Pushing her away from me, keeping the distance that I so desperately need at this moment, while at the same time keeping a firm grasp on her arms, I look at her. “How fucked-up are you, right now?” I shouldn’t be surprised when she starts laughing, hysterically.
“Come on, Ro,” She leans into me, and I can feel her nipples rubbing against my chest, feel the heat of her pussy as it grinds against me. “You know you want to fuck me.” She bites her lip. Leaning into me again, rotating her hips in a circle grinding against my cock. “To hear to me as I moan out your name. Listen to me orgasming as you fill me with your cum.”
I only wish at this moment that I could keep my body from reacting. But all the things that she just said, have all been things I’ve been failing at keeping from circle around in my mind.
“I can feel how much you want me.” She laughs. “Tell me, how long would I need to sit right here. Doing this before I could feel you pulsating underneath me?” We both know that I would be full of shit if I tried to say it wouldn’t happen.
“You want me to fuck you?” I ask her, pulling her back closer to me, and she nods her head quickly, blinking her eyes, innocently.
“Please, daddy.” She giggles and licks her lips, smirking, rotating her hips again. My dick twitches in response. “You like it when I call you daddy?”
“It’s not my favorite.” I’m not technically lying, I’ve never been a fan of it before, but I’m not sure it would fucking matter what she called me.
“Just tell me what you want me to call you.” She pushes herself off of me and kneels down, looking up at me through her lashes. Reaching her hands up to my zipper. All I have to do is give in this second to make my day dreams into reality.
Grabbing her wrists, I stop her, and pull her back up to me. “What do you want?” I ask her and she looks up at me with a fearful look again.
“I want to make you cum.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Then what do I want?” She moves to straddle my lap again.
“You want me to let you stay fucked up out of your mind, and you think that if I claim you, that I’ll take care of you.”
“And won’t you?” She smirks at me before she rotates her hips on me again.
“Yeah… you’re right about that part.” She smiles before pressing her lips roughly against mine. I stand us up from the couch, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I move through the lounge, out the door, and up the stairs to my room. Pushing the door open, I walk over to the bed. “Hold on.” I whisper to her as I move over to the nightstand. She continues to kiss down my neck, trailing her hands up underneath my shirt, and I try to talk my dick down. Sliding the drawer closed again, I move back to her, and kiss her once again. She moans into my mouth before grinding her hips against me. I let myself have a few moments of this, maybe if I let myself scratch the itch a little it will be enough?
I wish I believed that.
Her eyes widen at the clicking as I tighten both sides. One cuff around her wrist and the other around the metal bed frame. “What the hell?” She shouts.
“I said you were right; I’m going to take care of you.” I couldn’t keep the shitty smirk off of my face if I fucking tried to.
“Let me go.” She grits her teeth at me as she says it.
Sighing, I look at her as I pull away, shaking my head. “You need to get clean.”
“I’m fine.” She shouts at me. She swings at me with her free hand, landing her fist on my face, but not hard enough to do any damage.
“You were willing to fuck the entire club to fuel your addiction.” She swallows. “Now tell me,” I glare at her, “who gave you a stash.”
“There are plenty of women who screw you guys for drugs. You think I didn’t see it the other night?” She says as she starts to pull her arm back to hit me again. I catch her before she lands it on me again, and pin it to the bed this time.
“Stop fucking fighting me.” I snap at her as she continues to thrash underneath me, lifting her knee, quickly. I reposition myself and pin her thighs to the bed with my shins. “Stop.” I snap at her loudly. Slowly, her body stops moving as she huffs underneath me. She finally stops completely, and I smirk at her. “See is that so hard? Now,tell me which one of my brothers gave you drugs.”
“No one.” She finally says, defeated.
“Goddamnit, just tell me.” I snap back at her, and her eyes become darker.
“Why? So, you can play big savior, and feel good about yourself. Spoiler alert Ronin, you’re a goddamn felon. A shitty person. A criminal.” I know that she’s saying it as a way to try to hurt me, to get underneath my skin, but she’s going to have to try a lot harder than that to hurt me.
I laugh out, her hand still pinned up over her head. Lowering my head, leaning over her, my chain sliding out from underneath my shirt, and dangling directly over her face. “You don’t think I know that? You don’t think I know the laws I’ve broken, the drugs I’ve done, the people I’ve killed?”
“Hello, pot.” She glares up at me. I have to make a gallant effort not to laugh at her statement.
“Exactly, if I’m telling you that you’re fucked up. Then you’re beyond fucked up.”
