“I want to touch you.”
“Touching me won’t be enough. You need to pay me back for everything you put me through.”
He reaches up, grabbing the zipper riding his huge bulge, and then he unzips. The sound is like sex to me. He pulls down his slacks slowly, and I gaze at his deeply carved Adonis belt, the thickness of his cock. It bounces free as his slacks fall to the ground in a small heap, and I stare as a violent heat takes over my chest. He’s even bigger than I thought. Huge. My pussy aches just staring at him, but then I imagine what it’d be like having that head push between my legs. Fucking him is going to hurt, but it will be such a sweet pain that I won’t care. He grabs himself again, and another small thrill hits my heart.
“What do you want me to do?”
He grins at me and snakes his hand around the back of my head. A bead of liquid rolls down his pebbled head and hangs precariously. It wavers in front of my lips and then he applies pressure to the back of my head. Anxiety hits my stomach. I’ve never sucked cock before, but I’ve fantasized about it. I’ve watched enough porn to know the general motions. Excitement ramps up in my stomach as I lean forward, swiping my tongue across his cock. He makes a small sound at the back of his throat, and then I wrap my hand around him as my lips touch his head. I swirl my tongue around his cock, getting used to the sensation as I gradually inch him inside my mouth.
His fingernails scrape the back of my head as another grunt escapes his lips. I wet his cock, running my tongue down the whole length of him until I touch the base. Then I take him in my mouth again and suck. I’m appalled by the sounds I’m making—the filthy, wet sounds that I only heard in porn videos. Am I like them? Am I a dirty, cock-hungry slut, like Silas would have me believe?
Shit. I am hungry for him.
Silas makes another deeply relaxed noise, and suddenly I feel a rough pinch of my nipple. I swirl my tongue over him, sucking and stroking at the same time. Occasionally I pause to tease his head. His low growl shakes through my body, and then he yanks my hair, forcing me backward.
I sink into the bed as Silas crawls over me, a frightening look on his face. I’ve never seen anything like it. He’s so turned-on that he looks like he could kill.
“Fawn,” he growls into my ear. “What kind of bullshit name is that?”
I open my mouth to snap back, but then his hands find their way to my pussy and I find that I don’t really give a shit about anything he says. The hard edge of his cock digs into my hip so hard that I feel that it’ll leave a bruise. Damn it, I’m going to snap.
“You’re not a fucking deer. You’re a sex kitten. Look at how wet you are.”
I hate the little laugh in his voice, and I hate when he shows me his two fingers, covered in my juice. He raises himself on his elbows, pinning me down as he grinds his hips against me. He’s trying to look confident, but I can see his resolve crumbling, his eyes trembling with excitement. He wants me just as much.
“Tell me how badly you want me.”
“I’ve been waiting five years for a man like you to fuck me.”
Christ, I want it so badly that tears sting the corners of my eyes. I blink them away and suddenly his lips crash against mine. I rip the buttons on his shirt and run my hands over his chest, anchoring over his hard shoulders. His warm body flattens against mine, his male scent wrapping around me. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve actually felt a man skin to skin. I could lie in his arms for hours, content.
Silas sits upright, his body heavy over my legs. There’s a large, black tattoo square in the middle of his chest. Tribal tattoos snake around his neck and across his pecs, which are lean, flat, and hard. Damn, just staring at his body makes my skin burn. He is all male—a hundred-something pounds of lean, hard muscle and dark hair leading in a line between his sculpted abs, and that gorgeous Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat.
He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, and then I realize that he’s trying to calm himself. He’s probably trying to keep himself from plunging his cock inside me.
“Silas, we might not have much time.”
“I love hearing you beg.”
“Are you some kind of sadist?”
Smiling, he leans down slightly and takes my face in his hand. He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. “Maybe.”
I hear the crinkle of foil and gasp when I see him rolling the condom over his cock. Then his hand gathers both my wrists, and he pins them above my head.
This is really fucking happening.
