“You need to shut your mouth, remember your place here, and stay the fuck away from Addyson.” His words land with finality, like justice brought to bear. But then he follows it up with, “This is your last warning, Sin.”
I can almost feel the woman’s relief, and the teeniest amount of victory, as she skirts around Mayhem and slips through the door of the kitchen. My biker has already put her out of his mind. It’s clear from the look on his face and the intent way he’s staring at me.
My eyes narrow while I cross my arms across my chest, prepared to tell him right where to shove it.
The thing is, though, you see, I don’t get the chance.
Briggs scoops me up in his arms and then he’s stalking out of the kitchen and back toward his room. Our room?
No. I probably shouldn’t think that.
“Hey,” I struggle slightly in his grip, but his hands tighten and I know I’m not going anywhere. I’m dangling, but I’m at his mercy at the moment. “We were just waiting on you guys to get done for dinner,” I try to tell him, my words soft.
Cajoling him?
Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening any time soon.
He kicks the door closed behind him after unlocking it, the sound echoing in the room and turning me on more. I’m suddenly on my feet again when he demands, “Strip. Dinner after I fill you with my cock.”
Well. Okay then.
I keep my eyes fixed on him as I peel my clothes off, letting them fall to the ground around me. He puts his cut on the dresser and does the same. When he gets on the bed, pillows at his back like a fucking king, I have to press my thighs together.
He keeps his eyes on me while sliding a condom down his length. “You’re going to ride all of the attitude I saw on your face out of your sassy ass using my cock, Tempest.”
My entire body shudders and I really kind of do want to do that too. I’m not worried about what Sin was talking about. I met this man a matter of hours ago. We can’t even talk about weeks yet; only days.
Mayhem smirks, his blue eyes lighting up with the threat of a challenge. “You didn’t believe a fucking word she said,” he lays it out there, reading the situation easily. “If you’re mad about me giving her a warning,” he shrugs one shoulder so casually that it’s fucking maddening, “you’re just going to have to get over it.”
He strokes his cock and bites his lip while looking me over. I cup my tits and pinch my nipples, loving the way his hand tightens on the base of his cock, like he needs the reminder not to come. And all he’s doing is watching me.
It makes me feel so fucking sexy.
“Or you can fuck me until my toes curl, and I have no choice but to consider whether I made a mistake,” he offers with an innocence that is completely contrived.
The man’s charm is, honestly, dangerous.
It’s a good thing I love him.
I freeze for a moment, my eyes sliding closed. Deciding it’s better to push the realization away until later, I open my eyes and crawl up the bed toward Briggs until I’m straddling his lap. My pussy presses against the length of him and we both groan. He can feel just how fucking wet I am for him.
“You ready to take my cock in your sweet pussy?”
I hold his shoulders and lift up enough to position him at my entrance. As I slide down, the way he fills me has my back arching and my head falling back. It’s a damn good thing his hands come down on my hips because it’s almost too fucking good.
My fingers dig into his shoulders as I start to slide up and down his length. He fills me perfectly and my pleasure mounts quickly.
“That’s it. You feel so fucking good,” his words wash over me and I moan.
Every time he’s filling me it feels like almost too much. It’s so damn close to pain, but there’s something decadent about the feeling. It’s right there, along the line and there is no telling which way I’ll end up falling.
Briggs’s fingers flex on my hips and then he’s using his grip to move me up and down faster and harder. He lets out a feral grunt and then he’s meeting my body and thrusting upward.
“Oh my, please, Briggs,” the words tumble out of me, barely comprehensible.
“I’ve got you,” his voice is thick with an edge of need I can feel against my clit. His head falls back on his shoulders as he lets out a moan that has my walls tightening around him. “You’re sweet cunt is begging for more.”
When he looks at me again, his blue eyes are all possession. I don’t even need him to say the words, to tell me what he wants and needs.
