“Oh, well . . .”
He suddenly grew serious, his hand framing my cheek and I inwardly cursed when I nuzzled into it. “Little girl, I would never trade your life for anything. I thought you knew that.”
“Reid, I’m confused. I thought I was just a strategy to you, a means to an end.”
His lip curled as though my words disgusted him. “Do you ever listen, you stubborn piece of ass?”
Suddenly his mouth was on mine, his tongue angrily fighting with mine, his fierce growls ripping up his throat and consuming the space in my mouth. His fingers twisted my hair and I yelped when his teeth nipped my lip. His grip in my hair grew harder and I sighed when my follicles tingled with his loss of control, his fingers radiating warmth into my scalp. That was some serious enjoyable shit, very soothing.
I was under his body and back on the bed in a second, his large frame holding me hostage as he continued his mouth abuse. The lights in the room flickered when he started to grind his erection into my stomach. I struggled to breathe, my arousal thickening the air in my lungs.
Pushing him back with my hands on his chest, I panted, looking up at him as he glared down at me.
He shook his head. “I thought you understood. I am in love with you, Elina . . .” I didn’t hear the rest of his sentence, I just stared at his mouth as it moved. He said he is in love with me. In—love—with—me. What the fuck? He was in love with me?
“Elina?” He peered at me with concern as I stared up at him.
“You . . . you need to back up a bit, buddy. When exactly did you tell me you loved me?”
“Well, I thought you knew after we made love and I told you that you owned me. I thought you understood me.”
I lifted a finger to him then let it fall. “You know, as hard and tough as you are, as much as I like it when you growl and become all hot and manly . . .” He quirked an eyebrow and I confirmed it with a nod. “It would be nice if you could actually spill some romantic soppy shit from that filthy mouth of yours and actually tell me you love me.”
He stared at me then his tongue poked at the side of his cheek and his lips twitched. “As ditzy and vocal as you are, even when your mouth spills some seriously undecipherable rubbish and when you argue and challenge everything I tell you, I love you. I love the way your eyes sparkle, how you spew funny ramblings when you’re nervous. I love the way your lips turn a deep crimson when you’re aroused. I love the way your nose twitches in your sleep, and you mumble some unexplainable random shit. I love how your body bows and your pale skin blushes when you come. How your nipples swell under my tongue, how your desire tastes on my lips. I love the way your soft blonde curls look around my fist when I’m inside you. I love how you welcome me in your head, allow me to see all of you. I love how you can make me smile even on the darkest of days. I love your strength, your determination, your courage and your fearlessness. And I love that you love me, Elina Rowe.”
I nodded, completely stunned. “I do, I do. I love you.”
He smiled softly, not at all shocked by my words. “I know you do. It’s you who needs to believe it.”
“So when did you see me differently than something you could buy from the Microsoft website?”
He rolled his eyes and I grinned at him. “The day you got me out of the fire. No one has ever put me before them, ever. It did something to me inside, something I can’t describe. Although I think it happened before that, but that day it made sense of the feelings that had been growing inside me.”
I didn’t know what to say. I gawped up at him.
“Oh my God,” he whispered, his face slowly inching towards me, a small smug smile playing his lips. “I do believe I have the ability to make you silent.”
“Well . . .”
My eyes popped wide when he slid his thumb into my mouth and pressed my tongue down. “If the only way to make you shut up is to fill your mouth with something, well, don’t blame me.”
I stared in shock when he kept his thumb in my mouth; his eyes fixed on mine as he straddled my chest and yanked down the waistband of his sweatpants. His large cock sprung free, the head bouncing up towards his firm stomach.
Even with his thumb in my mouth, a soft whimper curled up my throat. His grey eyes fired with life as he leaned forwards. “Your mouth is watering around my thumb, little girl. Are you hungry?”
I nodded, sucking his thumb like a kid going at an ice lolly in the heat of summer. His teeth ground as his eyes dropped to watch. “That’s it, baby. Warm up that mouth for me.”
