by Bethany-Kris
His breath was gone.
Just like that.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
Evelina winked up at him as a wicked heat curled in Theo’s stomach.
Innocent?
Yeah, right.
Who in the fuck ever said this girl was innocent?
They were wrong.
Theo let her stroke and suck his cock until his balls were tight and a pressure had started to build in his back. When he liked something, she seemed to take notice immediately and repeated it just to see if she could get another reaction out of him.
Evelina liked sucking him off. Theo could see it in the way her breaths had picked up and the way her lips curved, pleased and happy, around his cock the more she sucked and stroked. Coming was going to be far too easy for Theo if he didn’t stop her and soon.
“Stop.”
His order came out growled and clipped. Evelina stared up at him with wide, confused eyes as she released his cock and bit her lip. Fuck. She was going to send him straight to hell doing shit like that.
“What’d I say about that, huh?” Theo asked, reaching down tap her lip with his thumb.
Evelina let go of her lip. “Not to. I liked it better when you did it, anyway.”
“I told you that you would.” Theo could see the hesitance and confusion in her eyes. She was probably wondering why he had made her stop when he’d clearly been enjoying it. Tugging gently on her hair, and earning himself another one of her pretty little gasps, he said, “Up, babe. Get up here, now.”
Theo yanked Evelina to her unsteady feet before shoving her back to the glass door.
“What—”
He interrupted her question with a bruising kiss as he tugged at her dress. He wanted that off; he wanted to see what Evelina looked like in nothing but her skin while she was hot for him and wet between her legs.
Tilting her head back, Evelina sighed. Theo nipped a path down the throbbing pulse point in her neck, tasting sex and salt on her smooth skin.
“Oh, my God,” she breathed.
“Turn around,” Theo growled. He kept yanking her dress higher until he had it bunched around her stomach. “Now, Eve.”
She did, watching him over her shoulder all the while. When he pulled the dress up, Evelina lifted her arms and let him discard the clothing. She wore no bra under her dress. Bending down to his knees, he pulled her panties down until Evelina stepped out of them.
Standing, Theo hummed in approval at the sight of Evelina’s unmarked, peach-toned skin under his fingertips. He ran his hands from the tops of her shoulders all the way down to where her ass melded into her thighs.
She shivered. He did it again just to make her shake.
“Fucking beautiful.”
Evelina made a soft noise that had Theo’s stare snapping up to meet hers. “Thank you.”
Theo cocked a brow. “Haven’t you been told how beautiful you are before, Evelina?”
“Nobody has ever said it quite like you did just now.”
“That’s a damn shame. Again?”
Evelina nodded silently.
“Beautiful,” Theo murmured.
Her smile was a brilliant, bright sight.
Theo placed his hands to the glass on either side of her body and moved forward until his chest was pressed tightly to her back. It allowed him to kiss and taste her shoulders with quick pecks and fast strikes of his tongue.
“Please,” he heard her whimper. “God, Theo, please fuck me.”
Her pleading shattered any resolve he had left to keep her waiting longer than he already had. Yanking the glass door open, Theo shoved them both through the hotel room. He didn’t even bother to close the door as they stumbled across the hardwood. Evelina turned on her heels to face him, grabbing at his shirt to pull the buttons apart with enough force to pop a couple off the silk fabric.
Theo reveled in her coarse actions, and the feeling of her fingernails dragging over the tribal owl tattoo that covered almost over half of his right side. When her legs hit the back of the couch, Theo forced her to lean over it. He dragged his hand down between the valley of her chest and straight between her thighs. Her pink nipples were tight, hard little buds while her sex was hot and slippery under his hands.
The tip of her index finger traced the ring in his right nipple, directly over where the eye of the owl had been tattooed.
“Why an owl?” she asked, breathless and rocking into his touch.
As much as he didn’t want to stop playing with her pretty little pussy, he did. Theo’s cock rested between their bodies, and he stroked his member while he dug for a condom in the pocket of his undone slacks. “Not important.”
“I’m curious.”
“Owls see everything at night.”
“Oh?”
“And they’re not afraid of the dark, Eve.”
“I suppose not.” Evelina quieted as Theo found the condom, tore it open, and covered his cock in latex. He went back to teasing her sex with light caresses that had her sighing and moving against his fingers with every stroke. “Jesus, that’s wonderful.”
“You know it’ll get better. Fuck, you’re so wet.”
Evelina mewled softly, her spread legs trembling as he stroked her slit over and over. “I want to come again.”
“So hard. You’ll come so fucking hard you’ll see the goddamn stars behind your eyes, babe.”
Theo’s punctuated his promise by flipping her over onto her stomach. Evelina’s hair billowed out around her as her body bent over the back of the couch and she grappled for purchase. He didn’t give her a chance to find anything to keep her steady. As quick as he flipped her over, he pulled her ass high until she was standing on tiptoes inside her heels and positioned his cock at the slit of her glistening sex.
