THIRTY-THREE
I couldn’t separate from her.
My body refused to obey as I pushed deeper into her pussy, coaxing another moan down that vicious tongue.
‘You’re learning,’ I murmured. She blinked, her lips parting against mine. ‘To submit…’
‘Oh, baby…’ Her voice had my dick hardening inside her all over again.
I moved slightly away, peering down into the ocean of her eyes, lust-drunk, wide with the aftertaste of surrender.
‘I thought I wasn’t going to see you again…’ she whispered.
‘Me? Or Ghost?’
Her hands abandoned my shirt, climbing up my neck to my jaw where her gaze scorched a mark of its own. Her heart beat under her skin like an invitation.
As her head fell back against the tiles, I moved, but her body coiled at the sensation of me slipping out of her, and her legs slammed me right back inside.
With my dick half-lax between her tight walls, I could feel every single drop of us leaking from her, running down our thighs.
Heat. Salt. Breath. The echo of what we’d just done vibrated between us.
Christ, I couldn’t breathe…
‘I’m a greedy woman,’ she murmured, but it came out as a growl. ‘I need you both.’ The rasp in her voice, the shine in her eyes, the smirk on her face made me see that lioness she rarely let out.
This was Scarlett. This was Paula.
‘It really is you.’ The words left me on a breath.
She hooked her fingers behind my neck and drew my face closer.
I never felt comfortable kissing a woman, maybe because such an intimate, personal act didn’t have a place with the ones that had come before her. They all served a purpose.
But Paula’s mouth on mine felt like a punch to the soul, cold and clean, then hot enough to burn it to ash.
Like death. Like birth.
Like a reason worth dying for.
I was… lost.
I kissed her back like a man starving, like the sinner she saved with every touch.
She made space for the devil and the man, and kissed them both like they were one and the same.
The taste of her forgiveness and punishment tangled into one.
No wonder I couldn’t stop.
And I was getting harder and harder.
‘Damn it,’ I wrenched my face from hers, unused to such a potent blend of emotions.
‘Don’t leave,’ she said hurriedly. And I snapped my eyes to hers.
A breath stuck between my throat and fucking oblivion.
She thought I was leaving her again. That I surrendered to the moment and was going to take it all back.
The fear in her voice split me open in ways nothing ever could.
Silly little angel…
As if I could.
‘Leave?’ I rumbled, swaying my hips into her to make a point. She moaned, her eyes rolling back as she bit down on her lip. ‘I’m not fucking leaving you alone for a single goddamn second, Paula.’
Her eyes fluttered open. Wide. Wanting.
She looked down, her tongue licking over her bottom lip as she gazed at where we were joined.
‘I want you in my mouth,’ she murmured.
I wasn’t sure if it was a growl or a groan of exasperation that fell from my mouth.
My hand caught her jaw, angling it up so that she was facing me.
‘You wait until I give you things like that,’ I snarled, brushing my thumb along her cheek.
Her breath faltered.
Christ, she was beautiful when she was trying to behave. All those moments with her behind the mask came crashing down on me, and I was about to lose my goddamn mind.
It took every ounce of self-control to pull out of her – she whimpered from the loss.
I let the moment stretch as she clutched me between her thighs as if holding for dear life.
‘You want to taste me?’ I asked.
She inclined her head, slowly, her eyes fixed on my lips. Her fingers traced mine, and I mirrored the act. As if I couldn’t get enough of that sensation where her skin rubbed against me. As though she weren’t real and this had all been a figment of my imagination.
‘Then you need to learn patience.’
Her lips twitched, almost a pout.
I couldn’t help a grin from breaking out on my face.
Fuck, I wanted to let her do whatever that dark mind of hers had in store for me. I wanted to forget how close I was to losing control and just… let go.
She leaned in, pressing her forehead to mine again. I watched her lashes fan over her cheekbones as her eyes closed.
‘When I give it…’ I whispered, suddenly unable to form a coherent sentence. But I knew she would understand. ‘Not when you ask for it. Understand?’
‘Yes… Cain,’ she whispered. My name sat so comfortably on her tongue. As though testing it against this moment.
Something primal came over me again. I kissed her once. I tasted her, let her tongue circle mine and suck the last of my sense from it. She took from me. I took from her. Lips, tongue – branding the skin around my jaw as though she needed to taste all of me.
Greedy little angel. My little angel.
Then I pulled away, just enough to breathe…
‘Good girl.’
The sudden vibration in my trousers wrenched me back into the now. I stepped back, bent to reach the waistband tangled around my knees, and fished out my phone – only to find a message from Vinnie asking where we—
Fuck!
