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My entire weekend had been set on trying to make Samael break the rule. Fuck, I had already broken the ‘no fucking Chief Matthews’ son’ rule. Why couldn’t he break his?
And now that he had me bent over one of the mahogany tables in the basement after stripping me of my clothes and whipping his dick out, pounding into my ass like a fucking madman – he definitely had broken his own rule.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you fucking grinned at him when you saw the body. Is something wrong with you, Primrose?
Rich coming from you, Daemon. But K, he’s right.
I had no plans to answer them, as my knuckles turned white, my hands pulled together with his belt across my back in ever-loving abandon. Samael had one hand pressed between my shoulder blades, smashing me flush against the table, my cheek pressed against the cold, smooth finish. His other hand had found my dick, jerking me off with his animalistic thrusts.
Fuck, he was going to bruise my ass so good.
I cried out as he angled his hips up a little higher, reaching even more sensitive spots than before. I managed a mangled moan, feeling my release creep up on me. Samael roared behind me, his hand traveling upwards to my neck as he gripped and pulled me back against him.
A whimper escaped my lips as his fingers pressed in, my breath catching in my throat as he nestled into my neck, his rough kisses turning into nips and bites.
“Samael—I—”
“Killer, fuck, you squeeze my cock just right.”
My words garbled as he continued stroking me through my release. His thrusts slowed as he plunged into me, his fingers tightening around my neck, his teeth grazing my shoulder. He ripped at the flushed skin like a fucking animal as I felt his cum spurt inside me, filling me up. My body spasmed in his hold as I came a second time, darkness threatening to claim me.
He lapped at my neck as I melted into his hold, leaning my head back against his chest, sweat glistening on our skin, our chests rising and falling synchronously. “Don’t you ever fucking come down here again.”
I wiggled my ass against him, still conjoined, as his dick inched into my ass, pressing just a little farther against my bruised prostate. I groaned, Samael holding my full weight. “Why? Because this will happen?”
He grunted in response, pulling out from me, the loss of his warmth devastating. But in another moment, he spun me around and hoisted me onto the table, spreading my legs wide enough so that he could squeeze in between them.
My breath faltered as I stared into his eyes, his hand caressing my cheek. I nuzzled into it, unsure of the fleeting softness that he was offering me. He gripped my chin abrasively. “You don’t come here, do you understand?”
I nodded, wondering if Aeron and Slash had similar super-secret villain lairs that I’d be able to fuck them in.
“Fuck, Killer. I mean it.”
“Ok, ok. No more fucking in the secret lair.”
“The secret – this isn’t – that’s beside the point.”
He undid his belt, releasing my wrists. I hissed as the chilly air bit at the newly raw skin. Samael stepped back with concern, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and gathered him back in, his half-hard dick pressing against my thigh. “I won’t come down here again.”
I was covered in blood, dirt, and everything else as I took one of his hands in mine and lowered my head to place a kiss on his knuckles.
“Just stop fucking avoiding me.”
“I was giving you—”
“I know what the fuck you were giving me. And I don’t fucking want it. None of us do.”
He huffed, nestling his head back into my neck, and I took a moment to thread my fingers through his hair. We rarely had soft moments, these rough embraces taking over our logical minds. I guess I wanted this with him, too.
He pulled back, a small smirk on his face. “Now, upstairs.”
Daemon slipped through, trying to sound sweet. “I can’t stay and watch you clean up?”
“Fuck no, because next time, I won’t be fucking you on the table. I’ll be fucking you over that man’s dead body.”
I squealed and slid off the table, butt naked, frantically searching for my clothes. As much as I loved the edginess of our relationship, I wasn’t sure I was ready for that step. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be ready for that step.
Much to my dismay, in Samael’s animalistic haste, he had ruined my clothes. I wasn’t shy, but fuck if I was going to walk up the stairs and through his house ass naked. Sure, everyone here knew what we were doing. I had met them before in the mountains. But on the off chance that someone from the police station showed up? I’d be fucked. Because I knew them too. The difference was that they knew my father.