He bends over me, taking my breast in his mouth as my legs wrap around his waist. I anticipate the burn—the pain. His tongue does circles over my nipple as a huge pressure teases my pussy. I feel his cock sliding up and down, stimulating all my nerves. Then he bites down and I let out a sharp cry, but he soothes the pain with his tongue. His thickness keeps nudging my clit and my chest feels as though it’s ablaze. Electricity shoots down my pussy with every flick of his tongue on the sensitive skin, and I gasp to the ceiling. Then I feel his hips move.
Oh God. It’s been so long, and I feel his head pushing through as I clench hard around him. I dig my heels into his back, but he pulls out.
“No!”
He lifts his head, laughing when I cry out. “You teased me for weeks. You can’t handle five minutes of foreplay?”
“It’s been five fucking years of foreplay.”
He nudges his cock inside me again, just the tip, and ecstasy floods my veins, driving the rage out. Silas bends over, his lips touching mine as his head slides in and out of me. I struggle with my arms, but his hand tightens over my wrists and holds me. It’s kind of embarrassing how easily he pins me down, and at the same time I feel a flood of heat to my pussy. No one’s ever held me down like this.
“I’m trying to go easy on you.”
“I don’t want easy,” I say immediately. “I want rough and hard.”
Fuck yes. It’s been five years, and I want to be fucked as though I’m irresistible. I want to feel like the sex kitten he says I am. I want dirty, hot, rough sex and I want it now.
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”
Not really. “Yes.”
A grin spreads over his face, his eyes mirroring the wildness inside him. “If you want me to slow down, bite me.”
“What?”
His mouth smothers mine before I can finish asking what he meant, and at the same time he shifts his hips brutally forward. I scream into his mouth as his cock impales me, every inch of him buried in my tight pussy. His lips pull away from my mouth and then he pulls out suddenly only to hammer into me again. Holy fuck. It hurts—it’s raw, but I can handle it. My yell rebounds harshly in the room, and then his palm wraps around my mouth, his middle finger pushing between my lips.
Silas holds me down as his hips grind against mine. There’s no mercy in his thrusts, and every one of them knocks the air right out of my chest. My lips wrap around his finger, but I don’t bite down. Sweet pleasure rides up my spine, spreading all over my skin when he presses his lips against my neck. They’re sweet kisses, almost an apology for his brutal thrusts and holding me down and silencing my moans.
I can see Silas bent over me in the closet mirror. The image of myself splayed beneath him, helpless, sends a thrill to my heart. It’s fucking shocking. It’s wrong, but I love it.
“My cock aches for you. Do you feel it throbbing inside you?”
I do. Every inch of me is wrapped tight around every inch of him.
My body trembles as he pounds me, his hips connecting with mine in a loud, wet slap that makes me gasp in pain and pleasure. Then he lets go of my wrists and reaches down to touch me. He pinches my clit, and ecstasy floods my brain as he fucks me. I’ve never been with a man like this, who actually knew what he was doing. I wrap my arms around his neck, howling into his hand. I need to keep quiet, but I can’t when every part of me wants to scream with the sheer ecstasy of him taking me.
Then he pulls out completely, and I clench at
the air, feeling empty without him. His hand slides from my mouth as he grabs my waist and flips me over. His wet cock presses against the back of my thigh as he digs into my head and yanks me to my knees. The back of my head screams as he tightens his fist around my hair.
“I am going to fuck you until you’re numb.”
The roughness in his voice cuts into me, punctuated by the thick pressure digging into my pussy. I cry out as he sinks into me, marveling at how different he feels. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, naked and on all fours as a man twists his hand in my hair and fucks me from behind. This can’t be real—I can’t really be getting fucked by the man I lusted after for weeks. Then his body weight bears over mine and he pulls my hair so that I twist my head to receive his brutal kiss. Then he comes—I know it because he lets out this long, drawn-out groan and I feel his cock jump inside me. I collapse over the bed as he snakes his arm around my tits, squeezing them as his other hand plays with my pussy. He’s still hard, and he fucks me as he presses down on my clit. My breath tries to catch up with my heart, and then I come apart in his arms. My body spasms as he pulses inside me, his hand on my pussy suddenly intolerable as I clench hard.
