“Oh fuck, Karson,” I cry out, gripping his wrist at my throat. Not caring that I’m literally dangling on the edge, but to feel him. To feel the control, the possessiveness, the danger and the safety in his hold. His grips tightens around my waist as he continues fucking me like as if he’ll never have the chance again.
“There you are,” he growls, picking up the pace. Harder, faster, more desperate.
My thighs tremble, locking tightly around his waist and my pussy pulses around his length.
“That’s it, doll. Fall.”
Lightning rips the sky open, thunder vibrates my entire body, the rain comes down harder soaking into my hair, and I do just that. I fall, I let go. My orgasm is violent. I scream his name toward the sky as he continues, chasing every last drop of my surrender. With one final thrust, he spills himself inside of me, his cock twitching with his release. I clamp down around him, savoring the sensation.
He brings me back over the edge, lips crushing mine when I’m fully upright, his cock still buried deep inside of me. I moan into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily. He grins against my mouth and speaks against my lips.
“I’m not done with you yet, terror.” His tone is menacing, and I crave it.
Ruin me.
Wreck me.
He lifts me from the ledge, and carries me back into the penthouse. We barely make it over the threshold before he lowers me to the floor, and flips me over onto my stomach. My ass lifts into the air, and he plunges into me once more.
He claims me again and again, not letting up, and I lose myself in him. Skin slapping echoes off the walls mixed with our heavy breaths, and my uncontrollable moans. Karson’s control snaps again, his needy groans against my back wake up something insatiable inside of me.
“Let go,” he growls. His teeth dig into my shoulder and I do just that.
I let go. I give in. I give him all of me.
He cums inside of me again, and falls on top of my back. He peppers kisses along his teeth marks on my skin, and I tremble under him, completely spent.
Sliding out of me, he rolls me onto my back spreading my thighs wide before settling between them. He shoves my shirt up to my chin, my breasts bouncing as they fall out of my bra. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, nipples pebbling under his intense gaze. Taking one between his fingers, he rolls and pinches, causing my back to arch against the floor. My head lolls to the side as another moan escapes me and he lets out a dark chuckle.
“You’re everything, terror.”
With that, he lowers himself between my legs. He devours my pussy that’s soaked with our arousal. His tongue enters me, the shock lifting my shoulders from the floor. My hands find the back of his neck, fisting in his hair, spurring him on.
His hot, wet tongue swirls inside of me, and I explode in his mouth. He takes every last drop of me, then crawls up my body. He grips my cheeks and I open my mouth willingly this time. Lowering his lips to mine, he opens his mouth. The tangy, metallic taste of both of our arousal and his saliva lands on my tongue. I moan. Hooking two fingers under my chin, he closes my mouth, and I swallow like a greedy whore.
“Show me,” he growls.
I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. He groans in appreciation.
“Good girl.” He taps the side of my cheek before he stands and pulls me off the floor. I sway, unsteady on my feet.
“Let’s go clean up.” He presses a kiss into my hair and lifts me off my feet, then carries me into the bathroom, caring for me in a way a man as violent as Karson shouldn’t be able to.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
She’s in my bed,tucked against my side with her hand flat against my chest, using one of my arms as a pillow. The other stays wrapped around her hip, needing to feel that she’s still right here. Like if I loosen my grip, she might disappear all over again. A flash of lightning bathes the room in a glow of white, allowing me to take in her peaceful face. She’s not sleeping, but her eyes are closed.Lullabyby Creed plays softly from her phone like it always does.
“You always pick this one,” I say softly, my fingers now drawing small circles on her hip.
She shifts on my arm to look up at me, and smiles softly.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her eyes falling to my chest. “Something about it is comforting.”
I watch her eyes get lost in something. Sadness. Adjusting myself on the pillow so I can see her better, I lift my free hand to her cheek. Stroking my thumb along her freckles, her gaze turns back to me.
“Tell me,” I urge softly.
Thinking for a minute, her eyes dart back and forth between mine, trying to decide if she’s ready to let the wall around her crumble a little more. She sighs, and settles back into my side.
