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I want to go home.
“I'm glad to learn it's true what they say about redheads. They're fiery.” Charlie kisses down my neck and across my collarbones, one by one, his lips tender and nearly inviting—it has to be those oils he's burning. “But you're not fiery anymore, are you? Not with your orders firmly dished out.” He sucks the pulsing vein in my neck with his lips and something surges through me. I jerk under him, unable to stop.
“What I'd give to have Maksim's control over you...”
“You're fucked up, you know that?” I spit at him, my cool slipping away—I wish he'd stop fucking talking!
I boldly meet his gaze. We're nose to nose.
“We're all a little fucked up,” he says in my face, his blue eyes glowing with zeal, “it's just, some of us aren't scared to admit it.”
“I don't mean like that,” I say through closed teeth. “Look at you, Charlie, how handsome you are.” Putting my hands on his large shoulders to keep him an inch away, I soak up his handsomeness, the stark silver blueness in his eyes—I don't think I've ever seen eyes so untamed and beautiful—the perfection of his lips; the sharpness of his features.
“You don't need to do this.” I try to push him back another inch but he isn't budging. His hard body just makes me feel weaker and more helpless. “Tell me why you're doing this to me.”
He tips his head to the side, lifts a hand and strokes down my face. “Why should I tell you?”
I've got a million thoughts running through my mind. Is it just that he wants to fuck me? Or is he getting his revenge on Maksim through me?
I cannot ask that. I'm afraid he'll say yes.
“Ever since I saw you walk into Maksim's office, dripping in wild beauty,” he starts talking before I even answer him, “and ever since you defiantly mouthed me back at Rumo's place, I've wanted you.” Running his thumb and finger down my jaw line, he pinches my chin. “And I always get what I want, Blaire. One way or the other.” He isn't joking. I can see it in his eyes.
Hot lips travel back down my body, down my neck and to the arc of my breasts, making me quiver.
So, because I have a backbone and I'll tell him exactly what I think without fear, he wants me?
What a twisted motherfucker.
He sucks over the curve of my left breast, sucking my flesh into his mouth, and I don't know what happens inside me... I'm throbbing all over with heat, somewhat aroused but still anxious about what he's doing. I'm fighting not to arch into him too, using my grip on his shoulders to keep flat against the bed.
He senses how he's making me feel inside, it seems, because his teeth close around my pebbled nipple over the thin cotton material of my bra. He gently kneads, rolling his jaw from left to right, rolling my nipple in his teeth. The pain is strangely perverse and arousing; hurts at times but I... I like it.
I arch into him now—I can't stop myself. I'm losing my fucking mind!
“That's it, sweet Blaire.” His tongue swirls around my nipple, soaking through the material, making my insides roll with sensations.
He goes further down my body, leaving a path of fire in his wake. He kisses and caresses me at once, kneading my body with large hands; my breasts first, tweaking my nipples with his fingers until they're standing on ends, then he massages my sides, my hips, squeezing me, having me squirm against the sureness of his large hands.
My chest is on fire. It's taking every ounce of my spirit not to groan out, not to express how good that feels.
He's kissing just above my pant line now, from left to right, over each of my sharp hipbones. My stomach quivers, and again when his hands follow his kisses down my thighs.
Letting go of his shoulders, I claw the sheets on either side of my waist, thawing under him. I know exactly where he's going. Maksim has told me that men like doing this to women. They like making women come apart with using only their mouth. It's a game of power.
When Charlie is crouched between my legs, he spreads me wide open, gripping the insides of my thighs. He leans down and licks over my black cotton pants, briefly touching my throbbing clit. I writhe against the warmth of his tongue, tightening my ass, trying to cope with the sensations. He then blows on me down there, turning everything cold. A surge of pleasure zaps right through me. I jump in my skin, letting out a small girlish moan, my senses flooding with endorphins.
“I like it when you moan like that,” Charlie rasps out. “It'll forever remind me of when I first kissed you.”
He does it all over again, licks and blows against my pants, teasing me with... pleasure?
I slam my teeth together, my head getting faint all over again as I struggle with the bitter sweet agonizing pleasure.
I can feel he's looking up at me from down there and it’s making the whole ordeal that much more intense. I have no privacy right now.
He hooks a finger into the side of my pants and the pressure in the low of my body expands; turns to streams of desire. He strokes an invisible boundary of mine, up and then back down, just touching my sex.
“You've gotta be kidding me,” he says angrily, and I wonder what the hell he's talking about. “Shaven? Fucking hell!”
