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But I want so much more…
I’m so painfully aware of how much more.
My tummy flutters as he continues. “You thought I was gonna rock up here with bunch of flowers and knock on the door? You thought I was gonna call with advance warning so I could find you ready for me? That’s not how this game works.”
I stare right into his eyes. I want to hate this, how I feel about him, but I can’t.
I don’t know how I fell so deep so quickly. I don’t know why I’m so afraid of losing something I should never have even wanted in the first place.
“I didn’t think you were coming back,” I whisper.
“I was always coming back.”
I keep on rolling. “I thought something could’ve happened to you.”
“I left enough time to make the hunt feel fucking real, Abigail, that’s what happened to me.”
And it did feel real when he slammed me in my kitchen. My fear was all real.
It still is.
I feel nervous under him. Unsteady.
“Don’t disappear like that again. Not unless you mean it.”
“Point taken,” he says. “Are you done with fighting? Or do I have to tie you to the fucking bedposts?”
His hips grind against mine and my thighs loll wide. My body is his.
I suspect my soul might be too.
“That’s more like it,” he whispers as I uncoil underneath him.
I can feel how hard he is for this. His cock is tight against me through his jeans.
I want him too much to fight. Too much to hate the hold he has over me.
“Be my monster,” I breathe as he hitches hard against my pussy. “I want it all…”
“That’s just as fucking well,” he says. I groan as he thrusts between my legs, denim rough against my bare thighs. “Since you’re gonna fucking get it all.”
He rises enough to wrestle my cami off over my head. My tits feel so bare under the glow from outside. They rise and fall with my breath as he watches.
He takes one in his hand. “Bad girls have to earn their fucking pleasure, Abigail. They take what they’re fucking given. This is something you’ll have to learn the hard way.”
I hold in a groan as he squeezes tight. His fingers are brutal on tender skin, my eyes closed as he crushes my flesh.
I whimper. Squirm.
He squeezes tighter.
“Scare me,” I whisper. “Scare me enough to think I don’t want this.”
His eyes are so dark. “You’ll be scared, don’t fucking worry.”
I’m not prepared for his mouth to clamp around my nipple. I’m not ready for the pain as his teeth grip hard. His jaw is scratchy against my ribs, and I love it.
I fucking love it.
I moan as he pulls away, my teeth gritting as my nipple stretches. I love the way it burns as he lets go.
“They’re so fucking beautiful,” he grunts. “It’s such a shame I need to punish them.”
He sucks so hard on the other nipple I can’t keep still.
I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him tight. My feet hook around his legs and grip him close.
I watch his mouth in fascination as his tongue circles the bruise he just put on me. I’m in love with the shape of his mouth. The heat of his breath. The way his scalp feels under my fingers.
With him
With a stranger.
A monster.
A man who could be anyone. Have done anything.
I’ve never had love bites on my tits before. I’ve never felt the beautiful pain of a cruel mouth on tender flesh.
I’ve never been so afraid of someone’s mouth moving down my body.
Never gasped so loudly at having my knickers tugged down my thighs.
“I’ve been aching to taste your pretty fucking cunt for weeks,” he tells me, and I believe him.
I prop myself on my elbows so I can watch his inked fingers spread me open. He runs his tongue along my parted slit. His dark eyes are beautiful as he stares up at me.
I feel like a dirty whore as I roll my sore nipples between my fingers. I’m already too far gone for self-restraint as I roll my hips back for more.
“Suck me,” I whimper. “Please. Suck my clit.”
He hooks two fingers inside me.
“Beg for it.”
“Please.” My voice sounds pathetic. Desperate. “Please suck my clit. Please.”
His eyes flash with something truly terrifying as he pushes a third finger inside me. “Use my fucking name,” he growls.
Oh fuck.
I guess we’re done at playing strangers after all.
I burn up at the memory of grunting his name into my pillow at night. I’m so fucking embarrassed as I summon the words.
“Please, Leo. Please, suck my clit. Please suck me.”
His breath is torture. His fingers rough. “More. Louder.”
My voice sounds so loud in the room. “Leo, please. Please suck my clit. Please.”
“Louder. I want them to fucking hear you outside. I want them to hear you scream my fucking name.”
