“Fine, please, okay, Wyatt!” I pleaded. His hand stopped moving, and I let out a breath, trying to hold still and not add any more stimulation. “She used to be my best friend in high school until she betrayed me and fucked my boyfriend. She was who he cheated on me with…and when I saw her sitting on you and looking so cozy and content, I just…I lost it.”
He froze behind me, but I kept going. “This won’t, no—can’t, be more, Wyatt. I’m sure one day you’ll find some amazing woman to love you and have babies with, the whole dream. But itcan’tbe her. For now…right now, you’re mine.”
Wyatt’s hand started slowly moving up and fully around my throat, not squeezing, but resting there around my air supply. “And what about what I want? What if I want more?” he whispered against my ear.
I shivered at the tone of his voice—possessive and all-consuming. “It can’t be. I’m not good for you, Wyatt.”
He chuckled, but it was anything but comical. “You sound so cliché, Ember, and I’m done hearing you speak right now.”
His hand squeezed around my throat, and I welcomed it. The ability to turn the rest off and just feel this mix of pleasure and pain with him. Small black dots began forming around the edges of my vision, and I felt myself smile and my eyes flutter closed. Everything went dark for a fraction of a second, and then I was off the dildo, my back against the cold wood floor, and air returning to my lungs.
He kissed along my hip bone and up my rib cage. His mouth covered my nipple, his tongue running over the metal jewelry I had there, only to pull away to do the same to the other. “I love that we match.”
I felt myself smile, my eyes still half lidded as I peered down at him. His hand caressed down my thigh until his hand went underneath it, lifting it up to his shoulder.
“I’ve thought about this moment so many times since that first night in the woods, Ember. I thought about what positions we would be in, what I would say, where we would be, but you know the one thing that never changed?” he asked quietly, and I shook my head. “This part right here.”
He slid inside of me, his cock slamming to the hilt as we both moaned.
“Look at me, Ember.”
I forced my eyes open and looked up at him. His fingers dug into my thigh while the other hand pushed my arms above my head, pinning them there as he drove himself home—his cock settling in a slow and rough pace.
“Wyatt,” I whimpered as I grew closer and closer to the breaking point.
“That’s right, little flame, say my name.”
Clenching around him, I couldn’t help but listen, his name tumbling from my lips like a chant, a prayer.
“Ember, my perfect girl, let me feel you come on my cock. Show me how much you want this,” he mumbled into my neck as his head fell down to my shoulder. His grip tightened on my thigh as his pace picked up and he angled his hips just right as he hit that perfect spot over and over again.
Releasing my hands, his fingers came back down to grip my chin as he sat up enough to look into my eyes.
“Come for me, Ember, now,” he growled, and I did. Gasping as I clenched around him, our gazes clashing as we both hit that perfect point together. He released my thigh, both of his hands sliding into my hair, and my own coming to his forearms as his lips met my own.
I’d been kissed before, but never like this.
Wyatt Drew Carragan didn’t just kiss; he consumed entirely, leaving no room for any other thoughts. My lips parted for him, our tongues tangling together in perfect harmony. When he pulled away, it was breathless, eyes wide as his chest heaved, and I said nothing because what was there to say?
This changed nothing.
29
A DOG WITH A BONE
Ember
Stretching out,the first thing I noticed was the warm embrace radiating from behind me. My entire body tensed up, only for the memories of last night to come rushing back in a huge pile of delirium.
From the vivid memory of me taking a bat to his bike, him confidently telling me he didn’t wish to see other people, me telling him to bite me, only for him to zip tie my hands and fuck my throat in the middle of my living room floor. The rest of the night was spent with the required aftercare—his words, not my own.
He’d helped me clean up, completely ignoring me when I told him I could easily do all of this myself. He refused to listen, and I was enjoying myself too much to stop him two minutes into it.
I wasn’t sure where my feelings lay, but I knew I couldn’tpursue this. Not in the way he seemed more than eager to. Forcing out a deep breath, it was time to face the day and all it held. Including the drop-dead gorgeous man behind me.
Slowly and gently rolling over, trying my utmost not to wake him yet, I looked up at the sleeping face beside me. His arm thrown over my waist, his lips just barely parted, the lightest of stubble covered his jaw line, dark eyelashes fanned out in a perfect arch across his cheeks, and I had to fight the urge not to kiss him.
He appeared so young like this, so unassuming—as if he couldn’t ever cause as much insanity and trouble as he had been in my life lately. Not that I was one to talk right now when it came to the path of destruction and insanity.
