Chapter 41 #3
Before she can come to her senses, I pull her hard against my face, burying my tongue between her hot, wet lips. Her fingernails dig into my shoulder as her other hand pulls at the back of my skull, forcing my face harder against her body, my tongue deeper inside her.
She doesn’t make a sound, but she rocks and swerves her hips, riding my tongue.
I grab her leg, hoisting her thigh over my shoulder with a desperate need to be as close to her as physically possible.
She bends her knee, hooking her leg around me, forcing me closer still.
The smooth skin of her calf and the heel of her foot anchor against my back.
My cock is throbbing, desire already leaking from the swollen head.
I can do better than this… I want to ruin her for Keegan. If she’s never thought of me while he was inside her before this night, she will!
I grip her ass, pulling her forward as I lean back on the bed, forcing her to kneel up onto the edge of the mattress so she can ride my face properly.
Wrapping my hands around her luscious thighs now, I pull her down onto my face and devour her like a death row inmate savoring his last meal.
She grinds down on me greedily, and some warped part of me wouldn’t mind dying by way of suffocation.
I’ve nearly died a hundred times… If this is what finally takes me out, I’d die happy.
It’s more than I deserve or expect in this life, anyhow.
Before I do expire by way of decadent flesh, she breaks away from my mouth, moving up the mattress.
I twist around immediately, following her up the bed as she lies down on her stomach against the comforter, looking back at me over her shoulder with a coy, little smile.
I swipe her hair to the side, exposing her back to me as I lower myself to drag my tongue over her shoulder blades, making my way up to the shell of her ear.
Nipping at her lobe, I feel her raise her lower body up to me, pressing her bare ass against my lower abdomen.
She wiggles against me, maneuvering herself so that the heavy length of my engorged cock rests against her hot, slippery little slit.
Sucking her lobe, I allow her to rub against me, slicking me with the combination of my saliva and her arousal.
I fight the urge to roll my hips into her, the head of my cock eagerly seeking her entrance. She tempts me further still, pushing back on me, beckoning to be penetrated.
“I’m not fucking you from behind, Vanna,” I whisper against her ear. I’ve only fucked whores from behind, not wanting to see their faces. Not caring. Not wanting any form of connection. “You want me, baby? Turn over and look me in the eyes when I slide my cock inside you.”
To my elation, she twists over onto her back between my caging limbs. That coy, little smile never falters, those dark, hooded eyes burning into me.
There’s no way I’ll be able to pull out of her.
Not a fucking chance in Hell.
As much as I despise the thought of anything between us, of not feeling the hot, bare, wet clench of her cunt around me, I force myself to reach for my cut and grab a condom.
Tearing it open between my teeth, I sit back on my heels, about to roll it down my shaft when she shakes her head at me, those pearly whites biting down on that plump lip once again.
I’ve never fucked a whore without a rubber…except Puppet that one time… I’ve only gone down on one other woman before in my life… I’m pretty sure I’m clean… And I’m sure she’s clean… But…
“I’m going to come inside of you. I’m not pulling out. You don’t want me to wear this?”
She shakes her head slowly, no .
No?
Bending her legs, she pulls them up from beneath my parted knees and opens her thighs, inviting me where I’ve longed to be since the night we met.
Fuck me …she mouths the words to me… Fuck me now…
Gripping my painfully erect cock, I slide my other hand up her body as I lean forward to mount and enter her.
I wrap my hand around her throat, feeling her swallow.
Her dark, half-lidded eyes plead for my cock.
Her mouth opens to take a breath as I begin to push inside her.
Her hands grip the wrist of my hand still wrapped around her throat.
Her legs hook around me, heels digging into the back of my thighs as she attempts to force me deeper inside her.
Fuck! She’s going to drive me to the edge too quickly!
I release her throat, slipping two fingers into her panting mouth as I begin to fuck her, attempting to distract from the glorious feeling of her cunt taking me in.
“How many times have you thought about this moment, Vanna?” I demand, fighting to cling to the threads of sanity remaining. “How long have you fantasized about giving yourself over to me?”
She doesn’t answer, but she rocks her hips in time with my slow thrusts, gripping and fucking me back, all the while continuing to suck my fingers, swirling her tongue around and between them.
Gritting my teeth, I grind into her, shoving myself as deeply inside of her as I can get, rubbing my body against her clit.
