Her scent, and the feel of her soft, silky skin underneath my roughened fingertips, are a branding on my damaged and weary soul. All the hardened pain that wallows inside of me seems to soften, and the noise in my head is suddenly quiet. Everything within me lights up with need, and the desire to force her roughly to her pretty knees before me, like a glorious offering to a weary and tempestuous god. An unbidden image of Olly, tied up with my fancy, silk ropes, and staring up at me with defiance in those light gemstone green eyes of hers, while I grip her soft purple hair in my bruised and scarred fingers, as I force my hard cock past her lips, scorches through my brain like a five-alarm fire. Fuck, I'm not a good man, not a gentleman, in fact, I'm the furthest thing from one, but for her, I might try to pretend to be anything she wants. She says she doesn't want a gentleman, but does she want a savage animal, 'cause that's what I am underneath this exterior.
You hurt people, and you enjoy it,my mind reminds me, as if there was ever a possibility of forgetting.
I graze my teeth across her sweet-smelling flesh, even though I desire nothing more than to bite down hard and mark her skin. I want to taint her, corrupt her, and brand her as mine. I watched the looks on those Mayhem fuckers’ faces, and they're not immune to her. If anything, they're just as much under her siren call as I am.Bewitched. Hungry. Feral.
She's mine,the angry beast that lives within me declares, causing my heart rate to jump.I’ll kill them all, if they try to take her from me.I have to try to stop these insane thoughts about a woman I don't even know.
Olly is temptation and sin personified, mixed with peril. I almost feel like I'm in some sort of hedonistic fantasy that my brain has conjured up, instead of the reality of the situation. I've just met her, and she should mean nothing to me. Just another hole, and a warm body to lose myself in for the night, and in themorning, I'll be all alone again.Always alone, that's my destiny, my penance for my crimes.
I watch as her tongue slides out over her soft, pink lips, and the desire to bite on them almost overwhelms my senses.She can't be real, there's no way. Maybe I took a hit to the head, and I’m dreaming right now.Her sexy green eyes glow with mischief and arousal, as they burn into mine, and I have to take small, shallow breaths to prevent losing all of my hard-fought control. Her lips graze the side of my jaw, the barest of touches, but it's as if someone has unleashed a cyclone inside of me. Twisting, turning, and wreaking havoc in every direction. "Will you purr for me,little lion cub, or are you going togrowl?"
Fuck!I feel the last vestiges of my self-restraint fraying and snapping. She has no idea how close I am to exploding, and losing all control. Control that I've spent the last two years working tirelessly to ensure I've constructed as a solid foundation, and an impenetrable wall to protect myself from others, and them from me. I can't allow her to break down my walls. I can't allow anyone past them, not now, not ever. Doing so could be detrimental to my plans. I’ve mapped out every step out of this pit, every lie I have to tell, every move I need to make to keep the past from dragging me back under the gruesome rock I've crawled out from underneath. There’s a millstone wrapped tightly around my neck, and choking me, every moment of the day. I’ve clawed my way this far, and one wrong turn could send me straight back into the grave I barely crawled out of.
Why her? Why now? Why does it feel like the world narrowed to this moment, to the impossible idea that she might be meant for me? Deep anxiety coils in my gut, hot and heavy, and mixes with desire. If I let this happen, I’ll ruin everything. She’ll destroy me, I know it. I can feel it with every breath entering my lungs, and in the intense beating of my heart insidemy worthless chest. God help me, for the first time in years, I want to be ruined, I want something I never even dared to dream of having.
Mine.Even as I give myself all the reasons why I need to stop this from going any further, the thought races through my mind with a vicious predatory growl, and I know there's no turning back from it. My arms wrap around Olly, as I lift her slight weight off her feet, and throw her in a fireman's hold over my shoulder. All the air expires from her lips in a ragged wheeze, that eggs on the unbalanced Neanderthal who lives deep within me. He grins manically at my actions, pleased with the direction of our efforts. Her shriek of protest and terror has a shudder racing down my spine, and it feels incredible. I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to temper my moan, as she tries her best to dislodge my hold, and force me to release her, but I'm not having it.