My eyes fluttered closed when he pulled out his thumb, wiped it over the head of his cock collecting the cum that had gathered, and slipped it back in my mouth.
“Do I taste good?”
I nodded again, my eyes fixed on his as his words made my pussy twinge. God, I was so horny. I couldn’t understand how a man of such simple but filthy words did what he did to my lady parts. My pussy felt like it had a life of its own, drooling and throbbing in need.
“Do you want my cock?”
This time I gave him a small, tight groan with a nod, sucking harder.
“Ask me for it, Elina. Tell me where you want it.”
My eyes widened. Oh bloody hell, I’d never uttered a single word of dirty talk in my life. “Don’t be mean, Reid,” I whinged around his thumb.
He shook his head, denying me as his eyes glistened with desire. His jaw clenched as his chest heaved, his delicious torso doing nothing to dampen my lust. “If you want me to slide my cock between your lips and fill your pretty little mouth then you need to be a good girl and ask.”
I was tempted to snap my teeth together and gnaw through his fucking finger, the bastard. He pulled out his thumb, watching with amusement when my eyes narrowed. Quirking an eyebrow, he patiently waited for me.
“Reid, please. I don’t know how . . . to . . .”
I gasped when he took hold of the neckline of my white t-shirt and tore it straight down the middle, his eyes feasting on my bare breasts. His lip curled and a faint rumble vibrated through his chest. “Then let’s get you hot enough.”
My jaw dropped and my back arched when he cupped my breasts in his large hands, and between both thumbs and forefingers he rolled and pinched my already aroused nipples, his harsh touch sending bolts of fevered need to my clitoris. “You have such perfect tits, El. Soft and perky.”
His mouth enveloped a nipple, his teeth grazing the darkened flesh around it and sending me almost crazy. He was animalistic, greedy and feasting on my flesh as though starved of me.
He ventured lower, dragging the palm of his hand behind his mouth. “I love the expanse of your belly,” he breathed against me when he kissed around my navel. “The peppering of freckles and the three little moles here,” his tongue flicked at the small cluster of moles to the left of my belly button, “make me want to spoil your perfection with my filthy spunk, giving you my unique brand.”
Oh, fuck! I was sure I just came when my clit started to pulse.
He shuffled down my legs, popping the button on my jeans and yanking them down, tossing them to one side of the room. His eyes heated further, his gaze indulging him with my near naked body. He palmed the inside of my thighs and pushed my legs apart. “And the creamy skin of your inner thighs makes me want to sink my teeth right in and taste your blood on my tongue.”
Okay, I was freaked out by how such sordid words made my pussy leak arousal on to the bed sheets.
“Reid.” My voice didn’t seem my own, as though belonging to some dirty seductress, the tone heady and gravelly.
“Yeah, baby?”
When I didn’t say more, his fingers curled around the edge of my knickers and he whipped them down my legs, once again pushing my legs open to allow him a full view of my flesh. I was so turned on I was ready to beg him to fuck me.
“Your hot little cunt makes my cock so fucking hard.” I moaned and writhed from his words and his gaze on me. “It makes me want to force my cock so far inside you. Fuck yo
u hard and fast until you scream my damn name.”
“Reid . . . for God’s sake!”
He dropped on top of me again but this time he pressed the tip of his finger just above my clit onto my pubic bone, tormenting me with the promise of more.
“Tell me, Elina, tell me what you want!” He was almost angry; primitive and snarling as we both fought the pulse riding us.
“Please . . .”
“Tell me! Scream it at me, baby. Ask for my fucking cock in your mouth.”
Fuck it!
“God damn it! Put your cock in my mouth and let me fucking suck you.”
His knees slammed beside my head and he fed his length in between my lips, causing me to both sigh in contentment and moan in pleasure. He slid in until he hit the back of my throat then pulled back before he caused me to gag. Again, he did it just as slowly, driving me wild underneath him and lifting my neck to get more of him.
