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I gazed into his eyes.
“You want me, and right now, I can hardly stand because I want you so badly.”
I licked my lips. My body seemed to undulate in time to the pitch and fall of his voice. “You’re a killer.”
“Yes,” he said.
“You’re a bad man.”
“Yes,” he said, his nostrils flaring.
“I shouldn’t want you.” I shook my head.
He kissed me.
I kissed him back.
He unzipped my dress.
It fell open.
He pushed it down to my waist.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, and I felt the air hit my skin. My nipples stiffened.
He sucked in a breath, taking me in. His other hand was still in my hair. He was holding me close to him.
I couldn’t get away. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt languid warmth steal through my core. I was bared to him and keyed up and ready…
“Nice,” he whispered, one hand cupping my breast. “Nicer than I imagined.”
A surge of pleasure went through me. I shut my eyes.
His mouth on my nipple, hand loosening in my hair.
I threw back my head, letting out a little sigh.
He sucked.
A jolt of goodness shot down my body, lighting up my sex, where I was growing moist.
His mouth moved to my other breast. And then he went back and forth for what felt like several eternities. Each time he would take my sensitive flesh in his mouth, I thought that it was the most pleasure that I’d felt. And with each lick and suck and gentle nibble, my pleasure deepened. He worked me into a fever. I clutched him, gasping and moaning as he teased and tortured me.
He raised his head to look at me. “You like that, love?”
“Y-yes,” I managed.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Very wet?”
“Dripping,” I gasped.
Abruptly, his hand tightened in my hair, yanking my hair against my neck.
It was painful. I yelped.
He loosened his grip for a second.
The release of the pain flooded me with pleasure, just like the spanking before. I moaned.
He kissed my neck. “Get on your knees,” he breathed.
Oh, fuck, he was going to make me… I did it. I was so turned on, and I remembered the way his cock had felt in my hand and inside me and I wanted to taste him. I wanted my mouth on him. I dropped to my knees, and he guided me there.
He looked down at me. He was beautiful, towering over me, tall and lean and powerful. “Unzip me.”
I did.
He smiled. “You want to suck me, don’t you?”
“I do,” I admitted.
“Tell me how much.”
“Very much,” I breathed. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Of course you do,” he said, freeing his erection. His hand tightened in my hair again.
I gasped.
He guided himself into my mouth.
I eased my lips over the head of his penis, letting him slide inside my mouth. He wasn’t only long, he had a lot of girth to his cock, and I had a few moments of panic, unsure of how I was going to accommodate him.
He was urging himself inside, holding my head in place.
I had to take him, had to let him in, and I did.
His cock filled my mouth, bumping against my throat, taking up every available space.
I fought not to gag.
He stroked my cheek. “Good girl,” he soothed. “You can take a little more.”
I didn’t think—
But he was pressing, pushing, and then… suddenly, he had slid deeper, and I’d sort of… swallowed him. I couldn’t make noise. Couldn’t breathe. But if I could have, I would have moaned, because it was explosively good. I felt claimed and filled, and I liked it. There was something pleasant about it, something all-encompassing, and my pussy clenched appreciatively. I was getting even wetter.
He held me by the hair, keeping me there as he began to gently thrust. “Suck me, Shell,” he murmured. “Suck me hard.”
I complied. I applied the suction, and he did the rest.
He gently and thoroughly fucked my mouth, driving his cock deep, making me swallow him, and then pulling out so that I was sucking the tip and I could breathe.
It was slow and intense. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I was so fucking turned on that I could feel moisture escaping from between my legs, making my thighs slick.
I looked up at him as I took him down my throat, and he was gazing down at me.
It was utterly intimate, utterly erotic. I was buoyed up by goodness, by euphoria. I felt as if I was riding the edge of an orgasm.
He stroked my cheek again. “I’m going to come in your mouth,” he said in a soft voice. “And you’re going to swallow it.”
I tried to nod. I wanted that. I wanted all of him. I wanted him to release in me, to give me everything.
“Don’t worry, love,” he whispered. “I won’t be done after that. I’ll make sure to take care of you. After I have your mouth, I want your pussy again.”
My whole body clenched.
He shut his eyes. His breath was labored. “Keep sucking, love. Just like that. Fuck, you look hot like that, on your knees with your tits out, your mouth full of my cock.”
I kept sucking.
“Touch your nipples,” he said in a strained voice.
I did. A flood of pleasure washed over me.
“Pinch them,” he ordered.
I did. I almost tumbled over the brink. I moaned around his flesh.
And he drove himself down my throat, stopping my breath, and pumping into me, jet after jet of it.
Which I swallowed, milking his shaft with my throat, taking everything he would give me.
He pulled out of my mouth and raised me to my feet. He kissed me hard. And then his hands came under my legs as he picked me up. He carried me over to the bed, where he stripped the rest of the red dress from me. I was completely bare beneath it. It had been the only way to have a smooth silhouette.