Her sexy, round ass is close to my face, and the temptation is there to take a bite out of her, but instead, I inhale deeply, and I settle for allowing one of my hands to fondle her asscheek. When her tight fists pound on my lower back with force, I spank her hard. "Baby, you're going to be the one purring and howling by the time I'm done with you." My voice is all gravelly, and filled with primal need. Heat is working its way through all of my limbs, and any cognitive thought outside of making my Lavender scream is nonexistent.
I move with purpose toward my bedroom, which lies behind thick, velvet-black curtains that hang from my fifteen-foot-high concrete ceilings. The space is intimate, warm, and cocooned, where she and I can hide away from the shitty world together. I'm about to worship every single inch of her, and I want nothing to interrupt us. I desire her completely at my mercy, unable to run from me. I drop her without clemency on the top of my bed, and she bounces with a scream filled with expletives. Before shecan make it off the other side of the bed, I pin her to it with my much larger body, grabbing both her wrists in one of my large hands, and forcing them to stretch toward my headboard. The little she-demon tries her best to bite and headbutt me, but unlike that cunt Damon, I see her actions a mile away, and dart out of her reach. "Uh-uh, Lavender, be agood girlfor me."
"RELEASE ME, SIM!" She pants, out of breath, while I straddle her waist, using my much heavier weight to prevent her from getting away. I wrap one slim wrist in the leather cuff I have strapped by chains, and bolted to my solid-wood headboard, then the other. The minute she's secure, I pull away, dragging my gaze down her sinful body.Well fuck, if that isn't the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
"What the hell is this?! Are you fucking crazy?! Release me immediately, or I'll break your face!" She thrashes across my charcoal linens, and damn, it's a stunning sight. Her breasts are heaving in the tight sports bra, and her abdominal muscles quiver with her effort, encased in perfect golden skin, tattooed with a beautiful, black, shattered heart on her side. Her well-shaped and toned thighs, the ones I crave to have wrapped around my head, push against my back, as she attempts to buck me off of her. All of it has my granite-hard cock straining inside my jeans. For a second, I think about pulling out my phone, and taking photos of her like this for my memories. Who knows if she'll ever let me do this again with her, or if she'll bludgeon me to death after this, for daring to manhandle her. One thing is for sure: my pretty Lavender has anger issues, not to mention an abundance of malice toward the male species.I wonder who hurt her.Just the thought of someone doing anything to her has rage firing within me, and causes an unhinged desire to set the world on fire.
For the briefest of moments, her body goes completely stiff, goosebumps break along her exposed flesh, her eyes becomelarge and glassy, and a look of petrified fear crosses her features, as she bites down so hard on her bottom lip that a drop of blood wells instantly on its surface. It all makes her look incredibly young and vulnerable.Fuck, have I gone too far?
"Lavender!Hey, baby, look at me." I grab her chin and force her frightened, wide eyes to meet mine. At first, it's like she doesn't see me; she's trapped in whatever horror has put that look on her face. "I will never force you into anything, do you hear me? I just want to make you feel good, but say the word, and those come right off."
I motion with my chin at the cuffs around her wrists, and my hand fists the sheet at her side, refusing to lay another finger on her. Her fingers tighten into fists, as she once again yanks on the chains, and her breathing becomes labored. I reach across her body, ready to uncuff her, and she manages to dig her teeth into my shoulder. "FUCK..." I groan at the pain, and it instantly stills my movements. I'm embarrassingly hard right now. I can feel drops of my precum coating the inside of my pants, and I'm reminded that I went commando today. The sensation of the rough material rubbing against my crown isn't helping matters, along with the pain my little purple pixie fairy is inflicting.
"Mmmm, Lavender, can you stop biting me, so I can release you?" I growl, my neck tilted back as I try to stop my eyes from rolling to the back of my skull with pleasure. Her teeth release my flesh, and I almost beg her to bite me again. I chew down on the inside of my bottom lip, until my mouth fills with the taste of copper pennies, to halt the words that will make me sound pathetic.