“Oh my God!”
This night is a list of firsts. Never blown a guy. Never been fucked from behind. Never had an orgasm during sex. Never been fucked so hard that I turned into a puddle of water in his arms.
I go limp, breathing hard as he rolls on his back, his arms still wrapped around me. My hands and feet tingle as I lie against his chest, digging my fingers into his damp hair. I don’t feel the tips of my fingers.
“I’m numb.”
He makes a sound of laughter through his nose as his hand strokes my body. His nails slightly drag over my skin. I could sleep in his arms like this. Then a crushing realization dawns on me. I can’t spend the night with a man. I’ll never be able to fall asleep in someone’s arms.
And that just kills me.
I just want to milk this moment for a little while longer and forget about the fact that I’ll probably never have this experience again.
“Have you been in the city before?”
“Yeah,” he says in a loud exhale. “Grew up here.”
His voice sort of has a despondent tone. God, what I would give to live a day in his shoes. What makes someone want to kill people for a living? How the hell do you even get into that line of work?
“Wow, where did you live?”
Suddenly his hands stiffen on my body and the warmth seems to draw from them. “A few places around the city.”
“Like?”
“What’s with the twenty questions, hon?”
There’s that word again. It sends a pleasant shiver down my spine, even though he sounds annoyed. “I’m just trying to get to know you.”
I just want to remember every detail of this night, that’s all.
“There won’t be any getting to know me. This is just a one-time thing.”
My chest tightens as the truth sinks in, and he stares back at me with nothing in his eyes to suggest anything but the truth.
“Just one time?”
I smooth my hand over his abdomen, watching his eyes as I reach down to grab his cock. I squeeze him, and his eyes glaze over. My skin tingles with energy as I feel him slowly get hard again.
“I have five years worth of fucking to condense into one night, don’t I?”
I bend my head closer, feeling a rush of blood to my face the moment I press my lips against his. He puts his hand between my legs and in seconds, I’m soaking.
“Yes.”
He grasps my jaw again and squeezes. “Beg.”
I want to tell him to get stuffed. I’m the daughter of a Council member. Do you really think I beg anyone for anything?
“Please fuck me.”
He smiles, shaking his head. “You still sound demanding.”
He fucks me with his fingers, and I repeat it over and over until it’s a shrill whisper. Then finally he puts my legs on either side of his shoulders and his cock spreads me open, fulfilling a deep ache pounding inside me. He fucks me with the stamina of a racehorse. He fucks me until I can’t breathe, until I’m screaming his name and he has to cover my mouth again. My body jolts with the force of his thrusts, and then we orgasm at the same time. I cling to his neck and cry out into his chest. It’s beautiful.
* * *
He’s gone before morning.
His side of the bed was already cold by the time I woke up. I can’t complain. I got what I wanted out of him, just as I’m sure he got what he wanted out of me. It was a casual hookup, plain and simple. Except I know that I’ll replay every detail of what happened last night for the rest of my life, including every word Silas ever said to me.
I smile in the darkness, feeling wonderfully sore between my legs. I want to find him and fuck him again and again, but I know that we can’t. Like he said, it’s a one-time thing.
I roll off my bed and open the shades over my windows, wincing as bright light pokes my eyes hard. I walk through the suite, half hoping that I’ll run into him making coffee in the kitchen, but I know he’s long gone by now.
There’s some commotion in the hallway—distant shouts that I can’t really make out. Someone screaming, “Bed!” It doesn’t make any sense. I glance at the clock, and realize that it’s almost eight a.m. The guards know to keep it down in the morning. What the hell are they thinking?
Then a furious series of knocks trembles my door.
“Ms. Haines! Are you all right?”
An unfamiliar voice.
