Page 52 of Wicked Nightmare

Her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Oh, absolutely. Nothing sexier than watching you struggle to stand up straight, babe."

I rolled my eyes, urging my body to move forward as the room swam in circles. "Just wait 'til I get my hands on you. I'll show you struggle."

My legs were uncooperative as I stumbled towards the living room, my body humming with excess energy I needed to burn off. Turning around, I slowly lifted my shirt, relishing in the way her eyes devoured every inch of my skin. Throwing it to the side, I tried to do the lean on the wall thing I’d seen online and almost slipped and fell on my ass. Righting myself, I looked at her and winked.

"You gonna just stand there and stare?" Lakey giggled. "Or are you gonna fuck me senseless like you promised?"

My throat released a feral noise. My good little girl. "Oh, I'm gonna do a hell of a lot more than that, baby girl. By the time I'm done with you, you won't remember your own name."

Reaching down, my fingers curled around her wrist. I pulled and she slid across the floor like a slug. Grabbing her other wrist, she stifled a giggle. With a gentle but firm tug, I pulled her to her feet. Brat. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, everything we'd been through reflected back at me. The foster homes, the violence, the blood, it was all there, binding us together in a way no one else could understand.

"You good?" I said, my thumb tracing circles on her skin.

Lakey's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Just waiting for that punishment you promised. You?"

“Oh, I'm just gettin' started."

Without breaking eye contact, I reached down and grabbed one of her tits, palming it roughly. Her gaze raked over my chest, her fingers twitching at her sides like she was itching to touch me.

"God, baby, you’re so sexy." I teased her nipples, flexing my abs for her eye candy.

She traced the map of scars across my torso, lingering on the ugliest ones before stopping on the tattoo of her name across my chest.

"You know… we should cover your body in ink. Every. Single. Inch. I’ll do them all myself. Maybe a big nude of me down your thigh."

My body tensed at her words, to the hunger in her eyes. She was my undoing. I gripped the front of her shirt, the fabric bunching in my fists. With a savage grin, I tore it clean off her body, the sound of ripping cloth filling the air. The tattered remains fluttered to the floor, forgotten.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I breathed, drinking in the sight of her. Her flat stomach that flared toward her hips, her slender legs. Those cute little toes of hers. “All of you. Perfect and all mine.”

"And you're mine," she whispered, her fingers tracing the contours of my abs. Her touch was feather-light, but it set my skin on fire.

I sucked in a sharp breath as a jolt hit my cock, the love in her touch sending me into a frenzy. "Damn straight, I am.”

Her fingertips danced across my scars, lingering on the one just above my hip. "Remember this one?" she asked, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

I chuckled. "How could I forget? That asshole never saw you coming."

"No one ever does," she pressed closer.

My hands found her hips, gripping tight enough to bruise. "You drive me fuckin' crazy, you know that?" I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear.

She shivered, her nails digging into my skin. "That's the idea, babe. Wouldn't want you getting bored, now, would we?"

I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her flush against me. Our bodies fit together like we were made for this. Her tiny stature compared to my hulking one. The psychotic little vixen and her monstrous shadow. The softness of her skin against my rough edges, the way her curves molded to my hardness - it was perfect in the most twisted way.

"Bored?" I growled, almost offended at her suggestion. "With you? Never."

"Prove it, big guy."

We stumbled across the apartment, nearly tripping over the random bottles I'd forgotten to clean last night. The urgency between us was electric, pushing us into another plane. My hands roamed her body, greedy and possessive.

We crashed into the wall, and I pinned her there, my arms caging her in. The need pulsing through me was primal, raw. It went beyond words, beyond reason. It was just us, in this moment, two fiends finding solace in each other's darkness.

"Fuck, Lakes," my lips attacked her neck. "You're gonna be the death of me."

"Oh, Cam. Don't you know? I already am."

My hands explored every inch of her body, stopping and lingering in the spots that would drive her nuts. I was rewarded by a groan as she thrust her hips toward me. Her touch was a paradox, soft and demanding all at once. One moment, her fingers were gentle, almost reverent as they traced my jawline. The next, she was yanking my hair, pulling me down for a bruising kiss.