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This brooch means so much to him. That’s why I stole it a lifetime ago. I just never anticipated it would end up back in my hands, but this time, it’s been given, not stolen.
“Thank you,” I say, placing it on the counter for safekeeping.
A bunch of red roses sit on the counter, roses Punky planted to honor the garden his mother once grew. So, it seems fitting when I pluck one from the vase and give it to him.
“A rose for a rose.” I offer it to him.
He accepts, and when he draws it up to his nose, it’s a perfect oxymoron. The red contrasts the black and white slathered on his face. He looks purely evil.
But when he reaches for his phone so I’m able to see my reflection, I realize we’re a pair—a perfect pair of survivors who will do what they must.
“Ya look beautiful.”
“So do you,” I reply, fisting his T-shirt and dragging him toward my mouth.
I kiss him wildly, unable to get enough of him. I never will. I bite over his lip ring, obsessed with it. I’m obsessed with him.
Tearing off his T-shirt, I lean back on my hands and take a moment to appreciate Punky in his war paint, no shirt, and ripped black jeans. His body looks like it’s been carved from granite, and I give in to temptation, leaning forward and running my tongue over each hardened pectoral muscle.
He moans, bowing his back to grant me greater access, which I take with pleasure.
Caressing over his taut abs, I unbuckle his belt and slip my hand inside his jeans. He’s already hard, and knowing he’s this turned on just by a simple touch makes me feel like a goddess.
Making my intentions clear, I jump down from the counter where I then drop to my knees. Punky peers down, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. Lowering his zipper, I waste no time taking down his boxers and jeans as well.
When his cock springs free, I whimper, remembering how many times we’ve straddled that line between pleasure and pain. I want that again, and I want more.
In one languid stroke, I lick him from head to hilt, but it’s not enough. I take him into my mouth, inch by glorious inch, and don’t stop until he hits the back of my throat. Gagging, I pull back a fraction, then do it again.
“Fucking hell,” he curses, wrapping my loose hair around his fist.
He gently guides me as I commence bobbing up and down, not shying away from taking him deep. He’s big, so I relax my throat, enjoying the feel of pleasuring him because I know this gets him off. Tears leak from my eyes as he encourages me to move faster, and I do.
The noises spilling from me are matched with his guttural growls as he pumps his hips. I place my hands on his upper thighs, loving the feel of him all over me.
“Fuck, Babydoll,” he groans in that sensual accent that hits me between my legs. “I’m gonna come.”
My mother taught me not to talk with my mouth full, so in response, I take him in faster, deeper.
“Naw,” he roars, yanking me up from under my arms.
Before I can protest, he sweeps the counter clear and slams my ass onto it. He reaches under my dress, and with a sharp tug, my underwear disintegrates in his hand.
“When I come,” he pants, licking his fingers and sinking them into me. “It’s going to be in this grand pussy.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head, but when he removes his fingers and thrusts into me, I see stars. I wrap my legs around his waist and arch backward as Punky begins fucking me. He’s far from gentle, but I don’t want him to be.
I want him to eat me alive.
The slamming of our flesh crashes with our sated moans because it feels so good. He hits me deep, thanks to the angle, and when he begins playing with my clit, I know it won’t be long until I come. Our eyes are locked, and even though this act can’t be considered making love, the emotion I see reflected on his face is nothing but pure love.
I want to give myself to him—in every way.
“Bedroom,” I pant, wanting to be somewhere else. When I ask, he gives me what I want. I assume Hannah has gone to Fiona’s.
The vase comes crashing to the floor with the force of Punky’s strokes, but he complies, lifting me off the counter. He doesn’t stop fucking me, however. I bounce on his length as he carries me to the bedroom. He tosses me onto the bed, where he climbs on top of me, re-entering me without missing a stroke.
We’re slick and hot, and it’s everything I could want, which is why I say, “I want you to lose control.”