I sucked in a breath, my back striking the wall behind me as her mouth took my dick all the goddamn way into her throat.
As if electrocuted, my entire body locked up.
Rage flared in me – because of her disobedience. Because she dared.
I looked down at her. Those beautiful eyes staring up at me like she knew exactly what she had done – and held no remorse.
Dark spots filled my vision.
‘What…’ I faltered when her tongue swept over the swollen tip of me. ‘What the fuck did I just say?’
Yeah, that sounded more like begging than reprimand.
In response, the little vixen cupped me with one hand, and my mouth dropped open as my head fell back against the tiles.
Maybe… a punishment for later…
Because right now… Jesus Christ… that tongue of hers was killing me.
I let her.
I let this angel bring me to my fucking knees without ever leaving hers.
I let her take mouthfuls of me – greedy, filthy, goddamn perfect – and then watched her reach down between her legs where she crouched.
‘That’s it…’ I whispered, the words dragging from the unholiest part of me, my balls constricting with pressure.
Her brows drew together in pleasure as she stifled a moan – her throat tightening around me, the sound trembling over my dick.
‘Put a finger in…’ I murmured, barely breathing. ‘Two…’
She hummed again – Christ, that sound – and I saw her arm flex as she obeyed, sliding her hand lower.
I was going to come again.
That hadn’t happened for a fucking decade – one climax after another.
‘Fuck yourself while you suck me,’ I managed, each word shattered by the rhythm of her mouth.
Air came out of me in broken waves, the syllables barely forming as she took me in and pulled out, those perfect lips glistening, her cheeks burning with effort.
And when my knees almost gave in, I entwined my fingers into that platinum silk – and began to fuck her mouth myself.
She took it.
Damn it, she fucking did.
All of it.
My woman. My fucking undoing.
I saw the exact moment he shattered. Those eyes held me. Eyes that were usually so in control – but not now.
And I knew I’d done it. I’d unravelled him without a flogger, or a safe word – just my mouth, my want, my will.
His jaw clenched, breath stuttering. That brutal body of his shook above me as my lips sealed tighter around the thick base of him. He gripped my hair, and for a beat I worried he might really stop me.
He didn’t.
When his hips snapped forward with rough, desperate thrusts, it was proof – I’d pulled his monster down.
And held him there.
A raw, strangled moan broke from him. The second I felt him swell, his cock pulsing on my tongue, I closed my eyes and took him harder.
He shot into me. Hot. Salty. Male.
Mine.
My man. My monster. My broken thing that bruised so beautifully with every touch.
I hollowed my cheeks, swallowed around him, feeling the last jerks of release throb through his length. His hand tightened in my hair as if he’d collapse otherwise.
I stayed right there, still, and with my mouth full, until I felt the tension bleed from his frame. Until he breathed again.
Then I pulled back slowly, letting his cock fall from my lips with a wet sound that made him groan like I’d hurt him.
I looked up. Swallowed slow, revelling in the way his eyes traced the workings of my throat. Then I licked my lips and moaned.
His eyes were on me – wild, dazed, reverent, enraged.
And for once, he didn’t try to hide it.
Surging forward, he spun me around. Then pinned me chest-first against the warm wall.
One hand braced my hip. The other slipped between my legs, rough fingers sliding through my slickness, then thrusting deep and relentless.
I cried out, but his palm closed over my mouth a breath before the sound could make it out.
Then his teeth sank into my shoulder. Hard.
The bite tore another broken sound from me, pleasure detonating anew.
My knees buckled, but he held me steady, whispering something against my skin. I couldn’t make out half of it – curses, promises, prayers.
Groans and gasps tangled with breath, forming a disjointed web of pleasure and punishment that bound us together, too tightly to break free.
And it didn’t take long for me to shatter again.
He held me through it – anchored me to the wall, trapped me within him – to this violent redemption.
The sting of his teeth pushed me past the edge until I broke. Until I begged.
I begged. Over and over – for him to stop. For him to keep going. I begged because it was the only thing I had left in me.
His grip eased – just enough – but he never let go.
We stood like that, bodies pressed, breaths stolen from each other like two secrets drowned in desperation and lust.
Seconds passed. Or hours. I didn’t know any more.
His fingers brushed my mouth again. I opened for him, letting the taste of myself linger as I sucked the remnants from them.
His tongue tangled in, licking the last of it straight off my lips until his hand fell lower to clasp my jaw and his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that wasn’t lust. Or possession.
It was an exhale.
A soft letting-go of everything.
And he kissed on. Branded me.