Dark captive, p.27
Dark Captive,
p.27
“Little thief.”
“Well, that’s when I decided to come back. You only have that powdered egg stuff in your pantry.” She frowned, a little crease splitting her forehead, and slipped onto a chair. “Why do I want to make you breakfast?”
He swallowed hard. “Tell me.”
She gazed at him, her frown deepening. “I don’t know. I kept telling myself to keep moving. To get far away. You could tie me up again, keep me against my will.”
“I won’t,” he quickly reassured her. “Never again, Gia. Unless…” He couldn’t hold back the shudder as he remembered her on her knees, hands tied behind her back, sucking him off. “Unless you want me to.”
Her eyes darkened, a light dusting of blush coloring her cheeks and he knew she was remembering the same thing. She squirmed in her seat. “Beneath the scary asshole, you’re…” She frowned again. “Vulnerable. Sweet even. And the way you touch me...” She closed her eyes and shivered. “I feel like you need me. No one’s ever needed me before. I like it.”
“I do.” He kneeled between her legs on the hard floor. “When I touch you I feel in control, like I’ve gotten back a part of myself that was lost. Stay awhile. Come and go as you please, but don’t disappear without saying good-bye.”
He traced the insides of her thighs with light strokes of his fingers. He’d hardened at first sight of her running down the path toward him. She shivered and licked her lips as his touch neared her pussy, and he wanted inside her now. Needed the connection. Needed to know she would stay for at least a little while.
He had to tread carefully, lightly, not be too demanding and scare her away. Wanted to show her he could be good even if what he really wanted to do was rip her clothes off and fuck her with rough abandon.
“Can breakfast wait?” He had to force the question out. Asking politely for what he wanted wasn’t an easy task. Not anymore. “I need to touch you.”
Her brow furrowed as she looked down at him. “I don’t know. Can it?”
Her voice was sharp, annoyed. What was that about?
He gritted his teeth and bit back the anger and need to demand what he wanted. “Yes,” he barely managed the word. “I’ll wait.”
A hard slap across his face shocked the shit out of him and then pissed him off. “What the fuck?” he bellowed as he jumped to his feet and pulled her off the chair with a hard jerk of her arm.
“I want you,” she said.
The urge to strangle her warred with the urge to kiss her. Had she lost her mind? “I want you too.”
“Then take me,” she whispered.
When he only stood there staring at her and trying to figure out what the hell game she was playing, she slapped him again. He snapped and grabbed her throat.
“You want me angry, Gia?” He shoved a hand down her pants, his dick jerking when he found her already wet. Fucking Christ. She wanted him. The way he was. The way he’d taken her before. And goddamn if that didn’t make him insane with lust.
He shoved two fingers inside her. Her hips bucked and her raspy breathing due to his hand around her throat brought him back to life. “You want to come?”
“Yes,” she choked out.
“Me first,” he said. “Strip. Then suck me off. Right here. Right now. I want to come on your pretty lips.” He gave her neck a little squeeze before releasing her. Her entire body shook as she hurriedly stripped out of her clothes then sank to her knees before him. He fisted his dick in one hand and fisted her hair in the other. He swiped his throbbing head across her lips, smearing his pre-cum across them.
“Lick it off,” he demanded. When her pink tongue darted out and did as he’d ordered, he pressed into her warm, wet mouth. Godsend. The word drifted through his mind as she bobbed before him. She sucked his dick like she was starving for it. She moaned and hummed as she sucked him to the back of her throat, the vibrations reverberating to his balls.
She was good. Too good. She was his godsend, and he couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to hold back.
Every muscle in his body tensed, contracted to the point of pain until a wave of utter euphoria crashed through him. He jerked back, palmed his dick and stroked, watching as he coated her pretty lips and chin with his cum. Never had he seen such an erotic sight as she licked her lips and gazed up at him with lust-drugged eyes.
He reached down, wiped her chin, and watched as she licked it from his fingers. “What do you want, Gia?”
“To come.”
He left her kneeling on the floor and took a seat a few feet away and crooked a finger at her. “Then come.”
She crawled to him on hands and knees looking like a hungry tigress.
“Turn around.”
She did, putting that luscious ass in the air right in front of him. Juices coated the insides of her thighs. Her body jerked and she cried out when he leaned forward and shoved two fingers inside her, fucking her rough and hard.
“More,” she pleaded when he removed his fingers.
Seeing her like that, wanton, needy, juicy, had his cock hard again. He kneeled behind her and bit each of her ass cheeks before ramming inside her. His fingers found her swollen clit and frigged it fast, furious.
He smacked her ass as he plowed into her. Smacked it until it was bright red and she cried out. “Don’t disappear on me again.”
“I won’t.” She whimpered and rocked backward taking his abusive fucking as if she couldn’t get enough. “Bane!” His name tore from her throat as her sweet cunt convulsed around his dick.
“That’s it. Say my name.”
He grabbed hold of her hips and pumped inside her frantically, hard, deep, rough. He wanted to come inside her sweet salvation while her muscles still spasmed, to join her in ecstasy.
“Fuck, Gia!” He yelled as liquid fire shot from his balls and out the tip of his cock. Bright lights flickered in his gaze partially blinding him and he thought he might actually pass out from the all-consuming pleasure pouring from his body as he shot off inside her.
When they collapsed, he rolled to the side, lay back on the cool hardwood floor, and pulled her on top of him. He traced circles on her back as she lay there limp, her heart hammering against his chest.
He didn’t know how long they lay there and didn’t care. He felt like a man again because of her. “That was … nice.”
Her soft body shook against his. “Only nice?”
“Mmm. I might give it a fucking-amazing rating if I had some breakfast in my stomach.”
She lifted her head, her mouth dropping open. “Did you just make a joke?”
He had to fight back the smile pulling at his lips. “No joke. I’m starving.”
“Well, you’re going to have to help me up. Not sure I can stand after that.”
He wrapped his arms tight around her. “You’ll stay awhile. I’m not finished with you yet.”
A little smirk twisted her lips as she shrugged. “It’s not like I have anywhere else to be.”
Bane returned her smirk and gave her a light smack on the ass before turning serious. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Emotion welled in his chest and formed a lump in his throat. It took a full minute of swallowing hard before he could speak, and his voice still came out rough and choked up. “Tell me you want to stay.”
Gia’s hazel gaze met his, her smirk replaced with a tender smile. Instead of answering, she pressed her lips to his and kissed him with more emotion than any words could ever express.
Godsend.
The End
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