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“You left,” she says on a breathy whisper, her eyes raking over my naked chest then dipping lower as I take off my jeans and kick them aside.
“I was pissed,” I say growing angry all over again at the thought of Nine touching her.
Frankie doesn’t react to my anger. Instead, she smiles and bites her bottom lip.
There’s no way this was a show meant for me to walk in on. I parked my bike at Zelda’s then walked back through the field. She couldn’t have heard me coming, and there was no faking an orgasm like that.
“Why?” she asks.
Because I’m stupid. Because I’m losing sight of what’s important. Because I can’t make decisions or think of anything else when you’re walking around in that little black bikini that barely fits you. When someone else’s hands are on you. Hands that ain’t mine. When I’d take a bullet if it meant I could be inside you shortly after.
The same little black bikini Nine couldn’t take his eyes off earlier is now pushed up over her tits, her nipples hard.
When she came with my name on her lips, I had to hold on to the fucking doorway for support. It was fucking beautiful.
She is fucking beautiful.
I want her. I’ve wanted her since the second I saw her face for the first time. But now, coming with my name screamed from her lips, I know she wants me. I’m not waiting. Not anymore. Fuck the consequences; I can’t focus on anything else. Fuck everything and everyone.
Nothing is coming between us now except for Frankie, who WILL be coming.
Over and over a
gain.
Frankie
Smoke’s eyes are so heavily hooded with lust they’re reduced to slits with his dark gleaming orbs shining underneath.
He places a knee on the bed and then the other, spreading my knees to the mattress as wide as they will go and covering my body with his, positioning himself between my legs. He pushes down his black boxer briefs over his perfectly rounded ass cheeks. They look like something from a sculpture. Tattoos cover his legs and continue all the way up to his neck but his ass is surprisingly tattoo free.
His cock is enormous. I’ve felt it against me, but I’d yet to see it. It’s not just long enough to reach his belly button, but it’s much thicker than I imagined. The tip glistening with need.
I blush. Heat rising in my neck and face as he places his hands on both sides of my head. I lift my hips again, and when my clit brushes up against his hardness covered in softer than soft skin, we both moan.
I was pretending to want him before. That my reaction to him was just nature. Biology. It was the biggest lie I’ve ever told even if it was only to myself. Because this thing between us, this electrical charge that sparks every time we’re in the same room, there isn’t anything usual about it.
There sure as shit isn’t anything natural about it either.
I want Smoke. There’s no denying it. Not when it’s him I imagined touching me when I came. Not when I can’t fucking breathe. Not when he possesses the ability to hurt me as badly as he did.
Not when I possess that same power.
If Smoke was holding back from me before, he isn’t anymore.
The look in his eyes is downright wicked. His biceps and shoulders flex as he holds his arms on both sides of me, bracing himself, hovering just above me.
He’s watching me as he swipes his thumb over my lip. I close my eyes and lean into his touch. He growls deep within his throat, then covers my lips and my body with his.
Smoke doesn’t bother uncuffing me. There isn’t time. The need between us sizzles in the air. Igniting the friction between us like a flint causing a spark. His kiss is hard and brutal, and I return it with all that I have. Our tongues aren’t dancing. They’re fighting a battle both of us know we are destined to lose yet neither of us will be the first to give up the fight.
His hand travels down between my legs while his tongue strokes mine, he circles my already sensitive clit over and over again, bringing me right back to the brink then stopping. He does this again and again while never taking his lips from mine. I’m dizzy. My heart’s slamming in my chest. My stomach is so tight it’s about to burst at any moment.
Our kiss is passionately chaotic. “Please,” I beg against his mouth between kisses and nips. I’m terrified and anxious but above all else is the pulsing need to have him inside of me.
His lips move to my neck, and he sucks and licks the skin behind my ear. I feel it everywhere. Wetness has pooled between my legs. The sheets underneath me are soaked. “I think you need to be taught a lesson,” Smoke growls. “When I said you were mine, I meant it.”
“Yes. Please,” I beg again as he goes lower and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I cry out, loudly, not caring who hears or what happens. “I need to. I need to…” I trail off, not remembering anything I was saying when one long finger enters me, stroking my inner wall. I’m shaking. Trembling. I’m on the verge of full on convulsing when he stops.
“When you come again, it will be wrapped around my cock and when I say so. You may think you have some control here, hellion. But you don’t.”
I buck my hips in response, both in frustration and retaliation.
He chuckles against my skin. “That’s it, hellion. Fight me. Just be warned,” he grips my hips so tightly I see stars. “I fight back.”
He releases my hips and rocks against me, rubbing his shaft over my clit again and again until I’m seeing stars. It’s pure fucking amazing torture. A pleasurable agony.
I look down between us at his massive erection and a thought occurs to me.
“You’re going to break me,” I say, against his lips, feeling a sudden shock of panic take hold.
He smirks. “Yes, I am.”
Smoke kisses me again. It’s deeper, more frantic this time. Our tongues start the tortuous dance once more when his shaft leaves my clit long enough to line himself up with my entrance. He lifts my hips up off the mattress.
“I’ve never—” I begin to say.
“I know. That’s about to change.” Smoke surges into me with a strangled roar. His face tight. His neck chorded.
I grimace. The pain is like breaking glass and scratching. I’m breaking from the inside out. I’m being split in half.
“It’s only fair that I break you,” Smoke groans, seating himself fully inside me. He looks me in the eyes. “Since you’ve already broken me.”
He reaches between us and rubs my clit while he thrusts into me again, ignoring my cries of pain until they slowly turn into cries of pleasure. He moves his lips from my neck to my ear back to my lips and down to my nipple. He uses his hands to guide my hips up to meet his thrusts allowing him to go deeper each time until I’m so full of Smoke he’s all I can feel. All I can see. All I can smell. All I can think about.
I don’t know if it’s the room shaking or me when the eruption begins low within my stomach, spreading like fallout from a nuclear bomb. I’m screaming and crying, clawing at his back, tearing his skin.
This only urges him to thrust harder. Faster.
I want to hurt him. Mark him. I want his flesh under my nails and blood running down his back. I need to scar him. Remind him of me and this and us for as long as he lives.
Nothing outside the sound of the slapping of his skin against mine or the way he moans my name matters. Not now. Not while his lips are on my skin and he’s deep inside my body.
The orgasm is so hard and rough and painful that I’m crying. Genuine tears are rolling down my face as Smoke’s pace quickens and he slams into me. The thickening of his cock inside me causes another wave of pleasure crashing into this one like two hurricanes meeting in the ocean.
“Smoke!” I cry out.
“God damn this fucking tight pussy of yours,” Smoke rasps