Wrapping my lips around his girth I sucked hard, making him groan loudly. “Fuck yes, that’s it. Feast on what I give you.”
He sped up slightly, smoothly gliding in and out, feeding me and then snatching back. He grabbed my wrists when I lifted my hands to his arse to hold him still, and held them in one of his giant hands. Reaching between my legs with his other hand, he rammed one long finger into my depths. He followed me, leaning forward when my head pressed back into the pillow with the pleasure that ran through me, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.
Suddenly he pulled out of my mouth then bent down and bit the flesh just beside my nipple, his teeth sinking in deep as his finger fucked me hard. I knew I would be sore but I loved it. I loved the pain when he stroked his tongue over his bite, the salt in his saliva stinging me. I loved the stretch of my inner walls when he pushed another finger in alongside the other and rammed them deep and hard. I loved when he slid low, settled his firm body between my thighs and thrust inside me in one agonising push. I loved when he reared back, his teeth bared to slam back inside me. I loved when his fingers curled around my throat as he pummelled my pussy full of his thickness. I loved when he started spewing more filth, telling me how tight and hot my pussy was, how wet and slippery I was and how he loved the way my tits quivered with each of his fucks.
His growls were almost primal, each of his deep breaths accompanied by a grunt or a groan. I matched him, my own moans low and raspy as I grabbed his arse and forced him deeper and deeper with each of his firm strokes.
“Oh, fuck, Reid! Oh, Christ!”
He pulled out, whipped me onto my belly then slammed back in, my body pressed flat to the bed with him completely covering my back. I cried out, the position making his cock sink even deeper. He grabbed at my hair and yanked my head back so he could bite and suck on my lips, my mouth swallowing each of his snarls.
I’d never been fucked so dirtily or so thoroughly, and I never wanted it to end.
“I’m gonna fill your cunt full of my cum, baby,” he hissed in my ear. “You need to let my cock taste your orgasm quickly.”
He pushed deeper, although I hadn’t thought it possible.
“Come for me, baby. Flood my cock with you.”
As soon as I tightened around him with the explosion of my climax, he followed me over, growling out my name with such passion it made me cry out when the pain of my orgasm took me into new depths. He bucked and jerked inside me, filling me and indulging me with each deep, hard drive.
Eventually he stilled, both of us releasing a long groan as his forehead dropped onto my sweaty back, his breathing hard and laboured. My chest hurt as I forced air into my lungs, my body both sated and exhausted.
“Oh, fuck!” He panted, trying to catch a breath between each word. “Are you okay?”
I nodded, unable to speak.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
I shook my head.
“Are you sure? I was a bit rough.”
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes caught mine, slightly guilty and curious.
“Do you really think my tits are soft and perky?”
He stared at me for a moment, his mouth open and one of his eyebrows high. “Out of all that, that’s all you caught?”
“No. You think my moles are sexy.”
He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment then shook his head and grinned at me. “I do, El. They’re very sexy.”
I nodded, pleased he liked them. I’d always been particularly fond of them. “I’m glad. They make me unique.”
He chuckled, slipping out of me and rolling us over. “Oh, there’s plenty that makes you unique.”
I smiled, snuggling into his side when his arm slid around my back and he pulled me into him, dropping a kiss in my hair.
“And I for one am very happy there’s only one of you,” he finished with another kiss to my head, squeezing me even harder.
I smiled widely, then paused and narrowed my eyes. “Are you being sarcastic, Reid?”
“Of course not.” Another kiss. “You’re that extra sandwich at a picnic. The extra cube of sugar in a hot cup of coffee. The extra cherry in a slice of fruit cake.”
Aww. He could be really sweet when he wanted to be.
THE ROOM WAS DARK and empty when I woke the next morning. Silence greeted me, which after living in the Judgement dorms for so long was a bit of a luxury.
Stretching out, I groaned in appreciation at the way my body throbbed deliciously. Reid was a lot of things and I’d recently found out he was also an amazing lover. He seemed to read me, know everything I wanted and needed, giving me amazing and mind-blowing orgasms.
