, making my hips buck on their own accord as pleasure zaps through my balls.
“Take me in your mouth, Cignette. Now,” I say to her, feeling a hot flush creep up my chest and shoulders.
She squeezes my base with unforgiving pressure, then parts her lips before sucking on my crown. She moans, and the sound vibrates against my skin.
I push her head lower, forcing her to take more of me. “Suck harder.” Her mouth feels warm and firm, and my spine stiffens with how fucking good she feels around me.
She relaxes her jaw and continues to suck, and a few strands of her hair fall out of my grasp, brushing against the insides of my thighs.
I press her face even closer, and she gags. But I don’t stop; I keep my hold steady.
Cignette claws at my abs, tries to move back, but it’s futile.
“Choke on it,” I grit out, then look at the mess she’s made on my dick with her drool and tears.
She once again digs her nails into my skin – this time on my pelvis – then takes me to the very back of her throat.
I tip my head back and cry out, because fuck
me, I feel myself draw up close to my release by that single move alone.
I pull her head back, and she gasps audibly. Letting go of her hair, I let her breathe for a couple of seconds, then wrap my fingers around her throat and bring her mouth to mine.
I kiss her – hard enough that it makes my vision hazy. I kiss her, because she’s so damn delicious and I can’t help but force her lips apart and thrust my tongue into her eager mouth.
And I kiss her, because I’m a madman; because I’m helpless to her taste, to her smell.
She breaks the kiss, and I grab her left thigh before bringing her over to straddle me again.
I let go of her throat and wrap my fingers around my erection, then start rubbing my crown over her wet cunt.
Cignette bites her lower lip and smirks at me – her dark gaze far more depthless than it usually is.
I smirk back at her, and can’t help but admire her disheveled state. Her hair’s a mess; her cheeks are tinted red. Her lips are a little swollen, and her eyes still hold tears from the brief face-fucking.
“You’re a vision,” I tell her honestly. “A beautiful illusion come to life.”
Her eyelashes touch the tops of her cheeks as she blinks, and her face flushes to a deeper shade of red at my compliment.
“You just have to say shit like that to completely contradict your nature, don’t you?” she says.
My smirk broadens at her words. “And what exactly is my nature?”
She aligns her face with mine. “An unyielding one,” she whispers.
I bite her lower lip and bring my cock over her entrance. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
She leans in further. “It can be whatever the hell you want it to be.” She hisses as she takes me in, then stops halfway before rising a little.
“Make it fit, Little Swan,” I tell her. “Because you don’t want me to be the one to do it for you, trust me.”
She grits her teeth and slides her pussy over my crown, then pushes herself down in a single thrust.
“Fuck!” she all but screams, just as I grunt and remove my hold on my dick.
Cignette shudders, then rises again, right before slamming down all the way.
“God, yes,” I groan. “You take me so fucking well, sweetheart.” I grab her ass and spread her cheeks, just as she starts a slow up-and-down rhythm, clenching her walls around me in a way that makes my spine tingle.
“Ride me,” I order, then spank her once. “And don’t stop until you’re done using me.”
Her breasts move in time with her hips as she fucks my cock, and every time she takes me in from tip to base, the insides of her thighs slap against mine.
My body contracts in response to her movements, and causes bouts of pain to cut through my left side, but I ignore them.
Our breathing is erratic – a desynced harmony that reverberates through the room.
Cignette rides me faster, and I feel her clench around me. My balls tighten in response – because the constraint around my dick feels so damn nice – and my stomach knots as my orgasm builds.
“God, that piercing hits so good,” she rasps, and starts moving her hips in deep, slow circles. She then wraps her fingers around my throat – surprising me – and puts enough pressure that it stops my proper breathing pattern.
I draw even closer to my release. “Tighter,” I tell her. “Squeeze tighter.”
She grins and presses her fingers further into my skin, then rocks against me harder. She’s so fucking wet that I can feel her dripping down to my sack, and it only serves to make me wild for her.
I’m way past the point of sanity right now, and I can see nothing but my need to let go.
I cup her breasts and pinch her nipples, making her tremble as pain mixes in with her growing pleasure.
She lets go of my throat and fists my hair with both hands, then crashes her mouth down to mine before forcing my lips open for hers.
I groan as I kiss her back, then bring a hand down between us to slap her clit with my fingers.