My bare feet pad over the mahogany wood and I carefully reach for the doorknob, peering out the hole first. A man with blond hair and a round face stands there, and I recognize him as I open the door. He’s that guy who’s got all the girls’ panties in a goddamn twist. He showed up about six months ago with his gang—the Powell Street Crew. I don’t pay attention to the politics of this place, but Viper got attention the moment he walked through the doors. The leader of the ruthless Powell Street Crew was a man with boyish good looks and a smile that won over everyone. Too baby faced for me, but he’s decent looking, I guess.
“You’re okay. Thank God.”
“What’s going on?”
“You need to come with me.”
I roll my eyes at him. When are these idiots going to realize that they can’t order me around?
“I don’t need to go anywhere.”
“Ms. Haines, it’s for your own safety. There’s been a murder and we need to search your suite.”
“On this floor?” My voice echoes. “When?”
“Last night.”
What?
I lean outside and glance down the hallway, and I’m surprised to see a group of men corralling off the entrance to my dad’s room. There are five or six of them, and a stream of people filtering in and out of the room.
“You need to come with me.”
Viper’s hand encircles my arm, but I can’t tear my eyes away from the men gathered at Dad’s door. What the hell are they doing? One of the guards, a thick-necked idiot called Bryce, rubs both hands over his face. He looks up suddenly, his skin blotchy and his eyes red.
I’m cold, and Viper’s touch makes me cringe. It’s like the bite of ice.
“What happened?”
“You don’t want to see this—”
There’s a loud bang, and I turn my head to see a man bent over at the waist.
“Fucking Christ!”
He holds a pair of shoes as he backs out my dad’s doorway. Those shoes are attached to a pair of feet and thick legs. A black tarp hangs precariously over his body, but a human arm swings down and I catch a glimpse of a brass watch.
“That’s my dad’s watch!”
Viper’s fingers dig hard, rooting me to the spot as I lunge toward them.
“You shouldn’t see this.”
“That’s my dad! Take that sheet off him!”
“Ms. Haines—”
His voice is like an echo of Silas’s.
“Let go of me!”
I shove his chest, expecting him to release me. His fingernails bite into my arm, and then I’m yanked forward so that I can’t escape the fury pounding behind his gaze.
“Your father is dead. He’s been dead for hours, and I need you to come with me now.”
Dead?
“I don’t believe you. I need to see him!”
A flash of red moves across Viper’s eyes, and then he releases his hold on my arm. “As you wish.” He turns his head, calling out to them. “Boys, stop for a moment!”
The procession carrying the body stops in the middle of the hallway, and they glance around at me, clearly terrified to see me standing there. Viper strides to the man’s body, and then I realize how I never really noticed him before. He was barely a blip on my radar, and all of a sudden he’s pulling me out of my suite.
“Suit yourself,” he says with the faintest sneer. He lifts the edge of the tarp and throws it off the body.
A man as white as printer paper gapes straight ahead, his lids half-closed as his mouth hangs open, a red gash opening his throat from ear to ear. His cheeks are sunken in, and even though my dad was a big man I can see his cheekbones stark against his skin. His head lolls to the side, and my dad stares at me through the unfocused gaze of the dead.
A jolt hits my heart, and tears crowd my vision, blinding me. My dad’s dead. The man who raised and protected me is dead. All he wanted to do was make sure I was safe, and what did I ever do but treat him like scum?
Oh my God.
“They found him on the floor.”
“I don’t want to know!”
He frowns suddenly and flips the tarp back over Dad, hiding the horrific gash. I keep staring at that lump of flesh as shock crashes over me in wave after wave. How can that be him? How could this happen?
He was everything. He was the only thing, and now he’s gone.
* * *
I don’t remember how I get downstairs, only that I can’t stop staring at my hands, which shake like autumn leaves. The only thing I feel is a vague dizziness from the blood pounding in my veins. My head swims and waves of nausea keep rolling through my body at every image flashing through my head: the red gash opening his throat so wide I could see all the sinews of muscle, the unnatural paleness of his skin, and his milky eyes.
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