“I care about fucking you.” His grip in my hair tenses as he tugs my chin up. His lips suck at my neck and chin, moving to my mouth. “I care about filling you, stroking into you, again and again, stretching you wide?—“
“You’re deflecting.”
“I care about losing myself between your legs until I can’t think straight anymore.”
“Yep, sounds like you’re running from your feelings.”
“I’m running toward what feels good.”
“You always have an answer, don’t you?” I push forward, hands tugging on his hair in return. He grunts at that, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Admit you’re worried about your friend.”
“He’s an employee.”
“Bullshit. It’s more.”
“I’m blackmailing him, baby. I’m paying his debts. That’s the only reason he stays with me.”
I shake my head. “Just because you’re paying him, doesn’t mean you’re not friends. The man almost died for you.”
His expression darkens. There’s a real anger in his eyes now. “I know what happened.”
“Then admit you care. It’s not a bad thing.”
“I fucking care,” he snarls, pulling my hair. I gasp at his sudden intensity. His other hand rips my top up, yanking my bra withit, hand cupping my breast. He squeezes hard, sending a sharp pang of desire into my core. “I care aboutyou, Nika. I care about my fucking wife, and my soldiers, and my god damn friend dying in the other room.”
I slam my mouth to his, whimpering and desperate. He kisses me back hard, stripping me down, throwing off my shirt, tossing aside my bra. I do the same to him, then press myself against his chest, skin to skin. He pulls me back until my hands lean on his knees, his mouth on my breasts, sucking my nipples, tugging at my jeans. I lift up and stand as he peels them down, along with my panties, one hand slipping between my legs.
“I fucking care,” he repeats, his fingers gliding up and down my slit. I spread a little wider for him, standing while he sits, my fingers lacing into his hair as he licks and nips at my tits, his fingers teasing my pussy. “You think that’s easy for me? I tried to burn that part of me away.”
“I like it.” I bury my mouth in his hair, breathing him as his fingers slide inside, filling me. “Oh god, I really like it.”
“Of course you do, love. This is what you are. A filthy little slut for me, all needy and pathetic until my big cock’s between your legs.”
“Shit…”
“Tell me I’m wrong. You want me to care? Good, I care, especially about making you come. I want to taste it, smell it, breathe it. God, I want to see you break for me. I want to watch you crawl until you’re so tense you shatter.”
“Damn it, Gabe…” I pull back, about to tell him to stop making this about sex—but the needy look in his eyes, the desperation, makes me keep my mouth shut. He knows as well as I do whathe’s going through. He knows these feelings, caring about his men, about me and Daniel, he knows it’s fucking him up and making him stronger at the same time, but he needs some kind of vent for his frustrations.
And if I’m honest, I want that to be me.
I kiss him hard, bending forward to slip my tongue into his mouth as his fingers pump in deeper. When it feels like I might scream with how good it feels, I drop to my knees. He watches me, mouth open, and I love that look in his eye. He’s as out of control as I am.
I take his hand and lick his fingers clean, meeting his gaze defiantly, then help him get his jeans off. His dick’s so hard it twitches when he takes it out, one fist wrapped about the base, his eyes burning with how badly he wants me. The tip glistens with precum, wet and shining.
I love it. I love how badly he needs me to touch him. It makes me feel powerful and excited and fucked up all at once, and I can’t get enough.
I lean forward and kiss his tip. I suck it, tongue going into his slit. He moans, hunched forward, grip still at the base, his fingers wrapping into my hair. I hold his hips, lick harder, circling him, take him further into my mouth, sucking him. I hollow my cheeks, glide in more, until I feel his hand and can’t go any deeper. I pull back, gasping, spit drifting from my lips to his shaft. He leans down and kisses me hard, wet and spitty, before shoving me back down.
“Fuck, Nika,” he moans, thrusting into my mouth. I whimper but let him fuck my lips, heart pounding as I slip a hand between my legs, stroking myself. “God, you’re so fucking pretty. I want to ripyou to pieces, baby, and I want to fuck every inch of your bloody corpse.”
I jerk back, gasping. “Gabe!”
“That’s how badly I want you.”
“It’s weird!”
“Then stop sucking my cock if you don’t like it.”