“Fuck you,” she hisses, and tugs painfully at my hair, making me laugh a little. She’s riding me with unrelenting speed, and we’re sweating, despite the room being cold.
“That’s what you get for being a good little slut for my cock,” I tell her, then start rubbing her clit because I’m seconds away from my release.
She shudders again, then clenches around me a second time, right before tipping her head back and screaming my name.
My shoulders stiffen; my hips draw up. And just like that, I join her, shooting my load into her cunt.
Somewhere between coming, we start kissing again, and every little whimper Cignette lets out, I swallow it eagerly, because I fucking relish the idea of me being the one to have coaxed them out of her.
“Fuck,” I breathe, and touch my forehead to hers. She’s panting, and her damp body all but molds into mine when I let go of her ass and wrap my arms around her waist.
“Fuck is right,” she answers, making me chuckle.
We’re silent for a while, with only the sounds of our steadying breaths, and the chirping of birds outside keeping us company.
This shit is too mundane for me – staying entangled after sex, I mean.
I’ve never done this before; never even had the urge to.
But with Cignette, it’s like these things happen naturally.
On instinct. I always wanna be close to her, and where this revelation would have pushed me far, far away from her a few days ago, right now – in this moment, after everything I’ve seen and heard – it feels…
I don’t know, okay. Perfect even, if I dare to be more specific.
My cock’s still buried inside her, so when she shifts and starts to absentmindedly run her fingernails over my chest, I feel myself harden again. But it’s when I look at the expression on her face that I realize she’s deep in thought. Lost in her own mind.
I lift her chin, then search her eyes. “Hey,” I say softly. “What’s up?”
She sighs and takes my hand away from her face, then places it between her breasts. Again: it’s something I’d never let a woman do, but it’s Cignette, so it’s okay.
“I…” She swallows. “I have a crazy thought.”
I nod. “Tell me.”
She licks her lips and works her jaw. “I think we should tell Mave about us. About everything.” She grimaces a little after saying that, as if she’s unsure of how I’ll react to it.
Honestly, I’m not fazed by it. I don’t care who knows and who doesn’t. I know what the truth is, and I’m willing to fight anyone who isn’t onboard with the idea of Cignette and I. Plain and simple.
“Okay,” I tell her. “Let’s do it.”
Her eyes widen. “Seriously? You won’t tell me how ridiculous of a suggestion that is?”
“Why would I do that?”
She clicks her tongue and gets off my lap to sit next to me, and I immediately miss her warmth. I also notice how she keeps her thighs closed in order to avoid soiling my mattress with our combined releases.
It’s cute.
“Because Mave can very well tell Uncle Chase about us, and shit could – no, wait, will – get out of hand. And I’m pretty sure I don’t have to tell you how my uncle’ll react to everything.”
“But Maverick won’t tell anyone anything,” I say simply.
Cignette raises a brow. “You seem confident about it.”
I lean back against my headboard and smirk at her. “Sweetheart, that man is in love with you, and the last thing he’ll wanna do is put you in any kind of danger, let alone jeopardize your standing in front of your uncle. So, if you wanna tell him about us, then go ahead; I’m okay with it.”
She sucks in a breath. “He’s not–”
“What?” I challenge, then grin.
She glares at me. “He’s not in love with me,” she says tersely.
“Right, and I’ve got dicks for arms,” I muse, earning a solid punch in one of said arms from Cignette.
She looks contemplative as she stares at the floor for a few long seconds, then brings her gaze to mine again.
“What about the others?” she asks.
“What of them?”
She pushes her tangled hair behind her ears. “What if they aren’t okay with Mave knowing?”
“How is any of it their problem?” I start, then shake my head.
“Cignette, this is about you and me, not them. Maverick already knows about all of us; he just doesn’t know about this.
” I gesture between us. “And, if we want him to know, then it doesn’t matter what Solo or my crew think. It’s our goddamn business.”
She again falls into a lapse of silence.
I give her time to either talk herself in, or out of the decision, because I’m fine with either.
“Okay,” she says finally, then exhales heavily. “I’ll call Mave and ask him to come to Finesse. That alright with you?”
“Absolutely.”
She purses her lips. “I can’t guarantee he won’t burn the place down the second he gets here, though.”
I laugh, then scratch the area around the stick-on bandage. “Let him try, Little Swan,” I say with a grin. “Let him fucking try.”