“And now?” His vulnerability shines through that query, even as he towers over me. He always does, but here, with my feet bare, his mammoth stature is undeniable.
And so comforting. Because he isn’t lording it over me. He’s meeting me where I am.
“I’m not good with emotions. Other than anger.” When he chuckles, I curl my fingers around his belt and tug him toward me. “I’m not sure what this looks like, and I’m not promising anything yet. But I obviously couldn’t let you go when I hated you, and since I definitely don’t hate you anymore, I want to try. So”—I drop to my knees—“let me show you.”
His heated grays are tender and feral as he grazes his knuckles down my cheek. “What about your head?”
“I couldn’t handle coming right now, but I want this.” I unbuckle his pants and wrench down his zipper. “You took care of me all day. Let me return the favor.”
There’s a pall of hesitation shrouding him, but then he dips his chin, reading everything this means. I’ve had him in my mouth before, but this isn’t a prank or a means of distraction. This is my tentative reply that I don’t have all the answers. That I’m scared to lose my family. That I don’t appreciate him going through my things or threatening people on my behalf. And yetstill, he’s broken through some of my walls and become too important to dismiss.
By the time I roll the elastic from his boxer briefs down, he’s hard and glistening. I curl my fingers around him, lap up the dollop of precum, and devour him. After I take him all the way into the back of my throat, I toy with him, swirling the head and dragging my tongue slowly over his ladder. He groans as he pets my hair and rocks his hips into me. Far gentler than suits him.
I pop off and pin him with my demand while still stroking his shaft. “Don’t hold back, Drac. I can take it.”
With that, I’m back on him. Ravenous and savage.
“Christ, baby,” he hisses.
He’s salt and musk and haunting lyrics. The kind I want branded on me. I knead his balls and brush his taint and bob with a ferocious cadence that I can already sense undoing him. Since he still isn’t letting go, I murmur unintelligible encouragement around him, and the vibrations of my mouth have him expelling a slew of curses until, finally, he slams into me.
“Is that what you want?” He pants, gathering my sopping strands as he pistons his hips again. “For me to fuck your throat?”
I moan my consent, recalling how afraid he was to hurt me in his office the first time I sucked him off, and here we are again. My head is heavy, but my desire trumps it.
He thrusts again and again, his piercings gliding over my tongue in a rough but gratifying caress, his balls bouncing off my chin. “Fuck, Tess. You’re so gorgeous. On your knees for me.Jesus.Give me those beautiful eyes.” When our gazes crash together, he wipes at my cheeks, and the raw authenticity staring back at me is almost too much. “I love those tears. I want all of you.”
That’s a little overwhelming. I’m not sure how to give him everything I am, but this may be the first time I’m willing to try. It’s unfortunate that we’re falling for each other when our days are very possibly numbered.
Maybe that’s why when he’s about to tip, I make another move to show him I’m in. Removing my mouth from him, I rip my camisole over my head, return my hand to his swelling cock, and peer up at him with my demand. “Come on me, Maddox. Mark me as yours.”
Those words act as a missile launcher.
“More than a dream. My irresistible Nightmare,” he groans as he spasms through his climax, and ropes of his cum spurt onto my breasts and neck and abs. “So gorgeous, painted with me, baby girl.”
While he’s still shaking, I suck the remainder of his release off the head, and he writhes before me.
“That’s my goddamn queen.”
There it is again.Queen.I’m on my knees, covered in cum, at odds with my family, and there’s a Mafia don out for my head, but I’ve never felt more empowered.
Maybe I could learn to embrace that title.
MADDOX
Drivers turn into dipshits on holidays. The roar of impatient engines and disgruntled honking harmonizes with my summer-day driving playlist. There’s even the distinctcrunchof metal upon metal somewhere in the distance—the unmistakable marker of an accident. But none of that sullies my mood.
My view is too enchanting.
Tessa empties a Pixy Stix into her mouth, her tongue peeking out and her plump lips smacking together. The sight is nearly crippling.
I am gone for this woman, still not fully recovered from my anxiety yesterday or from how untethered it had me.
My mild pity party over being on her lists aside, the fact that she crafted anI Know What You Did Last Summerletter to fuck with me only has me more captivated. I nicknamed her Nightmare for both her Zero-in-the-attic answer and her truculent nature, and I stand by that. Her sinister is sexy.
I’m sick. And she isn’t the cure for that sickness. She’s the goddamn virus, infecting me more every day. But I can’t get enough.
I want my name tattooed all over her body so no one can ever question who she belongs to.
