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My tongue demands entry into her sweet mouth, and she has no choice but to give it to me.
A feral moan tears from my throat as soon as I’m granted entry. Fuck, she tastes like every fucking candy I’ve ever tasted. Sweet and addictive. Just like I always knew she was going to be long before I took her first kiss.
I grind my hips against her stomach, my hardening cock pressing painfully against the zipper. But I can’t stop. Not yet. Not until I’ve had my fill of her.
I don’t think Mia understands what she’s asked for, what she’s asked me to unleash on her, but I’m too far gone, and unless that single word falls from her pretty swollen lips, nothing is going to stop me from taking her the way I’ve craved since I first discovered the darker sides of sex.
At first it was a way to escape, to be another person for a little while. Always with a woman I didn’t have an attachment to, because after Mia disappeared, there was no one else for me. Just other people desperate to feel a connection to another and not feel ashamed of their desires.
The first time I stepped into a sex club, my eyes were opened to the possibilities, to a whole new world. But I never thought I’d have the chance to explore it with Mia.
I drag her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down. Hard. Until the coppery taste of blood touches my tongue and she lets out a noise somewhere between a moan and a sob, but her hands grip my hair, holding me against her like she’s desperate for the pain.
My aching cock feels like it’s about to pop straight through the zipper of my pants, and I’m worried if I don’t get it out soon that I might do some kind of irreversible damage.
I drag my lips from hers and stare down at her, her blonde hair spread around her like a fucking halo, her eyes wild as she stares up at me with nothing but trust and pure need. I don’t deserve her trust. But then I don’t deserve her either. And yet I’m going to hold on to both and run with them. Because Mia is mine. She always has been, and she always fucking will be.
Her lips are swollen from my rough treatment, and I long to shove my cock between them, to feel her mouth wrapped around me, to come all over her pretty face and leave it there as my mark on her.
Fuck.
I tear myself from her and force myself to the end of the bed, never breaking eye contact as I watch her take desperate, ragged breaths.
“Take your clothes off,” I command, turning away from her for long enough to dig my bag out of the bottom of the wardrobe.
I have no fucking idea what made me pick this up when I dropped past my apartment after killing assholes one and two. But I picked it up nonetheless, sticking it into the bottom of the closet and assuming I’d not need it. But suddenly I’m glad I had the forethought to bring it.
By the time I turn back to Mia, she’s unclipping her bra. Her tits fall free, and I barely swallow the groan that climbs up the back of my throat. Fuck, she’s perfect. Her pretty rosy pink nipples beg me to clamp them, and I make a note to myself to make that happen.
Her eyes are wide and uncertain as she watches me place the bag on the chair beside the bed, but she’s not afraid. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbles at the already-abused flesh, and I long to be the one sucking and biting at the soft pillow.
Soon.
I rummage through the bag and pick out what I need to begin before turning back to her as she slips out of her lacy panties.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
She catches me watching her and instinctively drops her hands to cover the scars that litter her stomach, but the look I give her seems to force her to drop them.
“You never need to hide from me, sugar. The next time I catch you covering those scars, you will not enjoy the consequences.”
She nods, her pupils blown wide with lust. She watches me as I approach the bed, taking my time to enjoy the way she roams my body. I may still be fully clothed, but that doesn’t stop her from eye fucking me.
A smirk tugs up the corners of my lips as I place the items I’m holding down on the bedside table and watch as she looks at each one with a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.
“Is there anything here that scares you?” I ask quietly. I may want to push her, but I never want a repeat of what happened earlier today. I don’t think I could handle watching her cry like that again, let alone when we’re in the middle of sex.
“No.” Mia shakes her head but doesn’t drag her eyes away from the things littering the bedside table. Her thighs press together subtly, but I don’t miss the move and immediately move toward her.
I dip my head until I’m at the same level as her and grip her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look at me. “You will be given your release when I see fit, Mia, and not a moment sooner. Understand?”
“Yes,” she whispers, but makes no move to separate her thighs.
“On your knees on the floor,” I command, and she wastes no time following my instructions.
She falls to her knees with such grace and determination before dropping her hands to her thighs, face up.
The sight of her in the submissive pose makes me ache, but it’s how flawlessly she executes it that makes my stomach churn.
