When she puts her hands on her hips, pushing up those breasts that I want covered in my cum and her blood, I curl my fingers into fists. I spot the goosebumps on her bare arms and shoulders. Her pulse hammers just under her skin. She’s pure provocation, and I need her to hate me. “I do know. I’m not like the weak ass men you’ve fucked before. I don’t do pretty. I like pain, and a willing woman who’s ready to be hurt when I fuck her.” I don’t add that I like the woman to be gagged and bound, chained to my bed, that I want to watch a woman bleed while she begs me to stop.
Her eyes widen, and her mouth drops open. She takes a step back, away from me. It should make me happy. Happy thatI’ve thrown her off, pushed her to see the monster inside me, outraged her down to her sexy painted toes, but I’m not happy. I’m not happy that I let Jace’s words sneak up on me and remind me of my loyalty to him, tenuous though it is at times.
The sick part of me was hoping she would say yes. That she would challenge me, lift her sexy chin, and say she was down to let me offer her pain and pleasure.
I want to honor all Jace has done for me and mine, but if she had insisted, I wouldn’t have abided by the boundaries of friendship.
But she’s been warned. Hopefully, that will dissuade her from offering me her pussy again. Because next time, I’m going to take it. “I don’t fuck little girls. I fuck women.”
The color drains out of her face.
“Go back to your castle. Find someone else to fuck because I’m no prince. I’m the monster you should be afraid of.” This time, when I climb aboard my bike, there is no anticipation. This time, there is only resignation.
Easingthe powerful machine to a stop, I pull off the side of the road just outside my cabin. In my effort to get as far away from the image of Camryn Park standing on the empty sidewalk, with sad eyes, I drove like a lunatic, recklessly gunning my bike, darting in and out of traffic, testing my mortality.
I climb off my bike and shake out the tension in my shoulders and arms. My fingers are cramped from how hard I was holding the handlebars. I can’t get the image of her face out of my mind. The devastation. The confusion. The embarrassment.
Absently, I touch the seat where her pussy and ass rested earlier. I crouch down and smell the seat. Fuck.
I can smell her pussy.
I inhale, basking in the earthy scent. The scent that if her brother hadn’t texted me, could now be covering my dick, coating my tongue.
Compulsion takes over, and I rub my lips over the spot, coating my stubbled chin in the fragrance. I lick the seat, sampling the delicious residue. My back teeth meet as I grind the enamel.
Helpless, I unzip my jeans and take out my cock, squeezing it to the point of pain so that my piercings dig into my palm, indulging in the pressure and the deprivation of blood. The agony makes me lightheaded. Like the maniac I am, I rest my head on the seat, rubbing the leaking tip on the leather. Trails of pre-cum stain the seat, covering her smeared arousal, combining both of us.
I jerk my hips, desperate to fuck, but I put my cock back in my pants. I want Camryn’s warm pussy. I want my cum dripping down her leg.
Dammit. It’s a tease.
It’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
Chapter 22
March
“Go back to your castle. Find someone else to fuck because I’m no prince. I’m the monster you should be afraid of.”
“Earth to, Camryn.”
Blinking away Stone’s parting words from a few months ago, I refocus on my best friend, Kingsley. “Sorry, what?”
“Your mind is a million miles away.” King peers at me before crossing her arms. “What were you thinking about?”
Sex. Sex that I won’t be having with the broody, hot asshole who rejected me.“Nothing.”
“So ‘nothing’ makes you blush and your nips perky?”
Gasping, I cover my chest and splutter out a laugh. “King!”
“What? I’ve known you since we were nine years old. Our periods are in sync. I’ve smelled your gas. I’ve helped clean up your drunken vomit. So yeah, I know when you’re horny.”
“I’m not horny.”
Her lips tilt up, and she scoffs. “Yeah, okay. Well, you’re something.” She ticks off her fingers. “You’re more moody. I’ve heard your vibrator buzzing a lot. Like a lot, a lot.”
“Are you listening through the wall? That’s weird, King.” I try to hide my guilty expression.