“Oh, God.”
“We’ll start there,” Theo said.
Evelina laughed, her desire darkening her tone as she glanced over her shoulder. “Oh?”
“Yeah, but we’ll end it with you screaming my name only.”
“Make sure of it.”
Theo’s fingers dug into her hips a second before he yanked her back onto his cock. He’d entered her hard and fast, taking her deep with the first thrust. He felt her wet heat encompass his dick and squeeze him tight. Her cry was a broken, wonderful sound that bounced off the walls and heated his blood to a boiling point.
Fuck, no, she wasn’t a virgin. But she was tight as fuck and it seemed like she just kept getting tighter with every second.
“Damn,” Theo grunted.
He felt the flutters of her orgasm rippling through her inner muscles the second time he pulled her back, harder and even deeper. It wouldn’t take much for Evelina to come undone around him.
Over and over, he bet.
Theo started a pace that was harsh and brutal. Skin on skin while his fingers dug rougher into her body, leaving his marks behind. Letting go of Evelina’s left side, he fisted her hair and tugged just enough to make sure there was a sting. The harder he fucked her and the tighter he pulled, the more she shook and the better her rolling crescendo of cries sounded.
“I …” Evelina’s air caught in her throat, the words dying before she could get another thing out.
“Breathe,” Theo demanded.
She sucked in a harsh breath of air. “It’s better when I don’t.”
Yeah, he knew that, too.
Her honey practically soaked his cock as she came, shouting his name to the dark, quiet room. Theo didn’t relent in his pace for a second, not even when he felt a tremor rocking his calves or the tightness returning to his back, promising his release. He could fuck Evelina all night if she kept moving like she did and calling his name like she was.
All. Fucking. Night.
“More,” Evelina pleaded, fisting the cushions on the couch. She backed her beautiful, tight ass into his cock with every thrust, taking him as hard as he gave. “Harder, Theo. Again, please.”
She liked it rough, then. Rough g
ot her off. Rough made her weak and let her be free. Theo could do that, it was easy. He wondered if walking away would be, too. But with the way she looked under him, how she begged him for more and the needy gleam in her eye … he doubted it would be.
Right then, he didn’t give a damn.
Theo pulled on Evelina’s wavy hair, forcing her body straight so her back was pressed to his chest and he had access to her shoulders again. Biting her skin, he left more of his marks behind. He could taste the remnants of her perspiration on her flesh and the way her body had heated under their fucking.
“Sin,” he rumbled, holding her tight to his cock. Like this, with him, she tasted entirely of filth and lust. “You taste like sin.”
He wanted more of that from her.
Evelina had offered.
Theo took it.
CHAPTER TEN
Evelina’s scream died in her throat the very second the bullets entered her chest, and her breath was taken away. Blood poured into her waiting hands, and then it was over. She bolted up in the bed, clutching the sheets in a death grip as she released a shuddering exhale.
Just a dream.
The mantra never really helped with the nightmares, but she repeated it to herself anyway.
“Breathe,” she heard murmured from the corner of the room.
Evelina’s body heated instantly at Theo’s rich, dark tenor. Somehow, she managed to be turned on and thoroughly embarrassed at the same time. She never had to worry about sharing a personal space with someone, so no one had ever witnessed her nightmares. It wasn’t that she used to have them a lot, but ever since her mother died, she’d had one almost every single night.
Feeling unsteady and fidgety, Evelina tried to avoid the man in the corner. She could feel his stare on her, watching her through the darkness. She’d fallen asleep when he demanded she go to bed, even though her body hadn’t felt the least bit tired.
“You can fuck a woman but you can’t share a bed with her?” Evelina asked quietly.
From the corner of her eye, she watched Theo raise a dark eyebrow in contemplation.
“That’s what you want to ask right now?”
Evelina nodded her response, keeping the sheet firmly over her naked chest.
“It has nothing to do with sharing a bed, Eve,” Theo said. “I typically don’t share a space with anyone.”
Curious, Evelina watched her companion as he began disassembling a handgun one piece at a time. He pulled a small red bag from the inside pocket of his leather jacket and opened it up to expose what looked to be a cleaning kit.
“Is that what you do at night, clean your gun?” she asked.
“Guns, and no.”
Theo’s clipped tone offered no room for discussion.
“What time is it?”
“Three,” Theo said.
He emptied the clip of bullets, dropping them to the glass coffee table with several clinks. Evelina took the chance to admire the fact that Theo hadn’t buttoned his dress shirt after she’d yanked it open earlier in the night. Peeks of his tattoo contrasted against his lightly tanned skin, the black ink licking across the cut definition of his muscles. She hadn’t given it much thought before except to take note of the piece, but the tribal art was beautiful and suited his body. It looked to be the only tattoo he had, actually.
The memory of the tangy taste of metal as she’d bitten onto his nipple ring when he’d flipped her back over to her stomach and grabbed her throat flashed in her mind. He’d seemed to like that if the way he’d fucked her harder after she did it was any indication.