My other hand curls into the bedding, gripping the fabric as I desperately battle the urge to coat her walls with my encroaching release.
She bites down on me, hard . Hard enough to cause quite a bit of burning pain. I slam into her, fucking her roughly. The headboard slams against the wall. When I try to remove my fingers, she bites down even harder, and I wince through the pain.
Devious little minx! Does she mean to mark me? Would she allow me to leave my mark on her, as well?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The headboard slams against the wall. The springs of the shitty mattress creak beneath us.
I drive myself into her harder still. She doesn’t let up, and I grin through the pain. Perhaps she wants to make me bleed? Demoness…
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone is yelling out in the hall… Probably bitching about the slamming headboard. I hear him more clearly when he shouts through the cracked window, “Put it out, asshole! And lower your fucking music!”
H arder… Faster…
Sweat is dripping from my body as he works me over.
“Keep your guard up, Vanna!” Viking grunts at me from the weight bench where he’s been curling dumbbells that weigh more than my entire child. “You’re letting it drop whenever you throw that shin kick.”
I pause to reset and wipe the sweat from stinging my eyes. “I know. I’m distracted.”
“That’s how you get punched in the face.”
I can’t help letting a small smile slip. Viking isn’t the gentlest of trainers, but I appreciate his unfiltered pointers. His criticisms are easier to take now that I know they come from a place of love. Besides, I do want to learn effective techniques properly.
“What’s got you so distracted?” he asks.
I give him a wry look. “After our last talk therapy session, I didn’t think you’d want another one.”
“Well, your strikes are half-assed. Spill it so we can stop wasting time and energy.”
“It’s difficult to be upset with my husband when he finally came around to trying for another baby.”
“Oh shit, really?” Viking smiles genuinely. “That’s great, Vanna.”
“It is… But I’m still annoyed with him.”
“Over the recently evicted?” Viking chuckles as if he approves. “Not gonna lie, Vanna. We’ve all barely managed to tolerate Legion’s malicious alliance.”
I sigh. “Legion is trying. We should help him as long as he is.”
Viking lets out a scoff. “He was trying to get in your pants.”
I roll my eyes. “No wonder you’re best friends. You sound just like my husband.”
“ Speaking of…” Dean says, walking across the gym to us.
His dark eyes scan me where I stand beside the punching bag, gloves up, face flushed, loose hair sticking uncomfortably to my neck.
“What’s this?” he asks. “I knew you were using the gym a few times a week, but I didn’t know you were taking lessons from Viking. ”
“It’s not a secret.” I instantly go on the defensive. “He had time.”
Dean looks at Viking, who just shrugs. “Hey, she came to me. It’s not like I’ve shown her anything on the mat. Not that she didn’t try to rope me into it.”
“ You traitor!” I laugh at how quickly he ratted me out.
“I didn’t think you’d have a problem with me giving her some pointers,” Viking adds.
“I don’t,” Dean says, stepping closer, not to confront but to close the distance between us.
“I trust you both.” He looks me up and down in my sweaty gym clothes, which consist of black leggings, sneakers, and a sports bra beneath a baggy, off-the-shoulder sweatshirt. Then his gaze slides to Viking.
“ Right,” Viking chuckles in response to whatever telepathic-man message passed between them with just a look. “I’ll make sure everyone knows the gym is off-limits for an hour or so.” Viking grabs his gym bag before leaving us and closes the doors behind him.
When I look back at Dean, he’s already shedding his cut, eyes still locked on me, a crooked grin playing at his mouth.
“I was gonna squeeze in a workout, but since we’re both here, you might as well show me what you’ve learned,” Dean says, voice nearly a growl.
“I think I’m done for the day.”
He playfully scowls. “Stage fright?”
“ No,” I mumble under my breath, bringing one of my wrists to my teeth in an attempt to undo the Velcro cuff of the boxing glove. Dean reaches out to assist me, and I let him.
“You should learn to throw bare-knuckle punches anyway,” he says, tossing the gloves aside.
“These should be worn when you’re working out, but you won’t have gloves on if you’re ever in a situation where you have to hit someone.
” He gestures to the bag. “Throw a few. Not too hard. We can gradually increase the power. I just want to get a look at your form.”
I playfully scowl back at him. “ I’m sure you do .”
“Just imagine a particular blonde bitch’s face right here,” he jokes, patting an eye-level spot on the punching bag.
