She laughs. “I think you made him pay enough.”
I shake my head. “Nothing is enough for laying his hands on you.”
“Not even dying?” She tilts her head.
I pull her against my chest. “No,” I whisper into her hair, voice low and jagged. “They should feel the weight of what they did. Your father, the biker, anyone who’s ever touched you, they should all pay.”
She shakes her head against my chest. “You’ve already done enough. Don’t let this night turn you into someone you’re not.”
I stiffen. “Iamviolence. I am a monster.”
“But you’remymonster,” she counters, voice soft, but firm. “And I’m not scared of that. Not of you.”
Her words sink in, slow and heavy. I lower my head, pressing my lips to the crown of her hair. I feel the tension leave her in slow waves, feel the warmth and weight of her trust anchoring me to something solid in a world that’s been burning at the edges.
“I’ll never hurt you,” I whisper. “I swear it. Not ever. I’ll be gentler in bed, not so rough,” I vow. I will treasure her from now on. Make love to her softly.
She pulls away from me, a wrinkle between her eyes. “Excuse me,” she says. “Do I have a say in how I want to have sex?”
“Of course?—”
She holds up her hand, interrupting me. “I love what we do in bed together. Don’t you dare go soft on me.” She scoots away and sits on her knees, her hand trails up my thigh. “I want your cock hard and thick, not soft.” A wicked smile plays on her lips and I’m immediately hard.
“Liza,” I say, grabbing her hand. “You’ve had a terrible night. You should rest.”
She licks her lips and looks at my crouch. “I don’t want to rest. I want to play with your cock.”
I groan as she leans over and places a chaste kiss on the fly of my pants. My cock strains against my zipper. It definitely wants to come out and play.
Liza turns her back to me and undoes the tie of the dress. The tattered garment slides off her body. She’s not wearing any underwear.
I reach for her, pulling her against my chest again. “Tease,” I growl, pinching her nipple.
She whimpers, her nails digging into my thighs. Her eyes are dark with hunger. “It’s not teasing if I’m serious about wanting your cock.” She strokes the front of my pants. “And I do. I want it deep inside me.
That’s all the permission I need. My hand slides up her thigh, I find the damp heat of her pussy. She’s soaked. Always so fucking ready for me. “I’m happy to oblige,” I murmur, pressing my mouth to the side of her neck. “You’re dripping, baby. Already begging for my cock before I’ve even touched you properly.”
She moans when I bend her over my legs, her pert ass exposed, round, perfect, just begging for my handprint. I don’t make her wait.
My palm cracks against her flesh, the sound echoing through the bedroom, and she gasps, her pussy clenching around my fingers. “Fuck, yes,” she hisses, pushing back against me. “Do it again.”
I spank her harder this time, watching the way her skin flushes pink under my touch. I pull my hand out from her drenched pussy and find her tit, squeezing roughly before I drag my thumb over her nipple, tracing her own juices around it.
I turn her over on her back and twist the stiff peak between my fingers, relishing the way she arches into the pain, her breath hitching. I fucking love her tits. Love the way they bounce when I ram myself hard inside her. “You like this, don’t you?” I taunt, my voice rough. “Like it when I make you hurt just a little. When I remind you who owns this pretty pussy.” I tap her cunt and plunge my fingers inside.
“Yours,” she pants. “It’s yours, Danyl. Now fuck me already.”
“Not yet.” I place her on the bed and drop to my knees, so I can lean over her. The scent of her core, sweet, musky, intoxicating, hits me like a punch to the gut.
I don’t waste time. My tongue drags through her folds, lapping at her juices, and she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair. I grip her ass, spreading her open so I can fuck her with my mouth, my tongue spearing into her tight little hole while my thumb circles her clit.
“Danyl,” she keens. Her thighs tremble, her hips bucking against my face. I can feel her getting closer, her pussy fluttering around my tongue, but I pull back before she can come. She whines in frustration, but I silence her with a sharp smack to her ass.
“Not until I say so,” I growl, and lift her up, placing her hands on the headboard. “You come when I let you come, Liza. Understood?”
She nods, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted. “Yes, sir.”
Fuck, I love when she calls me that.
