When he deepens the kiss and opens my mouth, he sweeps his tongue past the barrier of my teeth. Jester’s fingers bite into my ass as he thrusts up. My womb clenches as a flood of moisture drenches my panties. I need more. I need everything.
I need him to make me feel alive.
“Say something nice to me,” I whisper against his lips.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good.”
“That’s your idea of nice?”
He trails his tongue along my lower lip, slow and lazy. “Your pussy is as pretty as a flower. And I’m gonna fuck you so good. Better?”
Laughing, I let the past and future fade, leaving only this moment. The one I’ve fantasized about despite myself. Still… “Don’t get too cocky, asshole. I can end this in a heartbeat.”
He gives my ass a little slap. “Nah, you won’t.”
It’s annoying that he’s right. But it doesn’t mean I won’t make him pay for his overconfidence. I bite his lower lip, and he hisses at the pain. “Instead of being the better person, maybe I should have pulled a ‘you’ and hooked up with someone in plain sight.” I lift an eyebrow and give him a nasty grin. “Test me, Jester, and see if I won’t. ThisisMayhem, and the possibilities are endless.”
His movements are quick as a lightning strike. He grabs my wrists and twists my arms behind my back. My breasts rub against his chest, forcing me to swallow a moan at the contact. His erection throbs against my core, hot and thick, andoh, God, a wave of heat washes through me, and it takes everything I have not to press down to ease the building pressure between my legs.
“You fuck someone else, and you might as well slit the poor bastard’s throat yourself.”
Jester’s words are cold, but his eyes burn with promise.
“I can’t fuck other people, but you can?” I counter, futilely trying to wiggle my hands free. The double standard is absurd, and I can’t help my outranged laughter.
“Who said I’m fucking anyone else?”
His deadpanned question-statement dumbfounds me. “You’re Unholy.”
“Am I?”
If my hands were free, I’d smack the feigned shock off his face. “Don’t be an ass, Jester. The Unholy spread themselves around.”
“This is true.” He leans forward and presses a feather-soft kiss to my lips. “But what if I just want to fuck you?”
I shake my head, breathless. Dizzy. Like I’m drunk. Only, I’ve never touched a drop of liquor in my life. He’s asking for a commitment. Practically demanding it. We’ve done this before, and I’m scared. Terrified. As frightened as I was when those thugs invaded my home and beat me to hell. “This is a mistake.”
“No, it’s not,” he says against my lips. “I’m so goddamn sorry. For everything, Faith. Consider this me begging for your forgiveness.”
I hitch in a breath, struggling against a zillion worries battling inside my brain. “Let me go.”
This may be him pleading for my forgiveness, but I’m not this broken woman with her arms pinned against the small of her back. Willing to forgive the man who shattered her heart. Where’s my strength? My pride?
Apparently puddled in my panties.
“You want me,” he insists.
“No, I want your dick. Big difference.” Again, I fight against his hold, but Jester is strong, and unless he releases me, I’m not going anywhere. “We will not be this epic couple when the sex is over.”
“You can lie to yourself, but you can’t lie to me.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “You don’t hate me.”
He’s right. I don’t, because I know why he did what he did. His stupid fucking backward reason. “This has nothing to do with that.”
“Then what is it?”
I swallow hard, my mind in a riot. “I don’t know.”
He kisses my left cheek. “Yes, you do.”