He liked that. He made a noise of approval, deep in his throat.
He lay me back on the bed and nuzzled my breasts, kissing each of my nipples. His kisses trailed down my stomach, over my belly. He placed a kiss on the top of my mound.
“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “You’re so wet for me.”
I whimpered.
“I bet you want to come,” he said. “Not yet.” He touched my clit with one finger.
It should have sent me over the edge. I was pretty damned sure that I’d never been this aroused in my entire life, and I had nearly come from my own hands on my nipples. And yet, I didn’t, not if he wouldn’t let me.
“Oh, good girl,” he said, with a grin of satisfaction. “You’re very responsive to me. You’ll come when I tell you, not before.”
I groaned, frustrated. I was so turned on that it was almost torture
He kissed my labia. He licked it, kneeling between my legs to apply his tongue to my aching slit.
I thrashed. It felt good. It felt too good. I wanted to come. “Please,” I heaved.
“Shh…” he whispered. “Soon.
He flicked his tongue over my clit.
I clenched, but I didn’t go over the top. I moaned. “Cade, please. Please.”
“You really want to come, don’t you, love?” he crooned.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes.”
He tongued my clit again. “Mmm… you’re a little live wire. You have a very pretty pussy, love.”
I grunted. My hips were moving against him, against my volition. I wanted to rip my hair out. I was dying for this.
His mouth was against my clit again. Gently, he sucked my nub into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over it.
I cried out.
He blew on my clit. “Okay, sweet girl. I’m going to do that one more time, and you can let go when you feel it, okay? You can come for me.”
But then he was sucking my clit in again, tonguing it at the same time.
And then I saw the stars. I climaxed, hitting a threshold, the earth shattering to pieces beneath me. And then suddenly, I climbed to another level, a higher level, more intense pleasure. And I climaxed again. And then I climbed higher. And higher.
I bucked and twitched as each threshold brought more intensity. I had never…
“Fuck,” I moaned, my pussy taking me higher still.
He was still licking me.
“Cade, God, Cade.”
And then I hit the highest, the pinnacle, and I rained down like fireworks, falling in streaks of glittering, burning white-hot light back to the bed.
Where I lay, barely able to breathe as the cluster of orgasms slowly left me.
When I could focus again, I realized that Cade was naked and next to me, holding me as I came back to earth.
I looked at him. “That was…”
He kissed me.
His mouth was sweet and soft and good.
His hands skimmed over my body.
“I never felt anything…”
He put my hand on his cock. His voice was raw. “I’m hard for you again. Can you take my cock?”
I gasped. “I…”
He rolled onto me, spreading me out beneath him on my back.
My legs fell open under him. They felt inundated, weakened by the earlier onslaught.
“I need you to take it.” An urgent whisper.
I touched his face.
He kissed me again.
And as his tongue slid into my body, so did his cock.
We rocked against each other, soft and easy at first.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he whispered.
My eyes snapped open. “Condom,” I said.
“Shit.” He stopped moving. “I never do this.”
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter.”
He made a deep thrust. “You sure?”
“You don’t care either?”
“You mean do I care if I knock you up?”
Oh, holy fuck. Why did those words send a thrill through me?
He buried his face in my shoulder. “Maybe I want to.” He thrust again.
And another orgasm started to rip through me. I pumped my hips against his. “Fuck me, Cade.”
“Oh, yes,” he muttered.
“Fuck me hard.”
He did.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Cade
The whole room smelled like sex. And for good reason, because we had to have done it at least three times the night before. The last time, we’d awoken after sleeping a bit and reached for each other in the darkness. Both of us were a little sore, so we’d done it slowly and carefully. And I’d come inside her again.
Fuck, how many times had I come inside her?
I looked over at her. It was morning now, late morning. The sun was streaming in through the glass walls, but it wasn’t overly bright because my house was nestled amongst the trees and the shade gave a good amount of cover.
She looked so pretty and sweet and vulnerable in her sleep.
I sat up, rubbing my face.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Sure, when you’re turned on, and drunk on each other’s bodies, it seems really hot to have unprotected sex. Riding the risk of it makes the climax even hotter, even sweeter. I’d never come like that, and I didn’t think I’d had that many orgasms in one night since I was fifteen.
Fuck.
If she got pregnant, she would get rid of it. Because no woman would want to be carrying a killer’s child. And, hell, we didn’t even know each other, and…
But she got rid of it…
Damn it.
I stalked over to the closet and yanked on one of my robes. I went down the steps, leaving her alone. I would do my morning routine, and pretend that none of this happened. Weights. Cardio. Shower.
I’d sweat her away. Wash her away.
And it would be like it never happened.
She might be upstairs in my bed, but it didn’t mean anything.
Soon, she’d be gone, like every other woman who’d ever been in that bed.
Because I knew that I would always be alone.
Always.