I arch a brow at him. “What makes you so sure I want to imagine a blonde?”
Dean chuckles. “Oh, you’ll get your rematch with me, baby…
in the ring… Right now, I want to see you make a tight, flat fist. Make sure your knuckles are the primary point of impact.
Keep your wrists strong and aligned with your forearms. You want to avoid bending them on impact, which can lead to injury. ”
He moves so fast, I hear the thud of his fist against the leather before it even registers that he threw a punch. The bag sways from the powerful impact.
“I’m not as good as you,” I say.
“You don’t need to be. Now come on. Show me what you’ve got.”
Dean spends the next few minutes coaching me, teaching me combination and elbow strikes.
“That’s good, baby…” he circles me again to watch my form, and I feel his strong hands slide down my hips, digging into my thighs over my leggings, then back up again. The heat of his sigh brushes past my ear and sends a shiver through my body.
“You should have come to me , Vanna.”
“You’ve got a lot on your plate.”
“I’ll always make time for you. Don’t you know that?” He pulls my hips back and presses himself against my ass. “But now, since you didn’t come to me, you’ll come for me.”
I spin around in his embrace to look him in the eyes. They’re dark with lust, and he’s wearing that trademark crooked grin of his.
“Not happening.”
That grin broadens, and his eyes shift momentarily to the boxing ring. I know exactly what he’s thinking as his hands travel down to squeeze my ass. “Spar with me.”
I look at him wryly. “Like I’d stand a chance against you, Mr. Underground Cage fighter. And besides, I don’t know how to grapple or wrestle or whatever those Jiu-Jitsu maneuvers are that you do on the ground. You’ll have me pinned the moment we step in the ring.”
“I’ll go easy on you.”
“No. I’m all sweaty and gross.”
He curves his body into me, his pelvis grinding against me, and I can feel his hardness through his jeans.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off about this…
Fucking you in the ring … The way you’ve looked at me after I’ve won…
Come on, doll . Let’s have a little fun…
Blow off some steam together. I’ll teach you some moves first… Let you try them out on me.”
“No. And besides, anybody could walk in at any moment.”
“Viking has already spread the word that the gym is off limits for a while. He knows what’s up.”
“ Besides your dick, nothing,” I giggle.
He releases me to step back and strip off his shirt, revealing his muscular torso and vascular arms. I barely realize I’m biting my bottom lip as my gaze settles on his Adonis belt dipping into his jeans, before lingering a moment on the outline of his cock becoming more defined by the second.
I let out a nearly defeated sigh. “You’re really pushing it.”
“ I certainly intend to ,” Dean growls, unbuckling his belt as he teases me, “I won’t knock you out , but I might knock you up .”
“Fine,” I cave, pulling off my sweatshirt and tossing it at his feet.
Dean grins, salaciously and triumphantly, when he grabs my hips and pulls me against him. “ Fuckin’ Aces, baby.”
M y eyes snap open, and I immediately shake my hand in an attempt to stop the pain…
The fucking joint burned down to my fingers in my sleep...
My heart sinks as I glance around the empty hotel room, my vision blurring at the edges, warped by the remnants of the dream.
My gun is still on the nightstand…and I’m fully clothed, rocking a raging hard on.
Vanna isn’t here… She never was … I’m alone… It was just a dream.
Just another…fucking…dream!
I choke back a strangled sob, shoving myself out of bed to pick up the joint before it burns a hole in the rug.
The asshole outside is still banging on my fucking door.
I smash the roach into the top of the bedside table, extinguishing it before grabbing my gun and storming over to the door.
When I wrench it open and stick the barrel in his face, he suddenly doesn’t look so angry.
“I’m s-sorry…” he stammers.
“ You will be if you ever touch this fucking door again!”
He nods, eyes wide with fear, frozen where he stands. I slam the door in his face, squeezing the handle of my gun at my side until my knuckles turn white and my arm is shaking.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
That felt so fucking real!
I’ve cursed myself in my efforts to infiltrate her subconscious.
I place the gun on the bathroom counter and twist on the faucet, allowing the cool water to run over my burned fingers while I glare at myself in the cracked mirror.
The urge to slam my fist through it and finish the job surges through me, but I refrain.
I still have more moves to make…more cards to play.
Spells don’t just vanish… What she ignited between us is real…raw… ruinous!
It’s time she knows the truth of what she did.
And who she did it to…