CHAPTER 55 - ARIANNA
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Arianna
THE WAY RED’S brEATH HITCHES as I wrap my hand around the base of his thick throbbing shaft only makes me hotter for him than I was.
If it’s sick and twisted getting turned on after killing your own brother, then I’m sick and twisted because I’m as hot as fuck.
Hot as fuck for this man here.
My other hand runs down his soapy chest to trace the inked scorpion covering his pecs. His mouth hovers near mine, still unsure what to do.
I know what I want him to do.
“I’m free now, Red. Don’t you see?” My lips skim his, and he moves to take my mouth, but holds back. “I’m free, and so is everyone else. That is powerful. I feel powerful.”
“You’re the most powerful woman I’ve ever known,” Red murmurs as my hand, slick with soap, moves up and down the length of his cock. “You did well tonight.”
“You taught me how.” Dropping my other hand from his chest, I guide it between my legs, shuddering when his fingers brush my clit to slip one into my wet hole.
“Jesus, Arianna,” he growls as I rock against him, fucking his fingers. “I so want you.”
“And I want you,” I pant, working him hard with my hand. “It’s over. We’ve won.”
Red’s finger becomes two, then three, making me whimper with need. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
A low growl spills from his throat as he picks me up. Wrapping my legs around his hips, he slams me against the tiled wall, the thick head of his cock pushing at my entrance. “Now! I need you now,” I moan, my nails digging into his buttocks.
Red’s mouth crashes onto mine at the same time his cock impales me. Drawing back out almost all the way, he thrusts forward again. Stretched to the limit, I scream in pleasurable pain, my hand fisting his wet hair, the other clawing his back.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans, before exploring my mouth with his tongue and muffling my needy moans.
This is it. There is nothing gentle or relaxed about this. This is brutal fucking. Sex without any lead-up. Raw power.
It sums up tonight and where I am now.
This is Red Bateman in all his animalistic glory.
With water cascading over us, he drives into me relentlessly, his hips pounding to grind me further against the tiles. Grabbing my ass, he pulls me deeper onto him with each thrust. My core clenches around his shaft. “Red, I want... Oh God, I want...”
“I’ll fuck it all away, baby. This is all yours. I am all yours,” he growls. “All the bad, all the shit, I’m fucking it out of both of us. Now I want you to come for me.”
My head spins, my mind a web of flashing light as I circle higher and higher. I buck against him, my moans becoming one long cry of need. “I think... I’m nearly...”
“Come for me, princess. Come hard on my cock.” Releasing one hand, Red grabs the handheld spray and turns on the separate jet of water. Upping his pace, his thrusts are frantic.
Slipping the attachment between us, he directs the jet onto my throbbing clit, sending me into instant freefall.
Yanking his hair, my head scrapes against the tiles as I thrash in raw abandonment and break apart around him.