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I saw the madness in him almost from the start, but it was a familiar thing. An intelligent sort of insanity. Others didn’t trust him. Thought he had no self-control. I was willing to bet it was the complete opposite. He had all the control in the world, he just decided to let it go sometimes.
Was I willing to stake my life on it?
Rook darted forward, and I parried to the right, going around the kitchen island to put it between us, stepping carefully to avoid the tacky smears of fake blood on the floor.
He watched me with the eyes of a predator, still, and calm. Waiting for his opening.
I shook my head, laughing to myself. At the idiocy of tempting the devil.
But that was exactly what I was going to do.
From the first moment I saw him, I wanted him. He was the forbidden fruit and I was fuckingstarving.
“Fuck it,” I muttered, ditching my blade. Letting it join its cousin on the floor as I leapt over the kitchen island, tackling Rook untilhesmashed into the countertop. He took me like he was the one who was starving. Defiling my mouth with his wicked tongue.
A low sound in his throat made my knees quake as he took a fistful of my sticky hair and held me there, stealing all the air from my lungs. Bruising my lips with his kiss. His lip ring cutting into me until I tasted blood.
His hard cock pressed insistently against my belly, and I reached my fingers between us to stroke it through his jeans, making him groan. Little hard nubs ribbed his cock, and he shuddered as my fingers brushed over each one. His teeth found my lower lip to bite down hard, the pain adding to the eruption of sensations making my body shudder and shake.
I unbuttoned his jeans, rushing to lower the zipper. Wanting to see what I could feel through his jeans. To free it.
Rook’s cock sprang free, nudging against my palm. Hot and thick and harder than steel. Lined with a row of frenum piercings running up the base like a ladder. I counted eleven. Eleven to form Jacob’s Ladder. I’d always wanted to be fucked by a pierced cock, and I licked my lips at the sight of him. I jerked him hard, making him thrust forward at my pull.
He laughed, hot against my mouth. “You want to play rough, Ghost?”
His fist in my hair pulled down, forcing me to my knees. “We can play rough.”
I knew what he meant to do. To force his way past my lips, but I was already two steps ahead of him, taking him deep into my mouth, making him curse.
I took him deeper still, wanting to feel him at the back of my throat. The laddered piercing ran over my tongue, pushing back until I choked. Rook stared down at me incredulously as I opened my mouth wide for him, holding him there until I could hardly breathe.
“Fuck…”
I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking badly it hurt.
I needed him to show me his darkness, because then maybe…
Maybe I could show him mine.
He pulled back after another second and I gasped for air.
“Fuck my mouth,” I demanded. “Don’t hold back.”
Fear flickered over his features, gone so quickly I questioned whether I saw it at all as he slammed back into my mouth, using his fist in my hair to hold my lips around the base of his cock.
And then he did what I asked.
He fucked my tight little throat until it burned, until I was gasping and tears burned in my eyes. Until my panties were ruined from my own wetness. My cunt throbbing with a vicious ache, demanding to be touched.
I reached my hand down, fumbling to get my fingers below the waistband of my pants as Rook continued to pound into my mouth, low, rough grunts falling from his lips.
“No,” he growled, popping out from between my lips, leaving me gasping. He had me by the throat again, and I was beyond fighting him, giving myself over to whatever he wanted. Happy tonotbe in control for once. Even if it meant my end.
My back found the countertop of the center island. The air knocked from my lungs as Rook dragged me to its edge, releasing my throat to tear my pants off.
They were still hanging uselessly from one leg when he pushed between them and slid two fingers against my wet heat, making me startle with a sudden cry at the violent sensation.
