Chapter 27
brIELLE
Too much information is swimming through my mind right now. I thought asking questions would help me understand things better, but if anything, it’s made more come up.
I still don’t know why they want Susie, but I’m guessing she has something to do with the sex trafficking, or she at least knows some information they need.
I can’t picture someone like Susie being involved with something so serious.
Before I get the chance to ask anything else, Emris is pulling me down on top of him.
My legs hug his waist, and I can feel his erection digging into me. I have to stop myself from grinding down on him when his hands find my hips, and he just holds them there, not doing anything.
“Take what you need from me, Brielle.”
I shouldn’t want him. I know that, but it’s a gut-deep feeling. This will only end one way, and it won’t be well for me.
Nothing ever ends well for me. But fuck. I want to give in so bad... to it all. I want everything he can offer me.
Emris is a flashing red neon sign that I should try to avoid at all costs. He’s the kind of guy your best friend would drag you away from at a bar with wide, terrified eyes. And yet here I am, on top of him with no intention of leaving this room.
I look down at him and the way his eyes sparkle as he looks up at me, the way the glowing light in the room catches all his sharp features in a sense that makes my heart race and my common sense spiral into a black hole.
My eyes track the tattoos along his forearms, up his biceps, and all the way to his throat. The cocky smile that’s usually in place is gone, replaced with something I can’t make out.
He’s looking at me, but not at me. It’s like he’s sizing up my soul and he’s already decided it’s his for the taking.
Emris is wrong for me in every way. So why can’t I stop?
Why can’t I get off him and put some kind of distance between the two of us?
Why am I staying here, pretending I don’t notice the curve of his jaw?
How his voice sends waves of lust straight to my core, and the way my name sounds when he says it so gently? Why am I still fighting this?
“Are you going to keep staring at me or take what you’re too scared to ask for, Brielle?” He moves his hands from my hips to run the tip of his fingers along the tops of my thighs.
I hate that my chest tightens when he speaks, hate that it’s anger and something softer tangled up together.
My fingers curl around the gun, and if I wanted to, I could end this right here, right now.
I have the power while I have this gun in my hands.
All it would take is for me to aim, and I’d be free once again.
So instead of setting the gun down, I raise the heavy metal and press it to his forehead, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of what he does to me. What he makes me feel.
“Fuck, you’re such a—” I start, but the words falter because his fingers brush closer to my center.
“Go on,” he says, his voice dipping into something that feels like a dare. “Tell me what I am.” My finger hovers over the trigger, ready to pull at any moment.
I want to yell at him and tell him that he’s the wrong guy for me, that he’s dangerous. He’s the man who makes me love the fire within him, even if that means I get burned.
He chuckles like he’s unbothered, like I don’t have a gun pressed to his head right now, as if he’s won a game I didn’t know we were playing.
And maybe he has, because it feels like I’m going to lose it if I can’t feel his lips pressed to mine this very second.
I crave him in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“If you’re going to kill me, do it, baby. Do it because waiting any longer to feel my cock buried deep inside of you is just as painful.”
His words push me into action, and I set the gun aside, not caring if all of this is wrong. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his, needing everything and more. His hands find the back of my head, and he kisses me back as if I’m the very air he needs.
“Emris.” I breathe against his mouth as I try to catch my breath.
“I want you to take whatever you want from me, Brielle. If you want to take my life, take it. You want money? A car? Anything you want, all you have to do is ask for it, and you can have it. You can have my goddamn soul,” he whispers, and I know he means it.
“All I want right now is to feel your mouth pressed against mine and you buried deep inside me,” I whisper against his lips.
Only a second passes before his fingers find the waistband of my panties, and he pulls until they rip clean off me, leaving me in only my bra. But that doesn’t last because I reach behind me and unclip it, wanting him to see all of me.
“Come sit on my face, baby. I want to taste you.”
“I—” I begin, but he doesn’t let me argue.
“Get your fucking pussy on my mouth right now, Brielle.”
I crawl up his body until his mouth is flush with my pussy, his hands gripping my hips, and he pulls me down so there’s no space left between us.
The second his tongue makes contact, I fall forward and grip the headboard.
I try not to move as he does whatever he wants, but it’s becoming harder, and I can’t take it.
I can feel his fingers pressing into the skin on my legs, and I know there will be bruises from the pressure, but I want his marks on me.
Emris laps at me before fucking me with his tongue.
I throw my head back with a moan as my hips move on their own accord.
This is so fucking wrong. How does he want me after I pressed a gun to his head?
He’s eating me like he’s starving for me, and it doesn’t take much more until I’m falling right off the cliff into euphoria.
The force from the orgasm has me screaming his name and shaking on top of him.
He places kisses along the insides of my thighs as I come down from the high he gave me but wastes no time as he flips me onto my back.
“You taste like heaven. Better than anything else,” he says, climbing off the bed. Emris looms over the edge, his fingers going to the buttons of his shirt. He slowly removes each one until he’s standing shirtless in front of me, looking godlier than ever.
Next comes his pants followed by his boxers, leaving him in nothing else. My eyes roam over his body, and the hunger inside of me grows even more.
Emris slowly climbs back on the bed, spreading my legs wide to fit his large frame.
“I’ve been waiting a lifetime for this moment,” he says under his breath, almost as if talking to himself instead of me. I keep my eyes on him, watching his every move. My chest swells with anticipation at taking this next step with him.
“You just met me.” I whisper.
“That doesn’t mean I wasn’t waiting.”
Our eyes stay locked, and I hold my breath as the tip of his cock nudges against my entrance. He holds himself there, his eyes closing as he slowly works his way into me, as if he’s savoring every second spent inside me.
“Emris,” I gasp when he shoves his hips forward, filling me.
“Fuckkkkk. I’ve been inside you for five damn seconds and I’m ready to fucking blow,” he complains as he slowly pulls out and pushes back in with more force.
“Fuck me, Emris. Please,” I beg, knowing that will get him moving, and boy was I right—he starts fucking me like his life depends on it.
My hands grip the sheets, and I throw my head back as he keeps the same rhythm, fucking me exactly as I need him to.
“Come with me, Brielle,” he says, leaning over me, wrapping his hand tightly around my throat and sending me right into oblivion.
My vision blurs as he pounds into me, chasing his own release, which he finds seconds later.
I try to watch his handsome face as he comes, but black dots dance in my vision.
I’m seconds away from passing out when his hand disappears, and he lands on top of me, kissing me. I suck in much-needed air when he pulls back.
“I’m never going to get enough of you, Brielle. I hope you know that. Stay right there,” he says before getting up and walking toward the ensuite bathroom. The sink turns on and off, and before he can return from the bathroom, my eyes droop closed from pure exhaustion.
Emris gently spreads my thighs and cleans me up, but my eyes are already closed by the time he’s done and joins me in bed.
He wraps his arms around me, and for the first time in a long time, I fall asleep with no problem at all.