23 GOOD GIRLS GO TO HEAVEN #2
Maybe that was why he was so addicted to her. He may have wanted to ruin her, but it was clear she wanted to be ruined.
By him. Only ever by him.
He kissed her harder, bending her spine back, knowing the pressure would make her uncomfortable. Why he wanted that, he couldn’t say. Because he was a bastard, maybe.
She moaned low, stroking her hands up his back and under the base of his wings like the simple act of touching him turned her on, which made him feel pretty damn good.
Releasing her waist and breaking the kiss, he gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted her head up. Their gazes met, and he held her like that, soaking in the moment.
Yeah, she submitted to him, but he was under no delusions about who was really in control here. The truth was, she owned him, and that scared him more than a little.
“You want more?”
She nodded.
He couldn’t help himself. He smiled a little and said, “Use your manners.”
She didn’t even bat an eye before responding, “Yes, please.”
God, those eyes. Perfect, guileless, eager.
“Good girl.” His smile widened.
She didn’t smile back. Instead, she whimpered a little, like being called a good girl turned her on.
Had Bel put him in a coma when he’d clocked him in the head? Because no way he was actually living this.
“You like when I call you that?”
She nodded.
“Good, ’cause you are one. You’re a perfect angel, aren’t you? A sweet little ray of sunshine.”
But this time she shook her head. Those doe eyes filled with denial.
He was still riding the high of whatever insanity had taken over the moment he’d grabbed her throat. He spun her around with a firm grip on her shoulders and then pulled her back against him, his hard-on pressed against her lower back since he was so much taller than her.
He wrapped an arm around to take hold of her throat again and tipped her head back against his chest. And then he bent and spoke in her ear. “No?”
She shook her head, and he felt her swallow against his palm.
“You’re saying I’m wrong?”
“I’m not perfect,” she said breathlessly.
“Why not?”
“I … failed. I lied. I cheated. I stole clothes!” Her breath caught on the last admission.
He put his mouth against her ear. “So you’re not a good girl, are you? You’re a bad girl.”
“Yes.” She leaned back into his shoulder, her throat exposed, her chest thrust forward. Fucking perfect.
“Bad girls get punished.” Jesus, what the fuck was he even saying?
“Yes.”
He didn’t care. Sunshine was into it and so was he. He’d roll with it until she told him to stop.
He released her and gripped the bottom of her shirt. She dutifully raised her arms and he pulled it up over her head. Tossing it aside, he stepped back enough to pinch open her bra. It slid forward down her arms and hit the floor.
She glanced over her shoulder at him when he didn’t move immediately.
“Take the rest off,” he said.
She unfastened her pants and slid them over her hips and down her legs.
“Underwear too.”
Watching her bend, showing off that perfect ass, nearly made him lose his mind. The shadow where her full thighs pressed together was so close to giving him a peek of what he really wanted to see, and the way her plump flesh jiggled when she stepped out of her underwear was the stuff of fantasies.
Everything about her was.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Sunshine.”
She straightened and turned to face him, her arms at her sides, not trying to cover her body at all. Perfect. She could rob banks for a living and she’d be perfect to him. She could be a deranged psychopath and he’d worship the ground she walked on.
But she wasn’t. She was kind and sweet, and it pissed him off that she didn’t see herself that way.
“You wanna be a good girl, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“Then get on your knees.”
She lowered herself onto the floor immediately. She didn’t even pause to take a breath.
He stepped up to her, and she tipped her head up and watched him. He could give her commands and control her movements, but when she looked at him like that …
He wondered if she knew how much control she had over him. A part of him didn’t want her to. Another part did so she would never feel powerless or think she was alone.
He combed his fingers through her hair, and she held onto his thighs over his pants.
She was naked on her knees in front of him, but her eyes held so much strength.
There was nothing subservient about her even if she played along with their game.
A game they both needed, even if he didn’t fully understand why.
“You’re beautiful. So sweet and perfect.” He kept petting her hair. “And I don’t like when I tell you that and you say I’m wrong.”
She swallowed, and he saw her denial rise. He opened his mouth to admonish her, but her fingers started crawling along the waistband of his pants. The little seductress was trying to distract him, and damn if it wasn’t working.
She curled her fingers around the elastic and stretched it, never looking away from him while he watched her like a hawk.
Her fingernails scraped against his skin as she tugged his pants down and out of the way.
He was commando underneath, so there was nothing else standing in her way.
She wrapped a hand around his hard cock and then paused with it inches from her mouth. His wings flared with anticipation.
“There are ridges.” Her eyes were wide.
“What?” He couldn’t think straight with her mouth so close to him.
She trailed a finger down his shaft, over the raised rings of scales that circled it. Yeah, his dick may have looked freaky in this form, but judging by the look on Sunshine’s face, she didn’t mind a bit.
“Suck it,” he groaned.
She leaned in and her lips parted, and then wet hot suction formed around the tip, and he nearly fell over. She sank down saliva coating his shaft on her way back. As she repeated the motion, her tongue teased the sensitive underside, and he moaned.
Fingers clenching in her hair, he couldn’t help himself from thrusting, chasing more of that sensation. She hummed around him and relaxed her jaw to fit him deeper. He was bigger in this form, and it had to be a stretch for her, but that only made it so much hotter when she swallowed him.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth,” he growled.
She hummed and nodded.
“Pinch me if I go too hard.”
Her eyes darkened like he’d just issued a challenge.
He got a better grip on her hair and pushed deep just to see how ready she was. Her eyes flared slightly like she was surprised by the pressure, but they narrowed again when he stopped, daring him to keep going.
The sight of his ridged demon cock sliding between the perfect lips of an angel was so goddamn sexy, he nearly came on the spot. The pressure and wet heat of her mouth was pleasure indescribable.
“Good girl.” He thrust again. “You’re such a good fucking girl.” She gripped his waist, nails digging into the taut skin over his hip bones. “God, that’s so good. You’re so beautiful on your knees like that.”
He gave her a few more warning thrusts, which she took eagerly, before he really cut loose.
Both hands holding her head still, he fucked her throat exactly like he’d imagined doing from the moment he’d started fantasizing about her. She took it like the goddess she was, her eyes tearing up, her throat working to keep from gagging, saliva pooling at the edges of her lips.
He was so fixated on watching his shaft slide in and out between her lips that he hadn’t noticed she’d let go of him with one hand and was stroking herself between her legs. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and unfocused, and he felt her moans vibrating around his shaft.
She was getting off on sucking his cock. God fucking damn it—
His head swam and pressure built at the base of his spine. He released her head and pulled out seconds before he lost control. He didn’t want to finish yet. He had plans.