“I think you know, Violet, from the first moment I met you, Iownevery damn part of you.”
I tense as a light flickers on in the distance. Cursing, he snatches the keys dangling from my limp fingertips, opening the door in one swift movement. He pulls me inside, locking the door behind him and pocketing the keys.
“Oh, so you’re locking me in now,” I challenge, walking backward as he steers me towards the bed.
“My little hellion is learning fast,” he taunts as my legs hit the bed with a thud, and I fall, scrambling backward. I stare up wide-eyed and blinking as his muscular frame looms over me, the wet ache between my thighs almost unbearable.
“Spread your legs, Violet. I want to see the perfect pink pussy I’ve been dreaming about since it came on my tongue.”
I’m not sure why all my inhibitions fade in front of this man. Perhaps it’s the way his gaze roves over me, steeped in reverence, his dark eyes thick with desire. My sexual experience to date could be written on the back of a postage stamp—one serious boyfriend through high school. I don’t recognize this version of me spread out before him, my back arched and my throbbing nipples begging for his attention.
My breath catches when he pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing inked, sculpted muscles that ripple like stones in a river when he kicks off his track pants. I gulp, my eyes bulging when his enormous cock springs free. Hard and unapologetic. Andstrangelybeautiful. He wraps his hand around the base, stroking it, his hooded eyes burning into mine. He looks so beautiful, his bronzed skin glowing in the soft moonlight, hispecs flexing as his strokes become more insistent. That ripped body that looks like it was built to fuck. Deep down, I know this man will be my undoing. My favorite kind of destruction. But the need for him is too strong, too overwhelming. Desperate for a taste, I rock onto my knees, my tongue darting out to lick the warm bead of pre-cum glistening on the crown.
Before I can, he tilts up my chin and slides a finger into my mouth, his thumb caressing my chin, arrogance bleeding into his tone. “I’m happy you’re so eager to choke on my cock, Violet. But you don’t get to play with me until you’ve learned your lesson.” I lick his fingers like the sweetest syrup as he strokes his cock, staring down at me with pure possession.
“Now turn around and get on your hands and knees, Violet,” he demands. “I won’t ask twice.”
I don’t think, I just act, pushing up onto my haunches, every part of me pinched tight, aching for his touch, submitting fully to the control he loves to wield. I buck against him and whimper when he teases his cock along my wet slit, gliding his finger softly over my ass before cracking his palm over it with a firm spank. My shriek turns into a deep moan when he slips a finger deep inside me, stroking my g-spot so that I barely notice the warm sting.
“That’s for all the times you thought you would never be mine, because what are you, Violet?”
I grit my teeth, determined not to cave.
“Interesting,” he murmurs, running his tongue the full length of my slit with gentle licks until I cry out in frustration. “Violet likes to be punished.” He spanks me again, harder, clamping his lips over my clit and sucking hard to mask the pain. I fist the bedsheets, trembling all over as I feel the swell of an oncoming orgasm rattling through me like a freight train. And just as I’m on the brink, about to hurtle over the edge, he stops abruptly,taunting me with light, feathery strokes that only increase the torment.
“I’m yours, Chase.” I give in, screaming in desperation.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, peppering light kisses until his mouth meets my ear. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, his soft breaths layering my skin in goosebumps.
My eyes roll back when he brushes his cock along my wet slit, teasing the crown into the opening. “Are you ready, Violet?” he rasps, tangling his fingers through my hair, his teeth scraping my neck like a savage. “Because when I’m done, this is all you’ll ever want.” Heat ignites in my bones when I hear the tear of a condom packet before he grips my waist, guiding me onto him, easing in, inch by delicious inch, stretching me fully with his sheer size. With one hand on my hip and the other at the base of my spine, he rocks me forward and back in a gentle rhythm, giving me time to adjust.
“So-Fucking-Perfect-And-All-Mine,” he groans as he stills for a moment, and I feel him swell and jerk inside me. After that, everything is a blur. A chaos of sound and feeling. He lets loose, driving into me so hard and deep I emit a piercing moan that must echo through the entire forest. Shivery sensations alight every nerve ending as his hands roam all over—one bracing my hip, the other sliding up to my mouth, a finger slipping past my lips as the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.
“Damn, Violet.” He wraps my hair around his palm and tips my head back to bite the shell of my ear. “I’m so close, baby. You feel too damn good.” His voice cracks with need as his fingers find my clit, slick and swollen. He circles the tight bud, the pressure building like an approaching storm.
He presses a rough kiss to my neck, breath hot at my ear. “I need you to fucking come all over my cock, Violet, like a good fucking girl.”
Holy fucking shit. This is insane.
A moan shatters from my lips as the orgasm slams into me, blinding and sudden. His hands slide up to my breasts, steadying me as I splinter around him. He keeps up the punishing pace, fucking me through the climax, letting it build and build.
“Chase,” I cry out as I ride out the peak.
“I know, baby.” He grips my waist tight enough to mark, slamming into me again and again before a guttural moan tears from his throat, and he’sgone, ramming his cock as deep as it will go, exploding with a roar.
My body is still trembling as he slides out of me and spins me around, taking me in his arms, kissing me long and hard as the sweetest aftershocks ricochet through me. He tenderly sweeps my hair from my face, his eyes shining with so much intensity, my stomach free-falls. I just stare back, lost in him, still slightly shell-shocked. It seems like every second since our first explosive meeting has led to this moment. An inevitability neither of us could fight.
He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the bathroom, switching on the shower and discarding the condom. Billows of steam fill the bathroom, creating a haze as he lathers soap between his fingers, smearing it all over me, slamming me against the tiles to devour my mouth with a bruising kiss. Our soapy bodies slide together in an erotic rhythm, droplets of water mingling between our entwined lips. His hand drops between my thighs, teasing there until I’m falling apart for him all over again.
“Look at me when you come, Violet. I want to see those gorgeous green eyes,” he croaks, cupping my face with a palm as I bite my lip with a whimper.
But as his dark gaze holds mine, a tendril of fear takes root. Already, I’m lost to him—so lost I’m afraid I’ll never find my wayback to a time when this didn’t exist. Whenhedidn’t exist, not in any real sense.
This is why I tried to hold back—because of this feeling right here, crushing the air out of my lungs.
Too damn late.
Chapter sixteen
