Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
She stares at me, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and breathing heavy. Her fingers squeeze the back of my neck, nails leaving crescent shaped indents in my skin.
“I trust you,” she says breathlessly. Blue eyes glitter with something I haven’t seen in years, and it knocks the breath from my lungs.
The words almost undo me. Trust. She gives it to me like it doesn’t cost her anything, like it didn’t take years of surviving pain and anger to drag her back into my life. My jaw clenches.
“Careful,” I warn her quietly. “I don’t know how to hold that gently.”
But I’ll hold it anyway.
Her chin lifts, her own twisted little grin pulling at the corners of her beautiful lips.
“Hold it however you want,” she says breathlessly. “Just don’t let it go.”
Her permission is gasoline on a fire that’s already raging out of control. Something inside me gives up pretending to be civilized. My hand fists in her hair, tilting her head back just enough to make sure she’s looking at me–that she understands exactly who she’s handing herself over to.
“Then you don’t get to change your mind,” I tell her, voice rough, almost swallowed by the thunder that rolls in closer. “You don’t get to wake up tomorrow and pretend you didn’t say it.”
“I won’t.”
Lightning fractures the sky behind her, painting her in a flash of white. My lips slam back to hers.
Mine.
I’m not kissing her. I’m claiming. Not soft, not patient, no room left for escape routes and pretty lies. My mouth takes her with a certainty that could end a war. She makes a breathless sound, fingers digging harder into my neck, and it snaps the final thread holding me back.
Rain lashes across the balcony, the wind whipping through her hair around us in a fiery tornado. The world could fall off the edge right now and I wouldn’t notice. All I see is her.
When I break this kiss, it’s only because breathing is necessary. I keep my lips close enough so she can feel the promise, my forehead pressing to hers.
“You chose this.” My hand leaves her hair, sliding to the side of her face. My thumb drags along her jaw, slow, reverent, ruined. “And I don’t give back what’s mine.”
Lightning flashes behind her, a familiar, dangerous smile ghosts across her lips. The kind that says she might be just as bad as I am.
“I know.”
The acceptance in her eyes, mixed with a hint of a dare, splits me open. She knows what I am. She sees the monster, and chooses him anyway. Chooses me.
That’s it. I’m gone.
I should be scared, but I’m not. I unlocked the door, and he kicked it down.
One moment there’s a sliver of space between us, the next there’s only Karson.
He fists my hair with both hands, his lips claiming mine once again.
I catch his bottom lip with my teeth, hard, dragging them across the sensitive flesh until it breaks free.
I’m letting the storm ruin me.
A feral groan vibrates in his throat, sending electric shocks straight to my core.
Large, powerful hands slide down my back, down to my thighs and he grips them firmly.
With one iron arm wrapped around my waist, he lifts me off the ledge while the other makes quick work of removing his sweatpants from my legs.
Our heavy breaths mix together, a symphony of desperation.
He tosses the sweatpants haphazardly to the side and my ass meets the cold concrete.
My hands slide down his muscular arms, gripping his biceps and I let out a gasp when he tugs me forward so that my ass teeters on the ledge.
With his free hand, he undoes his jeans and shoves them down to his ankles.
“Trust me,” he growls, and I nod furiously. Desperate for what I know is coming. My pussy clenches at thin air, needing him, my thighs slick with arousal.
He steps back into me, plunging his long, thick cock deep inside of me. Throwing my head back, I moan in harmony with a crack of thunder. Lighting streaks across the sky, and his hand finds my throat.
His pierced cock slides in and out of me at a punishing pace.
The piercings dragging along my inner walls making me feral with need.
More. I need more of him. Bringing my eyes back to his, his storm cloud eyes glitter with a need that matches my own.
His grip tightens slightly, but not cutting off my air, then he slowly tips me backwards.
My back digs into the railing, but I don’t care.
An arm still around my waist, he braces me as he tips me back further.
Rain patters against my face, his cock slamming into me at a delicious tempo.
A violent crack of thunder shakes the building as the saint's cross drags across my g-spot, and I’m gone.
“Oh fuck, Karson,” I cry out, gripping his wrist at my throat.
Not caring that I’m literally dangling on the edge, but to feel him.
To feel the control, the possessiveness, the danger and the safety in his hold.
His grips tightens around my waist as he continues fucking me like as if he’ll never have the chance again.
“There you are,” he growls, picking up the pace. Harder, faster, more desperate.
My thighs tremble, locking tightly around his waist and my pussy pulses around his length.
“That’s it, doll. Fall.”
Lightning rips the sky open, thunder vibrates my entire body, the rain comes down harder soaking into my hair, and I do just that.
I fall, I let go. My orgasm is violent. I scream his name toward the sky as he continues, chasing every last drop of my surrender.
With one final thrust, he spills himself inside of me, his cock twitching with his release.
I clamp down around him, savoring the sensation.
He brings me back over the edge, lips crushing mine when I’m fully upright, his cock still buried deep inside of me. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily. He grins against my mouth and speaks against my lips.
“I’m not done with you yet, terror.” His tone is menacing, and I crave it.
Ruin me.
Wreck me.
He lifts me from the ledge, and carries me back into the penthouse. We barely make it over the threshold before he lowers me to the floor, and flips me over onto my stomach. My ass lifts into the air, and he plunges into me once more.
He claims me again and again, not letting up, and I lose myself in him. Skin slapping echoes off the walls mixed with our heavy breaths, and my uncontrollable moans. Karson’s control snaps again, his needy groans against my back wake up something insatiable inside of me.
“Let go,” he growls. His teeth dig into my shoulder and I do just that.
I let go. I give in. I give him all of me.
He cums inside of me again, and falls on top of my back. He peppers kisses along his teeth marks on my skin, and I tremble under him, completely spent.
Sliding out of me, he rolls me onto my back spreading my thighs wide before settling between them.
He shoves my shirt up to my chin, my breasts bouncing as they fall out of my bra.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps, nipples pebbling under his intense gaze.
Taking one between his fingers, he rolls and pinches, causing my back to arch against the floor.
My head lolls to the side as another moan escapes me and he lets out a dark chuckle.
“You’re everything, terror.”
With that, he lowers himself between my legs. He devours my pussy that’s soaked with our arousal. His tongue enters me, the shock lifting my shoulders from the floor. My hands find the back of his neck, fisting in his hair, spurring him on.
His hot, wet tongue swirls inside of me, and I explode in his mouth.
He takes every last drop of me, then crawls up my body.
He grips my cheeks and I open my mouth willingly this time.
Lowering his lips to mine, he opens his mouth.
The tangy, metallic taste of both of our arousal and his saliva lands on my tongue.
I moan. Hooking two fingers under my chin, he closes my mouth, and I swallow like a greedy whore.
“Show me,” he growls.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He groans in appreciation.
“Good girl.” He taps the side of my cheek before he stands and pulls me off the floor. I sway, unsteady on my feet.
“Let’s go clean up.” He presses a kiss into my hair and lifts me off my feet, then carries me into the bathroom, caring for me in a way a man as violent as Karson shouldn’t be able to.