My body betrays me completely, a rush of heat flooding through me that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with want. His hand still rests against my throat, where my pulse must be racing beneath his touch.
His eyes drop to my lips, and I see something crack in him—that iron control finally splintering. I’m not afraid of the darkness I see there. Instead, it calls to something wild in me, something I never knew existed until this moment.
“Havoc,” I breathe, his name escaping my lips on a whisper of desire, of need so pure it frightens me.
He groans, a deep, primal sound that reverberates through his chest and into mine. His hand slides from my throat to cup my jaw, fingers threading into my hair. His thumb traces my lower lip, and my eyes flutter closed at the sensation.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he murmurs, his voice rough like gravel.
When I open my eyes, his face is so close to mine that our breaths mingle. I can taste the whiskey on his breath, feel the heat of his body mere inches from mine. His lips hover above mine, so close that the slightest movement would bring them together.
I lift my chin, heart hammering in my chest, every nerve ending alive and waiting. The tension between us is a living thing, electric and dangerous.
Havoc’s eyes are wild as he holds himself there, suspended in that moment ofalmost. His lips hover over mine, not quite touching, the promise of a kiss that hasn’t happened yet.
10
HAVOC
Ishouldn’t fucking do this. Shouldn’t kiss my dead best friend’s daughter. I shouldn’t want to throw her on the bed and bury myself inside her until I don’t know where she ends and I begin. Shouldn’t want to breed that sweet, innocent pussy I know is hiding under her jean shorts. But god fucking help me… I’m at my breaking point.
With a growl that sounds like hunger mixed with defeat, I crash my lips against hers. When she gasps in surprise, and I get my first taste of heaven, my fingers clench around her neck reflexively. My tongue twines with hers as I conquer her mouth, and the little whimper she makes? Fuck, it makes my dick leak like I’m getting sucked off by a pro.
I slide my hands down her body, exploring her gentle curves, relishing in the feel of her silky skin.
“God fucking damnit, baby girl,” I pant against her lips. “You drive me insane.”
“Havoc,” she whimpers, her fingers fisting my T-shirt and pulling me closer like she’s as hungry as I am.
Moving my lips over the line of her jaw, I breathe into her ear, loving her quivering responses. “Yes, darling?”
“I…” she starts, trailing off when I tug on her earlobe.
“You what? Use your words, baby girl.”
“I need you,” she finally says on a ragged exhale. “Please.”
Her words go straight to my cock. Without conscious thought, I slide my hands under her ass and pick her up. I turn us around and press her against the door, grinding my pelvis between her legs as her legs wrap around me.
Her mouth falls open in surprise, the blue of her eyes swallowed by her widening pupils.
“Is this what you need, hm?” I ask her, swiveling my hips. “You need to feel me against you?”
“Oh, god!” she yelps, her nails digging into my back where she holds on like she’s afraid I’ll drop her. No fucking way. Not until she comes for me.
“You like that, darling? Like feeling how hard you make me?” When the only sound is her harsh breaths and the rustle of fabric against fabric, I thrust harder and snarl in her face. “Answer me, baby girl.”
“Yes, Daddy!” she squeaks, then freezes, her eyes round with surprise.
Fuck. She didn’t mean to say it. It’s not some fake title a club girl might say to please me. She fucking meant it. And I’m on the verge of blowing my load in my goddamn pants like a horny teenager.
I growl like a savage, taking her mouth with another kiss that feels like barely restrained violence.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I say when I come up for air. Her cheeks are flushed with either arousal or embarrassment, and it only makes her more beautiful. “Fucking made for me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers, more hesitantly this time, like she’s testing the words.
“Do you like calling me that, baby girl?” I ask her with a low voice, my hips still moving against hers. “Does it turn you on?”