"Little cub, if you fail to make me come, just know when I get free from your little chains, we’re going to have a real problem," her husky voice has me instantly staring down at her with surprise. The look of fear has disappeared, and in its place is one of curiosity, heat, and attraction. However, I'm sure Istill see hesitation, almost as if she's forcing herself to continue, rather than demanding I remove the cuffs. The realization that this woman has secrets, lots of them, slides over me. I should stop this now. I don't want to get wrapped up in whatever her deal with Mayhem is. I'm trying to stay under their radar, win my fights, pocket my money, and get the hell out of Soule at the first opportunity.
"Not up to the task,little lion?" Her sexy voice inquires, as one eyebrow lifts in defiance. Just like that, any thought about stopping this, and walking away from her, goes up in rapid smoke. I slide completely off of her, crawl to the end of the bed, grab both her ankles, reach forward, and seize the waistband of her tight bike shorts and yank them down until her pretty cunt, covered in black, cotton underwear, is exposed.
I spread her legs wide to accommodate my broad, muscular shoulders. A shiver races through her body, and her back bows slightly off the bed, bringing me unhinged satisfaction. "Damn, baby, you've wrapped my present in my favorite color." I yank the shorts until they reach her knees, and with a naughty smirk, I grab the stretchy material with both hands, and rip them apart. "Oops, I hope those weren't your favorite pair." I drag my eyes away from the place I long to bury my face, and meet her expression of fury.
"Those were expensive, asshole," she growls, as I lean forward and lick a line right above the waistband of her panties.
"Promise, I'll buy you a new pair, Lavender," I groan as I use my teeth to drag her panties down past her waist, and my nose rubs against her heated flesh.Fuck, she smells so damn delicious.I'm about to gorge myself on the finest meal. A moan sounds in the air as she lifts her ass up, assisting me with getting her panties off.
"You're making a lot of promises, Simba, the lion cub. Let's hope you're not all roar and no talent."
Is there anything sexier than a woman challenging you to prove your worth?Fuck, not to me.I fist her panties, and rest my chin against her pretty pussy. "Say goodbye to these, too,pretty girl. They're about to die a quick death." I yank, and the sound of material tearing, and her whimper, fills the air. I throw the fabric on the side of my bed and feast my eyes on her pretty mound. She's freshly waxed, except for a landing strip of hair that leads me to paradise. I rub my nose down the strip of neatly trimmed dark hair, getting my fill of her scent.
"You're a little deviant freak, aren't you,cub?" Olly's voice is filled with heat, the words just above a whisper. I chuckle 'cause if she only knew how close she's hit the mark with her words, she'd probably run. Maybe one day I'll get to show her all the shit I'm into, that's if she doesn't immediately ghost me after this, not that I have any plans of allowing her to do that. I'm about to be stuck to her like a tick on a bloodhound.
I push her thighs wider and settle down on my stomach between them. “I wonder if your pretty cunt tastes even better from the source. Shall we find out?” My tongue slides out, and licks her from clit to puckered hole and back again, gaining my first taste of her sweetness.
"Oh, fuck." Her back arches off the bed with my next lick. I trail my tongue through her soaked pussy lips, licking and sucking up all of her wetness, until I reach her hard, little clit. My lips wrap around it, and I thrash it back and forth with my tongue, before sucking hard until I elicit a scream from her lips.
"Who'spurringnow, baby?" I grin into the skin just above her clit, as she tries to buck me off again, then wraps her muscular thighs tightly around my ears. Squeeze, baby. All I picture is a watermelon shattering under the strength in her legs, and that turns my libido up another notch.
"Shut the fuck up and enjoy your dinner, kitty," Olly giggles as she suffocates me in her pussy, and my cock gets even harderat the thought that my last breath could be filled with her sweet scent, and taste. I suck and lick her clit, and slide my hand forward, stroking the crease where her core meets her upper thigh before sliding my fingers to her opening. I push against her hold, needing to see her face as I plunge my fingers inside of her. She lifts her head and meets my gaze, staring down at me as a blush crosses her cheeks, and she bites down on her bottom lip.
"You taste like my demise, sweet Lavender." I don't hesitate, plunging two fingers deep inside her slick core and begin to thrust to a rhythm that matches the tempo of my frantic heartbeat. Damn, she's so tight and warm, my poor cock leaks and begs to get in on the action.
