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I give myself over to that side, letting it guide me. I touch myself for him, shamelessly chasing every little ripple of pleasure, every gasp of delight. It's more intense with his eyes on me, way more than when I've touched myself alone.
"God yeah," he groans, working his hand up and down his shaft. "Look at you, little one."
I can't look at me. I'm too busy looking at him. He's beautiful as he pleasures himself. His face is a mask of agony, his gaze swimming with bliss. He works his cock hard, tugging and pulling roughly. I think he likes it that way. Rough.
Do I? I don't know.
Watching him, I think I might. The thought of him inside me, pumping his hips like he is right now, snarling and cursing, groaning my name. His hand in my hair, his lips on mine. Yeah, I like that. I like it a lot.
"Andreas," I gasp, so dizzy with pleasure it's a little bit frightening.
"Don't you dare stop, Catriona," he growls. "You don't stop until you finish what you started."
"I…I…" I try to tell him that it's too much, but the words get lost as a wave of pleasure buffets my body, my orgasm creeping closer, closer. So close I feel like I'm dancing on a razor-wire, spinning madly in circles as I try to keep from plummeting off the sides.
"Finish it," he commands.
I wail his name and let go, falling backward into bliss. Waves crash over me, dragging me down into a riptide of consuming pleasure. It's the most intense orgasm I've ever had. Somehow, I manage to keep my eyes on him, watching in a daze as he growls my name and throws his head back. His cock jerks in his hand, and then thick ropes of sticky cum land against my stomach and mound.
"Andreas," I moan, turned on all over again at the sight of him covering me in him.
He tips his head forward to watch too, his bedroom eyes at half-mast.
"Fuck," he groans, releasing his cock when the last drop lands against my skin. He stares at the mess he made for a long moment, breathing hard, and then he reaches out and rubs his cum into my skin. His eyes meet mine, swirling with hot possession. "I'm not washing it off. You're going to sleep covered in me tonight, little one."
"Good," I whisper. "Maybe then you won't regret it in the morning."
He falls forward, catching himself on his elbows at the last minute. "Regret it?" he says, capturing my lips with his in a hot, hungry kiss. "Little one, you'll be lucky if I let you leave the bed without a repeat performance in the morning."
"Really?" I ask, worried he's going to be mad at me. "You said you didn't want to have sex tonight."
"No, I said I'm not making love to you until you know this is forever," he disagrees, rolling us to the side and pulling me into his arms. "I'm not taking your cherry until you're ready for what that means. But play with that juicy cunt for me as often as you want. Just remember one thing."
"What?" I ask, my cheeks blazing with heat.
"If you touch what belongs to me, I set the ground rules. And my first rule is that you don't touch my pussy unless I get to watch you do it."
Oh. Oh, wow.
"Okay," I say, another frisson of heat waving through me.
"Goodnight, rabbit."
"Goodnight, Andreas," I whisper, burrowing into him.
Chapter Five
Andreas
"Rabbit,thisisJudeDespora," I say, keeping Catriona tucked into my side when Fifth arrives at my office. "We call him Fifth."
"Hi," Catriona whispers, cowering into me like she isn't sure what to make of him.
Jude is…Jude. With wild hair, a scruffy jaw, and runway-worthy fashion sense, if anyone in the club should be teased about being a fucking model, it's him. But he's a big, grumpy son of a bitch. He tells it like it is and doesn't pull punches. His moral compass never deviates. He's the last motherfucker you'd expect to find in a courtroom…and the only motherfucker I'd want in one with me.
Which is exactly why I called him. I'm not going to keep Catriona a secret from the club or anyone else. I don't want anyone thinking I'm ashamed of her or trying to hide her. But I do want to know what exactly we're facing in terms of the case against the Vipers. Is she on the list of suspects? Are the feds going to come knocking? If anyone can sus out the particulars, it's Fifth.
"Hey, sweetheart," Fifth says, giving her a soft, encouraging smile. His gaze flits to me, rife with curiosity. I can tell he knows who she is, but he's a polite bastard around women. He won't make her feel anything less than welcome, regardless of how he really feels about seeing her cuddled up to me in my office. And I'm fully expecting him to be pissed about it. Me falling for the sister of a rival MC currently embroiled in a RICO case promises nothing but trouble for us.
