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“You can try,” I challenge, my naked skin prickling with goose bumps.
“Aye, I could,” he hums, running his thumb along my bottom lip.
I’m embarrassed at how breathless I am, while Punky’s breaths are even and in control.
I know Punky won’t hurt me liketheyhave. His touch is welcomed, and no matter what he says, I know there’s a line he won’t cross. But that doesn’t mean he won’t coerce me to straddle that line until we’re both breathless in need.
“Go on then, Puck Kelly. Or are you all talk?”
A low growl echoes deep, and I grin, pleased with the response I elicited from him.
He grips me by the throat and arches my neck back. We’re pressed nose to nose when he whispers, “Get on yer knees.”
If I had any objection to his demands, I wouldn’t have a choice anyway as the hold he has on me is tight. But he doesn’t need to force me. I go willingly.
His hand is still around my throat, and he squeezes gently. I swallow deeply, eagerly awaiting what’s to come. I’m wet between my thighs. I can’t help it. This rough play with Punky turns me on. I know these hands have hurt, they’ve killed, but when they’ve touched me, it’s been with nothing but affection.
I confuse Punky, and that’s because he doesn’t know the truth. It’s getting harder and harder not to reveal why I’m here.
“What now?” I question, peering up at him from under my lashes.
He lets me go and calmly walks behind me. The darkness conceals the wounds on my back, but I’m certain Punky can still make them out. On a relaxed exhale, he kneels. I want to turn to see what he’s doing, but I don’t.
“Ye frustrate me, Baby,” he states into my ear, his warm breath gliding down my neck. “So it’s time I frustrate you.”
I gulp, fearful of what’s to come.
It merely takes one finger, one simple touch for me to whimper in need when he traces along the column of my neck sluggishly. He can no doubt feel the thrashing of my pulse, echoing the wanton disturbance within my chest.
He trails down my shoulder, then my arm. When he gets to the crease in my elbow, he changes direction and focuses on my stomach. With torturous circles, he caresses my navel, his large hand almost covering my belly whole.
He touches me with purpose, and that’s to drive me insane. I discreetly open my legs a little wider in a silent invitation, but Punky merely chuckles in response. My nipples are begging for some attention, as all it would take is for him to shift a little higher. But this isn’t about gratification—this is about teaching me a lesson.
“Y’know I will find out who ye are.” It’s not a question, but rather, a statement.
“I know.” My voice quivers, betraying my nerves.
“Tell me and make it easier on yerself.” He strokes inches above my pussy, always teasing, always in control.
“Nothing in my life has been easy thus far. And I don’t want it to be. I fight for what I want.”
“And what’s that?” he asks, leaving heated lashes in his wake as he continues stroking me leisurely.
“I just want to protect the people I love,” I reveal, surrendering because I want to. I’m sick of fighting him because this is a war I don’t want to win.
He hums deeply, before giving me what I want. He rubs two fingers along the seam of my pussy, before sliding them deep inside. Gasping, I sag forward, as the intrusion is a wicked kiss down low. Wrapping an arm around my waist, he anchors me, waiting for me to adjust. He then begins to move.
He fingers me slowly, almost too slow as he’s skating close to the edge, denying me the friction my body so desperately wants. When I try to place my hand over his, begging he go faster, he shrugs it away, his husky chuckles warming my ear.
I’m pinned as he’s holding me prisoner with both hands.
“Punky,” I moan, writhing because he’s driving me crazy.
“Aye, wee doll?” He wants me to beg. “Frustratin’, is it?”
Biting the inside of my cheek, I don’t reply and only hope he’ll give in to what we both want as I can feel his hard-on pressed into my back. It pleases me that I can stir this response in him because Punky has mastered the perfect poker face. This, however, proves he’s just as turned on as I am.
“I want that too,” he shares, sinking his fingers in and out, in and out. “Even though my ma is dead, I’ll protect her memory by killin’ those who killed her.”
