“Don’t you fucking dare tell me this is a mistake,” I grit out as I guide us back to the edge for leverage, raking my teeth over her thrashing pulse point and pinching her nipple to deliver the joltof pain she yearns for. “You couldn’t tell me you didn’t want me before I kissed you. Can you really do it after tonight?”
A jagged breath stutters out of her as she arches into my slow pumps. “I’m not saying I don’twantyou. And it’s not just my family. I’m an employee. Once this gets out, there’s no going back. And then if it doesn’t work—”
“Why wouldn’t it work?”
“Sometimes, things don’t work.”
I pick up my pace to the tempo that seems to be her undoing and swirl her clit. “Does it feel like this isn’t working?”
She purrs from my touch, her hooded eyes colliding with mine. “We argue about everything.”
“And we both love it.” I smile, folding her in half against the side, a waterfall of the Jacuzzi cascading off me as I freeze, playing her game and denying her what she craves. “I’d rather annoy you than do anything.”
That wins me a melodic dose of her laughter, better than any song I’ve ever heard.
“This isn’t who you are. Have you ever even had a girlfriend?”
“Only you.” I wink, and she rolls her eyes. “Isn’t that a testament to my certainty now? I don’t jump into things.”
“Relationships are complicated. Even more so because you’re”—she flaps her hand in front of me and the rooftop terrace—“you. And this is yourhome. It’s not reality. I don’t know how to be this person, to turn my back on my family. You can’t just show up at my parents’ home, tell me the guy I offed was a Mafia prince whose family is seeking retribution, call me your queen, and decide that we should be together. This day feels like an acid trip.”
“A really good acid trip.” I nudge her wet nose with mine. “You said you wanted me.”
Her resolve is weakening, but she still goes down swinging. “I said a lot of things.”
“But you said you wanted me. Say it again, and I’ll give you everything you need.” A growl escapes me as I battle the urge to move. “Say it because you know no one could ever fill this sweet cunt the way I am.”
She bites her lip, barely hanging on but searching for justification. “You told me I should fight to make things work with my family.”
“I also told you I’d fight for this. You’re worth going to war for, baby girl.” I spin us so I’m sitting and she’s straddling my lap, though I hold her up so only my tip is inside her and she can’t sink down on me. “But if you want control, take it.”
“I’m not promising anything.” She hesitates, noting that I’m still not budging, her body wiggling and writhing with need. “But I really do want younow. Please let me move.”
My response is silent, brutal, demanding. Releasing her so she can bounce and swivel, I piston my hips, plunging into her with all I am. Fucking bare. She grinds her clit against me, and I squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples with ruthless pinches that have her gasping. The bubbling water even revolts, fleeing over the sides. It’s raw and primal and so goddamn real. Everything my little Nightmare craves.
She glistens with hope, hunger, and frustration because she senses me crashing through every barrier she pitches. Still, she can’t resist this, and the sight of her so zealous has me tipping over the precipice with her. Her erotic screams echo around the city, as I predicted. Droplets of our hot-tub soiree litter our skin, and our fervent grunts harmonize with the tinkling jets.
My balls draw up, a zapping current racing up my spine and down my limbs. And as streams of my cum shoot inside her and she grips me tighter, her nails biting crescent moons into my flesh, a possessive beast clamors within me.
Mine.
Fuck, I want to mark every inch of her. And I want her to mark every inch of me. It’s the first time I’ve seen a future with anyone. Unfortunately, I’m not sure how we’ll survive all that lies ahead, but I’m not going to share that.
Nestling her quaking body in my arms, I bury my face in her hair. “You’re such a good girl, Tess. I’ll take care of everything.”
MADDOX
Quaint sidewalks, live oaks, large homes with basketball nets in the driveway and flowers around the mailboxes.
I rap on the wood door again and lean against the stone. The sleeves on my black button-up are rolled to my elbows, my ankles are crossed, and my wingtip shoes are gleaming in the bright daylight. I stick one hand in my pocket while the other twirls my butterfly knife. There’s going to be a lot of hemming and hawing before I’m invited in, so I might as well get comfortable.
Cash shuffles his deck of cards, filling the small porch with the melody of ruffling snaps to accompany the tittering blue jays, the balisong’sclick-clack-rattle, and our blaring soundtrack from his phone. Ryker and Axel prefer quiet on their interrogation runs, but where’s the fun in that? Theme songs make everything better.
Today’s playlist has a wide variety. As we’re veering toward the time to let ourselves in, “American Pie” by Don McLean comes on. Fitting since we’re smack dab in the middle of cookie-cutter suburbia.
That’s a good fucking omen, so I tuck my sunglasses into my shirt pocket, peer through the glass, catching a pair of muddy brown eyes I never wanted to see again, and wink at our host. The withering stare of indecision peering back assures me we’re off to an excellent start.
When the tempo picks up, Cash and I pound in unison and then break into a dance. This is one of those instances where enhancing the crazy solves half the issues. At least the ones we’ll face inside.