* * *
Shell
I woke up alone in his bed. My entire body felt pleasantly sore, and muscles that I hadn’t used much until last night ached a little. But it was delicious. I rolled over in the bed and pulled the covers up around myself and shut my eyes, just remembering him. Remembering every second of our time together, all the times we’d made love.
Hands down, he was the best lover I’d ever had.
And I was… Oh, holy hell, I was falling for him in spite of everything. I didn’t know how to stop myself. There couldn’t be a future in this…
But I thought of the way he’d said that he wanted to get me pregnant, and it made me feel fluttery inside.
Not that I wanted to get pregnant or anything. I mean, I did eventually. I had always figured that I would in a couple of years. I didn’t want to be a really old mom, so I wanted to have at least one kid before I turned thirty. So, it wouldn’t be awful if I—
Oh, what was I thinking?
I sat up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. There was no way that I could have a baby with Cade. He was a dangerous man, and I had watched him whistle while he dumped a body off a bridge last night.
And yet… the last time that we’d made love last night had been so tender and slow. I couldn’t see how a man who was as bad as Cade claimed to be could be so gentle with me.
I buried my face in my hands.
And then I got out of the bed, and abruptly started giggling at the sensation of his semen spilling out of my body. Holy fuck, I was like full of his come.
I giggled some more. It was funny, and a little gross, but also… nice. Like, I felt very claimed. He left himself inside me, and now I belonged to him.
I sighed.
I really was falling for him.
“Bad Shell,” I whispered to myself. “Bad Shell, don’t fall for him.”
“Shell?” called Cade’s voice from down the steps.
“Yeah?” I said.
“There’s a robe in the closet you can wear.”
Oh, that was good, because I was totally naked, and the only clothes I had up here was my dress from last night. Not the kind of thing that I wanted to put back on again in the morning. I padded across the bedroom to open up his closet.
Jesus Christ. His closet was the size of my bedroom. It took me a moment to spy the robe amongst all his clothes—suits and shirts and jeans and shoes. Just a sea of stuff, all folded and carefully put in its place.
I winced, thinking of my apartment. He probably thought I was a slob.
Then I saw the robe. It was black silk, and it was too small to belong to him. It was a woman’s robe. I pulled it on. Well, so, he had a woman’s robe in his house. It wasn’t like I thought he was a monk. Judging from the cleanliness of his place, he had obviously laundered it since the last woman had been in it.
Still…
I shrugged it on, but I felt a little tug at my heart. I didn’t want to be just another one of his women. He was special to me, and I wanted to be special to him.
I sagged against the closet door. I had it bad already. This wasn’t going to turn out well. This was going to end with me getting my heart broken. But since I was already in so deep, I guessed there was no point in trying to stop it.
I headed down the stairs.
He was standing in the kitchen, wearing a tank top and sweat pants. The tank top was plastered to his body with sweat, and there was a towel around his neck. “Hey,” he said. “I just got back from a run. There’s fruit.” He gestured to a bowl on the counter. “I usually don’t eat very heavy in the mornings, but if you’re hungry...”
“Fruit’s fine,” I said, grabbing a banana.
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br /> He grinned at me. “You look…”
My hand went to my hair, and I felt myself flush. I hadn’t even looked in the mirror. I probably looked terrible.
“Adorable,” he finished. He kissed me on the forehead.
I looked up at him, feeling shy.
He caressed my cheek. Then he pulled away, abruptly. “Sorry. I’m disgusting and sweaty. You probably don’t want me near you.”
“No,” I said, reaching for him. “It’s fine. I don’t mind your sweat.” I liked the smell of him, if I was honest. It was musty and primal.
He grinned again. “Okay.”
I grinned too.
He shifted on his feet. “I was going to get in the shower.”
“Shower, yeah,” I said. A shower sounded amazing.
His grin turned wicked. “You want to join me, love? Finish your banana.”
* * *
Shell
Cade’s shower was made of sleek black stone. It had one of those huge circular shower heads that cascaded straight down overhead. The first thing he did once he got under the water was to brush his teeth. He said he always brushed his teeth in the shower, because it saved time.
“I have guest toothbrushes,” he said.
There were four of them in the cabinet just outside the shower. They were in their packages, never opened. I selected a blue one, and then I brushed my teeth and watched him from behind, checking out his ass, which was about as perfect an ass as they come, if you asked me. But I was starting to become biased when it came to Cade, I had to admit it.
After we brushed our teeth, he put down his toothbrush and came for me.
He pressed me into the wall and put his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth.
I clung to him. Our bodies were wet and slippery, and I felt myself begin to wake up.
His fingers explored me, cupping my breasts, darting between my legs.
I touched him too, finding him hard and thick in my hand, and I rubbed his erection.
He pushed me into the wall face first, told me to spread my legs in a rough voice.
I was already wet for him, or maybe I was still just so slick from all the times he’d come in me already. Thinking of that, though, froze me.
He must have felt me stiffen. “What?” he whispered.