Twenty-One Justice #2
“When did that change?” Steam winds around us, cocooning us and making her look ethereal … and vulnerable. Definitely in need of protection. “Just because we had sex?”
“I don’t know.” Why lie about it? “But it changed.”
She curls her nails into my skin, biting softly. “You wanted to kill me.”
I sigh. “No. I planned to lock you down on an island somewhere without electronics.”
She jerks. “That’s worse than death.”
Yeah, I’m starting to get that. “Then you should start to obey me. If you enjoy sitting, that is.” I’ve never been one to miss an opportunity.
“Not in my DNA.” She’s looking a bit too secure right now. “I think we need to make sure we have a deal. That we’ll both stick to it. For sure.”
Enchanting. Damn it. “Go on.”
A pretty blush wanders across her chest, and I watch it, fascinated.
Even her nipples turn a brighter pink. She clears her throat.
“I’ll help you with your server problem without giving you a code for a deadly virus, and you help me retake TimeGem Moments.
I promise I won’t ever attack your gems or servers again, and you promise you’ll never kidnap me or lock me down on an island. ”
As a deal, it isn’t bad. It’s a start to negotiations, anyway. Although there’s a glitch in her logic. “Who says I’m letting you go? If I keep you, there’s no need to kidnap you again.”
She rolls her eyes. So much for her being terrified by me. “Please. Do you want to put up with me long term?”
Amusement tracks through me. I ignore the voice in the back of my head wondering the same thing. “You have a point.” I lift her by the hips, positioning her right where I want her. “How about we seal the deal?”
Her hands slide up and roll on top of my shoulders. Her nipples sharpen in front of my eyes. “You haven’t agreed.” She’s breathless now.
“I know. I’m not taking those terms.” Giving her plenty of time to stop me, I lower her onto me, trying to be gentle.
She winces as I stretch her, but she is wet. Needy. All hot and moist heat. Then she wriggles against me, leaning into me.
I slam her down until she takes all of me.
She gasps and arches, elongating the lines of her graceful neck. Her eyelids flutter closed.
I wait, my hands gripping her hips, my cock surrounded by her warmth. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt this good. Her voice only adds to my pleasure. Somehow. Her soft moans and gasps slide through me, licking me from within. There’s no feeling like it.
She opens her eyes and her pupils widen in the steamy space. Her knees press down on the bench, on either side of my thighs, and she partially lifts up to slide back down. The sound she makes will accompany me to the grave. Soft and hungry, full of anticipation.
Then she pauses, her eyes wide. “One more term.” Her voice is breathy.
I flex my fingers on her hips. “Name it.”
“No more spankings.”
I grin and reach around to clench her ass with both hands.
She hisses, and hunger glows in her eyes.
“Spanking turns you on.” I lean forward, my grip firm, and suck a nipple into my mouth.
She arches and digs her nails into my shoulders. “It most certainly does not.”
I gently bite her and move to the other nipple, noting her breath catching. She sounds proper and haughty. I bite the other nipple and then lean back to watch her eyes turn an even darker shade of blue. “I like spanking you.”
She stills and pulses all around my cock. “That’s, well, that’s …”
“The way I want it.” I kiss her, liking the softness of her lips under mine. “Behave and I won’t spank you. It’s as easy as that.” Not in a million years can Ella behave. If I keep her, she’ll have a sore ass every day.
I swallow. I’m not keeping her. But she’s safer with me than without. I can’t think about this right now, so I lift her up and gently slide her back down me.
She sucks in air and then starts to move on her own, her nails biting into me as she rides me.
I let her play for a while, setting the rhythm, until red edges in from the furthest reaches of my vision.
I tighten my hold and direct her, yanking her up and pounding her back down.
She goes soft in my hold. Submitting. Fire lunges through me, sizzling down my spine right to my balls.
It zings around my body, landing in my chest. Somewhere.
The slap of flesh against flesh mixes with the spray hitting the wall, and I move her faster, feeling the second she’s about to go over. I stop, holding her in place, my dick pulsing inside her.
She tries to lift up and I stop her. “What are you doing?” she groans.
“Taming you.” This might kill me. I wait until her body settles and then I lift her, pushing her to the edge again. The second she’s there, I stop.
Her head drops to my shoulder. “Justice.”
“Yeah.” I wait until she calms and then lift her again. “Look at me.”
She does, her eyes glossy.
“Even when you’re on top, I’m in charge. Understand?” I need to gain her obedience so she doesn’t get herself killed. “Ella?”
She slowly nods.
“Say it.”
“You’re in charge.” She tightens around me.
I move her, up and down, faster than she could do herself.
She climbs, her eyes wide, and then finally goes over with a shattered cry.
She tightens around me, hard and fast, gripping like we’ll never be apart again.
She bites into my pec, little mewling noises coming from her as her body shudders wildly.
I’m not far behind.
The climax nearly destroys me. I shudder through it, finally lowering her all the way and leaving her there with me still inside her. We pant together as the steam swallows us whole.
One thought hits me with absolute certainty. I have no clue what I’m going to do with Ella Rendale. Never in my life have I been the hero, not even of my own story, and I see no reason to start now. Heroes sacrifice. They let go for the greater good.
Fuck that.
I’m keeping her.