Then, she thought about his offer of money along with Jerry’s offer that afternoon. Were there really men out there who’d pay for her … services?
She cut the thought off immediately. There was no way her mother would ever allow her to use her body for sex.
Would she ever know?
Facing her mother would be extremely difficult afterward. She’d rather work the two jobs than have to deal with her mother’s pain of knowing why she was sleeping around.
“I don’t show favoritism with customers. You come to the diner, and I’m more than happy to help.” She offered him a smile.
“You came to the party when the Chaos Bleeds crew returned. The day Ripper got his ass handed to him. You danced with Pussy, Death, and Devil. None of them posed a threat to you. Yet, me, you won’t give me two minutes to show you how good it can be between us.” He drained the pasta, reserved some cooking liquid then poured the cooked pasta into the pot.
In quick moments, the pasta with the cheese mix was finished, and he served it up.
“There, dinner is served.”
He put the plate in front of her, sitting opposite.
Picking up her fork, Mia wondered how she was going to stay immune with him looking more tempting than the food he offered.
Chapter Four
Curse watched Mia eat her food, doing her best to ignore him. Her raven hair fell around her in waves. The glossy length tempted him to reach out and touch. She didn’t dispute his claim, and he had an idea as to why she was nice to others but kept him at arms’ length.
Her palm stayed still on the table, and he wondered what had happened in her past to make her this unapproachable to other men. Whizz had gotten in touch with him while he’d been waiting in the pharmacy for her mother’s pills. While he was there, he’d gotten the morning after pill for Mia to take. The pills were effective for up to forty-eight hours after the encounter. Part of him wanted to hand her those pills while another wanted a reason for her to be with him. Ashley and Mia had been best friends even though they’d been different. Where Ashley was the cheerleader getting attention at every turn, Mia was the bookworm. In the yearbook they got voted for the strangest friendship in school.
Whizz had sent him the pictures in an email. Curse read every little detail on his phone as to the mysterious woman before him. Mia was an only child while Ashley had no family to speak of, and on prom night Ashley’s father was reported to have left the house and never returned. Ashley reported him as missing after three days from the prom.
There were holes in their lives that even Whizz thought was suspicious. The pictures he saw of Mia showed a happy-go-lucky, kind of girl. She didn’t resemble the girl in the picture. This woman in front of him had the weight of the world on her shoulders.
He didn’t want to bring up her past tonight. Curse wanted her to relax around him, get used to his company in order for her to confide in him.
She ate her pasta without making a sound.
“This is pretty good,” she said, offering a smile.
“I told you I can cook. I’m awesome in the kitchen.”
“You certainly look good. I bet more cookbooks would sell with you naked on the front cover.” Mia paused with the fork perched in front of her face. “Forget I said anything.”
“You think I’m sexy, Mia?” He watched her cheeks heat loving the way they glowed. She bowed her head over her plate, refusing to look at him.
Every chance she got she was always pulling away from him, creating a distance.
“Do you really need me to tell you?” she asked.
“I like hearing you admit it.” He stared at her, watching her look at her food, then up at him.
“Well you’re going to be waiting around a while. I’m not going to help your ego. It’s already big. I’m surprised you can fit into this small kitchen.”
He chuckled. Here she went pushing him away.
They finished their food, and he took the dishes, spilling them into the sink. He’d never been the one to do dishes, and he’d arrange for one of the women to clean the place. Grabbing her hand, he lifted Mia out of her seat and led her out of the room.
“Where are we going?”
Curse didn’t tell her. He took her upstairs to the main bedroom. Not giving her a chance to dispute him, he pressed her up against the nearest wall. The door was open, and he reached over to slam it shut. Flicking the lock into place, he kept his lips over hers to keep her in place.
She shoved at his chest. The fight in her was pathetic. Mia was fighting him, yet her heart wasn’t in it. Sinking fingers into her hair, he moaned at the feel of the soft strands running through his fingers.
Tugging on the length, he bowed her head back, and he kissed down to her neck.
“Tell me to stop, Mia. Tell me this would be rape if I continue.” He’d never force a woman who didn’t want him. If she really wanted him to stop then he’d do it.
Mia remained silent even as he begged her to tell him to stop. “You want my cock, my hands, my mouth on this fucking body?”
She shook her head.
He worked the top buttons of her uniform open.
“Tell me, Mia, or I’m going to stop this.”
“Please, touch me,” she said. Her voice was a mere whisper, but she stared at him, unwavering.
“You want my cock?”
Her head jerked in a nod.
“I’m going to need to hear you say it with those pretty lips.” He slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“I want your cock, your mouth, and your hands.” She took hold of his hands and placed his palm over her covered breast. “I want you.”
She swallowed past the lump in her mouth. He saw the movement.
Opening the top of her uniform he exposed her chest. The bra she wore was well washed and completely unsexy. He made a mental note to change it when he got the chance. Mia deserved to have sexy underwear that left her feeling more like a woman than anything else.
He shoved the uniform off her shoulders and watched it fall to the floor at her feet. She was curvy in all the right places. Curse put his hands on her hips seeing her flesh against his palm. “You’re so sexy and ripe.”
She took several indrawn breaths. Watching her inhale, he gazed up her body to rest on her blue eyes. Her skin was pale, her hair was dark, and her eyes the most breathtaking shade of blue. Curse not only saw her beauty, which he was sure many men saw. He saw deeper than that. Her eyes held knowledge of pain. The damage was so clear to see as she stared back at him. Whatever happened in the past had left its mark in her eyes if not on her body. From the front, he saw her skin was flawless, not a mark or a clue as to what she had done in the past.
Releasing her hair, he slid the strap of her bra down her arms. He reached around her, unhooking the strap of her bra to expose her large tits. The nipples were large, round, and made his mouth water.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
He smiled into her eyes. The desperation lingered in her depths. She was so used to controlling every aspect of her life, and here he was, giving her back that control. Did she need for him to not give her a choice anymore?
Cupping her naked breast, he watched her eyes dilate. He tugged at her panties, and they snapped at the harsh tug.
“You keep ruining my underwear.”
“I’ll buy you nicer ones.”
With a hand on her breast, he cupped her pussy, sliding a finger through her slit. She cried out.
“You’re so fucking wet. Are you horny, baby?”
“Yes.”
Gliding down, he slid a finger into her pussy then a second finger, stretching her.
He pressed a thumb to her clit watching her eyes close. When he pinched her nipple she jerked in his arms, screaming.
“A little bit of pain goes a long way, baby.”
She bit her lip, not disputing him.
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nbsp; Gritting his teeth, he felt her hot cunt grip his finger as he worked them inside her. “This is what you can get from me, Mia. I can give you a nice hard fuck. I can make your body come alive and give you the pleasure that consumes you until I’m the only one you think about.”
“And?” she asked.
Curse stared into her eyes, seeing the challenge reflect back at him.
Releasing her pussy and breast, he took a step back leaving some distance between them. He took another step back. Curse shoved his jeans down, exposing his body for her to see. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stared into her eyes, gripping his cock.
“What are you doing?”
He stroked his length and stared up and down at her naked body. She was so fucking tempting that she made him ache for more.
“You want me, then you’ve got to come and get me, baby.”
She laughed. “What are you trying to prove?”
“Nothing. I’m just curious to see if you’ll come and get what you want or if I’ll have to come and claim you.” He wouldn’t move from this spot.
Mia was the type of woman he’d need to catch. She didn’t trust anyone around her.
“You’re being an asshole.”
“Really? You think I’m being an asshole because I’m giving you a choice?”
“What choice?”
He smiled. “Either come here and get fucked by me or get your clothes and leave.”
“I can’t leave. I don’t even know where we are.”
“Then I suggest you make a choice, Mia.” He cupped his balls, staring down the length of her body. Her tits were so ripe and full. They rose up and down with each indrawn breath. Her hips were wide, and he couldn’t wait to fuck her from behind while grabbing those hips. Did she like her ass being fucked? He wanted to lay claim to her ass, mouth, and cunt. Every part of her was going to know what it was like to be fucked by him.
“There is no choice.” She turned away from him, showing off that lush ass.
“Do you really think it’s hard to pick me over leaving?” He released his cock. “There’s no hiding here, Mia. You don’t want to tell me about your past, then fine. I won’t ask anymore. You don’t want to date, then we don’t date. If you want to fuck, then you will come to me.”
“Or what?” she asked, gazing at him over her shoulder.
“Or I will fuck up every man you come into contact with. They’ll find a line of them waiting at the hospital,” he said.
“You’d really do that?”
“Baby, you’re mine. The sooner you realize who owns you, the better your life will be.”
“I’m my own person.”
“I’m not stopping you from being your own person. What I’m saying is you’re mine.”
He watched her fight. Running a finger across his lip, he waited for her to cave. She was a fiery woman and filled with so much lust. No man had ever gotten her to orgasm. The shock on her face in the bathroom had been clear for him to see. Curse liked the fact he was the only man to bring her to orgasm. He intended to be her first in many aspects of their lives.
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Curse was such a stubborn bastard. He wouldn’t give Mia a chance to leave. She wanted to walk out of that door and make her way home, but she wanted his warmth to surround her. The heat of the night would keep her skin warm, yet inside never felt warm. She didn’t know why she always felt empty. Jerry’s offer this morning came back to her. What would it be like to have a man to fuck every day?
No, she wouldn’t do that. Fucking was not the answer to her problems.
“No commitments.”
“None. We fuck. That’s it.” He stared at her, assessing. Curse always saw more than he should. She hated how easily he read her. She wasn’t some thing to be read and to know all the answers to. Her life didn’t accommodate men or time for herself.
She took a step closer. Curse wasn’t looking for commitment. He didn’t want anything from her but a fuck. Sex Mia could handle. Anything else and she moved on.
Standing in front of him, she stared down into his face.
“Just sex.”
“Who are you trying to convince?” he asked.