With a smile I rolled over to the side of the bed and dropped to the floor on my hands and knees, immediately snapping into my usual morning press-ups. They were the only thing that kick started my body every morning and even though I grumbled like a hungry bear with bad wind throughout the whole process, I valued what they did for my body.
My eyes closed as I lowered and lifted, my mind getting active, ready to face the day ahead.
I wasn’t sure if I trusted Reid fully, however I was also aware not to let him in on that little secret. Something inside me didn’t doubt he loved me, but the niggly part of my brain also wondered if, when he needed to make the choice, would I come before Judgement?
I quickly showered in the enormous en-suite attached to my room, dressed in some clothes Petra had placed in a large wardrobe for me then slowly strolled through the house, appreciating the modern and antique furnishings on way through. I was awed by the opulence. What I couldn’t grasp was how she could afford living like this when she had been holed up in Judgement for so many years. But none of that was my business.
As I stepped off the last stair that led into a huge foyer, a large man in a suit stood by the front door; his hands were linked behind his back and large shades covered his eyes. On seeing me, he stepped forwards and tipped his head in acknowledgment. “Good morning, Miss Rowe. Ms McCallum asked for me to direct you to the breakfast room.”
I sank my teeth into my lower lip. Breakfast room?
Smiling widely and taking everything as it came, I nodded to him. “Thank you.”
With a sweep of his arm, he guided me down a corridor.
“So.” He turned to look at me as I spoke to him. “What do you do?”
“I’m Ms McCallum’s personal security.”
Pursing my lips, I nodded, wondering how special you had to be to warrant your own personal bodyguard.
“And now I’m also yours, Miss Rowe.” My footing stuttered and I frowned at him. “If you have a grievance with that, I’m not particularly bothered. My job is to escort you and keep you safe, and I’m afraid you don’t have much of choice.”
I stared at him, wide-eyed. “Are you always this blunt?”
“Yes.”
“Well I’m not disputing your . . . skill, but I’m pretty sure you are not equipped to handle Judgement.”
His lips twitched at one side, a small smile lifting the corner. “You’d be surprise
d, Miss Rowe.”
Sighing, yet again going with something I knew I had no control over, I nodded. “Okay.” He stared at my hand as I thrust it towards him. “Then I suppose we’d better become friends. Please call me Elina.”
Smiling widely, probably happy with my acceptance, he grasped my hand tightly. “Jayson.”
“Well, Jayson, show me the food. The beast in my belly thinks my throat has been cut.”
He escorted me down the hallway and as he pushed open a door for me to enter I stiffened when my appearance caused Reid and Petra to jump apart quickly.
Petra blushed but smiled, and Reid just gave me his usual glower when he noticed Jayson slip his hand to the base of my back, guiding me into the room.
“Although I have absolutely no doubt that was innocent, let’s give him something to think about, shall we, Elina?” Jayson muttered, knowing they wouldn’t hear us from where they stood at the other side of the huge room.
“I like you Jayson,” I whispered back. “I think we’re going to get on really well.”
“I certainly hope so.”
I smiled up at him, playing the game easily. And to be honest, Jayson was no hardship to flirt with. His tall, at least 6 foot muscular frame was wide. His blond, messy but short hair stuck up in every direction on his head but the style suited him. His jaw was square and covered in a couple of days’ growth. He looked like he was made for the job he was in; tough and not to be messed with. But his smile was easy and relaxed.
“When you’re ready to see the grounds, please let me know, Elina, and I’ll be more than happy to escort you.”
I smiled at Jayson when a faint growl resounded from Reid’s direction. “Thank you, I’ll be sure to find you after breakfast, Jayson.”
Jayson tipped his head and smiled. “Excellent. Enjoy your breakfast, and make sure to feed the beast.”
“Oh I will.” I grinned at him before he slipped back through the door and closed it quietly behind him.
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