“Turn over or I’ll do it myself.” He breathes out heavily.
I should not want him to touch me given the amount of chaos I’ve witnessed at his hands, but not able to deny how turned on I am. My legs are trembling despite being flat and the only thought running through my mind is giving into him. If we do this and get it over with, maybe I can go back to my normal life. It is not the truth, but it’s the lie I tell myself to find reason in what I’m about to do.
My body willingly turns for him.
“Good girl.” He muses, grabbing the pool stick and rolls it in Mike’s blood with his thumb and pointer finger. “For the record, Delayni Mike is a fucking coward. You could tell me you would take care of yourself for the rest of eternity, and I would still protect you from the world. You deserve better.”
He climbs over me and settles between my legs.
“And I guess that’s you, that you are better?” I push out in a moment of clarity.
“No, I’m not better, I’m one of the worst to cross anyone’s path, especially yours.”
“Then why say all of that if you don’t think you’re better?”
“Because, Delayni, you do deserve better, but I am starving to taste you. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over this emptiness I feel if I never experience you. I should stop myself for both of our sakes. I know this is wrong and I’ll pay for it, but I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you.”
His mouth pushes against mine and his tongue pushes through my lips, curling around the tip of my tongue as he sucks. Shit! If this is what a kiss is supposed to be then I’ve never been properly kissed in my lifetime. My hips instinctively lift to him. and he groans when I rub myself against him. His kisses are like the purest form of cocaine, extremely addicting and so dangerous they could be lethal.
North unbuttons my jeans and pulls the zipper completely down, his hand dipping into my panties and through my aching folds. “Dripping wet,” he says in a deep throaty voice, bringing his finger to his mouth, and then sucks my juices off his finger. “And sweeter than honey.”
None of this should be happening, but I want this man more than anything I have ever wanted in my entire existence. He rips my pants and underwear down my legs and over my feet, flinging them across the room. His tongue immediately lapping against my sensitive nub. He makes slow small circles before resting his hand right below my belly button, adding the slightest amount of pressure. The sensation is too much, I cannot take it. My eyes close as my hips buck and I ride his face shamelessly, moans falling out of my mouth freely.
“Who do you belong to, little fox?”
I don’t answer him, as my body stiffens with pleasure. He stops his tongue from moving and slides two fingers inside me. “I said who the fuck do you belong to, Delayni?”
“You. I belong to you.” I announce and somehow, I mean it. Deep inside I know this man has ruined me for anyone else.
I have never experienced anything like this, and it feels so amazing. My breaths speed up a little more each time he bends his fingertips and I moan, chasing the release that I’m so close to. He pulls his fingers out of me one more time and then when I think he’s going to push them back up, he doesn’t.
He kneels between my knees and rips open his fly, pulling his cock out. Its girthy, long, and the tip curves ever so slightly to the left. I swallow hard. Precum glistens on the head and he rubs it down his length, stroking himself as his eyes roam over me. “If I’m going to answer for this, I’m going to make it worth both of our times,” he announces, lining his tip up with my opening and he shoves inside. I have no clue what he means, and honestly don’t care right now.
“You. Are. Mine.” He buries himself to the hilt with each word and I moan adjusting to his size.
“Mmmhmm,” I cry out in pleasure as he lifts my leg over his shoulder, diving deeper into me and he throbs within me.
“Tell me, Delayni. What do you want?”
My lips do not move. He pulls almost all the way out and I lift my hips. “No. I want you to hear yourself say it. What do you want?”
“I want you, North.”
He kisses me hard and demanding and thrusts back inside, further than before. My walls clinch around him, and he flexes his hips while he groans, “You are mine, little fox.”
I wake up groggy and with the freshly fucked feeling. I don’t know what came over me to just give myself over to him like that. I want to say it was a fluke, plead temporary insanity or something, anything to give a real justification as to why I did what I did. But I have nothing. No other reason that I wanted him, and he wanted me. The way he took charge and demanded things from me turned me on more than I had ever been in my lifetime.
I groan, wiggling my body around to assess the damage. Thighs, definitely sore and shaky and my shoulders feel like I was in a pool doing backstrokes for three hours straight.
CHAPTER 10
Leila
“Morning,” DJ smiles, tapping the tip of her key on the bean-hole of my cell door. “How are you feeling?”
I stretch my arms above my head and groan, “Sore.”
“I bet.” She drops her keys back into the front pocket of her scrubs.