“Did that hurt?” Evelina asked.
“Hmm, what, princess?”
She let the title brush off her shoulders. For once, it didn’t sound like Theo was calling her that to make fun of her for whatever reason.
“The piercing.”
Theo chuckled, his tongue snaking out to wet his bottom lip as he started polishing the metal pieces of the handgun. “For a quick second it did, but nothing worse than what I’d already had, I suppose.”
“The tattoo, you mean?”
“No, not the owl.”
Evelina’s brow furrowed. “There’s nothing else there, right?”
Theo didn’t answer.
“When did you have that tattoo done?” she asked.
“Shortly after my twenty-first birthday. Dino took me out to a guy who was good at covering scars.”
Evelina blinked, taking his words in slowly.
Nothing worse than what I’d already had … Not the owl.
Clearing his throat, Theo rotated his right wrist like he was trying to crack it or something. Evelina wondered if he wasn’t holding the gun in his left hand, would he be touching his right wrist like she’d seen him do at other times. She filed her thoughts away for another time, but already, things were adding up and she didn’t like what they might mean at all.
Especially not for Theo.
Before Evelina could say a thing, Theo said, “The nipple ring was my idea. I didn’t realize all the aftercare that came along with it. I probably wouldn’t have had it done if I knew beforehand.”
“I like it.”
The words slipped through Evelina’s lips before she could stop them.
A slow smirk curved Theo’s mouth at the corners as he glanced at her from the side. The one look heated up her blood in an instant, promising something wicked behind his eyes. She knew for a damned fact the man would follow through, too.
“You’re a thrasher,” Theo noted, picking up another dismantled piece of weapon.
“What?”
“When you have a nightmare, you thrash around. At least you’re quiet, though.”
Evelina’s cheeks heated. “Oh.”
“I know better than to wake someone when they’re having a nightmare like that. It usually just makes it worse, or it did for Dino.”
“Your brother had nightmares?”
“Slept with the light on every night,” Theo said like they were discussing the weather. “Even when he was well into his thirties, he still dreamt of the same fucking shit. I think he found it easier to manage if he worked out a lot before bed and kept the light on. Then, his mind was too tired to dwell on things that happened a long time ago and with the light on, the memories weren’t as bad.”
Owls are not afraid of the dark, Eve.
His words from earlier banged around in the back of Evelina’s mind like a warning bell. She added it to her growing pile of assumptions and curiosities. What was this man fighting to keep hidden; was it something he was ashamed of? Evelina wondered if Lily knew that her brother had some kind of demon he was trying to hide.
Theo sighed, drawing Evelina from her thoughts. “Everybody has their own way of dealing with that sort of thing.”
“I just try not to think about it all. It’s not real, so it shouldn’t scare me or anything. I’m an adult, not a child.”
“You should talk about it, Eve, not brush it off. There’s no reason for you to pretend like it’s not happening. You have nightmares that obviously bother you.”
She didn’t try to deny it.
“Do you talk about your nightmares?” she asked softly.
Theo’s shoulders tensed briefly, but loosened just as fast. “No, I don’t.”
Evelina was shocked that he even admitted he had nightmares.
“Why not?”
“Because unlike yours that aren’t about real things, as you said, mine are. And some things, the things I can’t forget, are better left in the past where they no longer bother me.”
“But if you dream of them, doesn’t that mean they still are bothering you?”
“I’m surprised,” Theo said with a quiet chuckle.
“About what?”
“You, Eve. I’m surprised about you. I mean, you were always around Lily whenever she was home from boarding school and whenever the families got together for whatever, you were there, too. I just saw you and thought that’s all there was.”
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bsp; Ouch.
“That was kind of unnecessary,” Evelina said, hiding the hurt she felt over his words. “I’m not as dull as dust, Theo. I’m a living, breathing person, okay.”
“Well, I was wrong. I started wondering about you when you caught me arguing with my brother way back when. You had me curious, I guess. What made you like that—quiet, compliant, and sweet. Lily is so fucking stubborn and defiant, or she was, and you were the complete opposite. It interested me.”
His confession took her off guard.
Evelina knew exactly what Theo was doing. “You’re trying to distract me again. You’re giving me something else to get me off a topic you don’t want to talk about.”
Theo grinned down at the table. “See, much more than I gave you credit for, Evelina. Others wouldn’t even notice.”
“Maybe you make me curious, too.”
“What is that old saying about the cat?” Theo asked, shaking his head.
“The cat must have been a fool. It had nine lives.”
“We only have the one, Eve. Just one chance to get it right.”
“You won’t tell me about your nightmares, will you?”
“No.” Theo glanced up from his work, meeting Evelina’s wary stare. “What do you dream about?”
“Why should I tell you?”
“Because you’re the kind of person who talks. I’m not. It’s not about who you are, but who I am, