Page 17 of Marked By Myth

It only made me harder.

Finally, I threw her down on my bed. She bounced up and down on it, her eyes a wild and untamed fury that I remembered vividly.

“You can’t keep me here just because you say you can,” she spat. “I have rights.”

Leaning over her, I planted my fists on either side of her on the mattress. “You lost those rights the second you stepped foot in my clubhouse, baby. You’re mine, and I intend to show you just how fucking owned you are.”

Rox

Myth’s intensity had always been overwhelming, stifling even, but right now he was all animal. My body shivered in his presence, memories of what he could do to it strong in my mind.

When Myth was with you. He was all consuming, and powerful.

I’d missed being in his life, his bed, his heart. He had a way of making me feel complete in ways I’d never felt before.

But I couldn’t get caught in this trap again. I’d never recover. I barely did the first time around.

“Adrian…”

His mouth was on mine, silencing my plea. Pure raw, animalistic kissing that had my brain taking a slight vacation as I leaned into it. The way he could kiss…it was the stuff that women read about in their smutty books. It overpowered your senses, and pulled you into his web. My hands were useless against him, falling from his chest to his sides, and crawling around to wrap around him, my nails digging into his shirt.

God, he tasted like whiskey, and not the cheap stuff. The good stuff he coveted. Like the whiskey he kept in his office so none of the boys would drink it.

This was wrong.

I had a boyfriend—no, a fiancé—at home. I wasn’t a cheater. I had to stop–oh, why did he have to bite my lower lip like that before claiming my mouth yet again? I groaned into his mouth, eager for more. His cock was pressed against my core, denim and my panties the only thing stopping us.

Myth’s hand was under my tank top, kneading my breast through my lace bra. The feel of the lace moving over my peaked nipple was intoxicating. I moaned as he let up from my mouth, moving down to my top. Myth straddled me, looking down at me with raw intensity that should have me withering away, instead I was panting.

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

“Adrian–”

He ignored me as he grabbed my tank top at the collar and pulled. A deafening rip echoed around me as I looked down to see he’d ripped my tank top in the middle, the cotton stretching and ripping apart.

Oh jesus, how?

Myth’s mouth was on my lace covered breast then, pulling my nipple into his mouth. He ground his cock against my core again, earning himself a mewl of raw desire. I was wet, in simple terms, wetter than I’d been in years. He wouldn’t even need to prime me to take his girth at this point, almost like my body remembered what it was like to have him stretch and fill me completely.

Suddenly, that was all I could think about, having him fill me completely.

Snap!

My breasts tumbled free as my bra was snapped open, Myth’s hot mouth on my nipple, sucking, nipping. The sensations were overwhelming. Add onto that, his finger that was now stroking over my slit, pushing my wet panties into me, his thumb stroking my clit through the thin material.

I was going to come in my pants, before he even got his cock out. How long has it been since that had happened? I felt like a school girl with the popular jock behind the school gym.

Only we’d never been the good girl and bad boy, we’d both been bad, meeting in detention that fateful day.

Myth changed his rhythm, slipping a finger under my panties and moving his mouth to my other nipple. The cool air hit my wet nipple and sent my body arching off the bed when his rough finger slid over my clit.

Myth groaned around my nipple, “so fucking wet for me.”

His voice was all but a growl, a pure animalistic growl that had my pussy aching for his fingers, his cock…anything to fill her. My fingers grazed over his shoulders as he moved lower, leaving a trail of wet kisses along my belly. His hands were on my skirt, yanking it over my hips and down my legs. I felt so bare, my body on display like this had me crossing my arms over my tummy.

Myth noticed, and the look he gave me was one of anger, so much so I was edging back on the bed.

“Why the fuck would you cover yourself?” he growled, shoving my hands to my sides. “This perfect fucking body.”