Sinking to her knees before him, she stared up at him. “No one. I want to be clear I’m not after anything else.”
“Then we’ll fuck and nothing else.” He sank his fingers into her hair, tugging on the strands. She loved his touch, the bite of pain as he held her in place. Curse didn’t apologize for his actions. Mia loved it a little bit rough.
“Does this make me a club whore?” she asked.
His grip tightened. Tears sprang to her eyes at the tight grip, but she didn’t tell him to stop. She loved the pain and would be glad for him to go harder.
“No. Club whores fuck every member who wants a fuck. You’re not going with anyone but me. The only cock inside you will be mine.”
“Will you be fucking other women while you’re fucking me?”
“No.”
“Monogamy? Are you sure you can handle that?” she asked, teasing him.
He ran his thumb along her lip. “Open.”
She opened her lips, and he slid his thumb inside. Sucking his thumb into her mouth, she closed her lips around him, watching his reactions.
“I can handle anything you can throw at me, Mia. I’m not some fucking pussy who’ll walk away because I don’t like your attitude. You want to fuck, and we’ll fuck. If you want to treat me like your own personal dildo then I’ll be there. Be warned, Mia, you’ll get exactly the same back.”
Releasing his thumb, she stared up at him. “What do you mean?”
“I won’t have any other woman, and any dildos or sex toys in your possession are now mine. You won’t get any cock but mine. You’ll become my own little blow up doll. When I want to fuck you, you’ll open those legs and let me fuck you.” He cupped one of her breasts, pinching the nipple. She cried out. Curse took advantage, claiming her lips, slamming his tongue in deep.
He broke the kiss first, leaving her bereft of his touch.
“You came to me. Why do I have to suffer? You wanted this.” She tried to argue with him even as heat spilled between her thighs.
“Only because you kept me at arms’ length. I’m not going to be put off anymore. You force everyone away from you, Mia. Not me. I won’t be pushed aside.”
There was no reason for her to argue, and she kept looking at him.
“Grab my cock.”
She couldn’t move her head without causing herself pain. Reaching out blindly, she found his cock and started to stroke him. The tip had copious amounts of pre-cum leaking out of the top.
“Fuck.”
He placed his fingers over hers and started to work the length together. Curse moved her head, and he pressed the tip of his cock to her lips. “Now, suck it.”
Opening her lips, she flicked the tip taking his pre-cum. She moaned and took the tip into her mouth, sucking hard on him.
Curse growled and tugged on her head to take more of him inside her mouth. Mia didn’t fight him, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth.
“You know how to suck cock, baby.”
She didn’t respond. Closing her eyes, she used her mouth and hands on his shaft. With one hand she worked from the root to where her lips met his cock. The other hand she fondled his balls watching the pleasure take him by surprise. She loved seeing the way she blew his mind with her touch alone.
He had control of her head, and she worked to his pace, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. Her moans were muffled by his cock, but Curse’s sounds echoed around the room.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
Mia continued to work his cock, taking as much pre-cum from him as she could get. When he no longer wanted her mouth on him, he tugged her up to the bed. His hands went from her hair to her hips, lowering her down to the bed.
Curse stood over her, gripping his cock as he stared at her.
“What are y
ou doing?” she asked.
“I’m going to play a little. Your body is so fucking beautiful.” He followed her down on the bed, lying down one side of her. The intimacy of the act wasn’t lost on her, and all she wanted to do was run away from him. To Mia, intimacy was bad. Men wanted to know every little secret from the past. She couldn’t give them what they wanted, but she couldn’t live life like Ashley. Her friend thrived from all the male attention while she couldn’t stand it.
“Where did you go?” he asked, stroking a hand down her body.
“Nowhere.”
She fisted her hands at her sides and turned to look at the ceiling.
“You’re going to fight me at every turn, aren’t you?”
Glancing at him, she saw the amusement in his face.
“Why are you laughing?” she asked.
“I’m not. The next couple of months are going to be so much fun.”
She glared at him, folding her arms over her breasts. “We won’t last a couple of months.”
His hand touched her hip. The smallest touch of his hand and the electricity was instant. Her body was alert to every touch of him.
“Why?” He kissed her shoulder.
“You’ll find another woman you want to fuck more.”
Curse chuckled. His arm captured her attention. The ink on his arms was not in any order. He had a picture of a skull and crossbones then interwoven words through some tribal tattoo. There was also a picture of an eagle. None of the ink had any significance that she could see. From the look of each piece of ink, it was as if he discovered something he loved.
“You’ve got a low opinion of yourself.”
“I’m a realist.”
“No, you’ve got your head in the sand, baby. You’re blinded by whatever’s in here.” He touched her temple. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ll realize that soon enough.”
He slid his fingers down from her head to graze her breasts. She watched those fingers tease her nipples, sliding over one then going to another. Curse glided down to dip into her belly button.
“Don’t worry, Mia. I’ve got a long time to prove to you I’m not going anywhere.” Curse opened her thighs and made her open her legs so one was laid over his hips. “There, you’re nice and open for me.”
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