He pauses and turns me around until I face him. When he kisses my lips, I indulge and let myself get caught up in his seduction, before I push at his chest. The man is an expert at diverting me. “You want to know so badly, Countess? Why?”
“Because I want to know you.”I want to feel like this is more than just sex,I silently add.
He laughs cruelly, and I wonder why my statement makes him laugh. “You want to know me?”
“Yes.”
He leans against the wall. “You might regret it.”
“Tell me.”
“They rape women and children.”
“Oh, God.” I cover my mouth with my hand.
“That name means nothing here. God doesn’t favor men like them.” He pushes off the wall and walks back to his desk.
“But why not let the police handle it?”
One dark eyebrow lifts, “Sorry to burst your naive bubble, but they don’t care much when the criminals they’re supposed to get off the streets pad their pockets. Judges are on their payroll, and prison is a palace.”
“I’m not naive, Stone. I just want to understand.” His eyes narrow, and I can’t decipher what the look means. “Won’t people come looking for them?”
“No one is going to claim them.”
“But what about their families? Don’t they ask questions?”
“I don’t give a fuck about their families. And if they do have family, then they’re better off without those men in their vicinity.”
“But that’s?—”
“That’s what, Countess? Cruel? Callous?”
I lift my chin because I don’t know what to say. The line between right and wrong feels very blurry right now.
“Do you want me to beg for forgiveness?”
Do I? I don’t know how to answer, because from the look on his face, forgiveness is the last thing he would seek. He seems to feel no remorse.
“Having regrets about fucking me? About enjoying my cock when I’ve murdered men?”
I frown and cross my arms. Yes, he took lives, but what he described makes it hard to feel much sadness for those men.
“There’s still time to beg for forgiveness and pretend that my cum isn’t in your throat and dripping from your pussy as we speak. You can leave if you want. Go back home to your gallery and paint, and ignore the bad biker who lives next door.”
His crass words should deter me, disgust me, but make me hotter, more lubricated, ready for more. He trails his lips down my neck and bites the skin right above my pulse point. “It won’t hurt my feelings.” His fingers find their way between my legs, “But I have a feeling that you won’t.” His fingers slide up my slit. “Seems like you want more.” He lifts his head and raises a sharp black brow. I swallow, tasting the last bit of the cherry candy and his unique flavor.“Hmmm. Thought so.”
When he lays me down again, I open my legs, and when he slides that deliciously thick cock inside me, I let him. And when he fucks me, sucking and biting on my nipples and playing with my clit, I lift my hips. When he pushes my legs back to my chest, I moan and hold on to those thick forearms. When he tells me tolook down at his dick inside me, I look, watching the uncovered surface move in and out of me, shiny with my arousal, the metal of his piercings glinting in the firelight. When he tells me how pretty my pussy looks taking his cock I agree with him. When he adjusts my body and those same body adornments hit my G-spot, I call his name. When he kisses me again, and I taste the smoke on his breath and that cherry candy, I come screaming his name. When he groans above me, grunting, spilling his cum inside me, I don’t regret it.
Chapter 59
Pulling into the parking space at my gallery, I turn off Kingsley’s jeep. When I climbed on the back of his bike and we rode to where I had parked Kingsley’s jeep, I watched him pop the hood and lean inside. He reconnected different wires, held out his hands for the keys, and restarted the car. He told me to get in, and I did. He climbed back on his bike and rode ahead of me. The physical distance of the car was like the distance between the vehicles.
He distanced himself more and more fromme, not touching me in the last three hours. He disappeared for about 30 minutes right before I was to leave, and when he came out, he looked even more deadly.
It’s hard to fathom that less than 48 hours ago, I reversed out of this same parking lot, determined to confront Stone about the mural. Determined to figure out what the fuck he was doing, what we were doing.
Now, I’m back. Sitting in the same spot. My body is still tingling from the last time he fucked me in the kitchen.
