I chuckled as I petted her like a dog. Just a little animal in heat, too dumb to answer questions after all her barks. “Okay? Just okay? I’ve fantasized it, all the way until you're screaming in pleasureandpain. Fuck, little girl, if I had a marker, I would writebratacross your forehead for how you’ve acted tonight.” I hummed under my breath as I continued sweeping my thumb across her bottom lip. The light-pink lipstick that covered that pout smeared slightly, sweeping onto her chin. The sight itself could’ve brought me to my knees. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Admit it. You want this as much as I do. It’s why you haven’t said the wordnoonce tonight.”
She visibly shuddered, almost like a ghost trailed its cold fingers down her spine, and just continued to stare at me. But the war raging through those eyes told me everything I needed to know.
The biker princess of Stormed Souls was already a part of the dark side, and even if she didn’t involve herself into the darkest of elements, she wanted to play with the abyss.
Finally, she spoke. “You’re right.”
“I’m right about wha?—”
“Just for tonight,” she interrupted, her tone carrying that goddamned stubborn quality.
Like hell. I would claim her in most senses tonight—make her my lady for the world to see, even if that scary motherfucker of her father tried to kill me—and she would know it.
Instead, and call me a sadistic fuck for being incapable of admitting the truth in the moment, I nodded. “Just for tonight.”
FIVE
PHOEBE
“Just for tonight,” he whispered.
I fit perfectly in between his spread legs. It was almost like I belonged there, staring up at him, holding his calf like a child would their parent when they were begging for something. I could feel the heat of his touch like a branding iron, his thumb constantly rubbing against my bottom lip in soothing strokes.
And it fuckingterrifiedme.
No man had ever affected me like this. I didn’t know how to feel about it.
Which is why I was an absolute wimp and nearly begged him to agree that this would end after the night was over, even if it felt wrong to the strongest degree. I didn’t know how people were able to breathe when they were captivated with another human so much, for such a small amount of time. Especially when that human started treating you like you were a loveranda whore.
He was simply everything in that moment, and I was a coward.
“Are you sure?” Aureo asked once more. He never moved his brown, deep gaze away from my own. For him to be a man who belonged to the Stormed Souls, he was surprisingly very clean-cut. He could easily have fit the bill of wearing a suit in a major company just as well as he could ripped jeans and leather vests on machines of steel.
I nodded in response. I think my voice would have cracked if I said anything.
“Good,” he nearly purred. “Now, rub my cock through my jeans, little one.” His fingers moved away from my mouth, only to cup my jaw once more. Maybe for the second time that night, I listened tohim. I truly wanted nothing more than to curse the seven heavens when I noticed how my hand was shaking.
It wasn’t like I was a saint by any definition of the word.
I had sex. A lot of it.
And still, my hand shook like it was my first time giving a man a hand job. Anxiety clawed at my brain. I was terrified of the man before me, yet my pussy ached for his touch—for his tongue. He aroused me in the most commanding ways, and I couldn’t tell if it was pleasure or humiliation that scoured me.
His gaze moved down from my face, following my hand, and a harsh breath escaped his clenched teeth when I palmed his length. Even behind the rough material of his jeans, he felt thick and hard, I swore I almost gulped. I felt the slightest tremor through Aureo’s arm.
He continued, nearly growling. “Take it out.”
I stilled, my caresses stopping entirely. “You take it out. You’re the one who seems to have such good control of it. Look, it’s hard and everything!” With added affect, I tapped his dick in a petting gesture. “Good boy.”
“Take my cock out of my jeans.” His voice washarsher. I looked up at him to see his lips curling back in a snarl of sorts. “Am I going to have to repeat everything I say all fucking night?”
Finally.
I was finally able to go back to exactly who I was: that girl fought anything with a pulse. Even if it ended in me getting my ass kicked.
“I don’t know. Are you going tosoftlydemand things like you’re entitled to them all night long? I could be hard of hearing, you know. Isn’t a real man supposed to take what he wants?” I bit back, purposely squeezing his length harder than necessary, causing him to flinch just slightly.
He would be fine.
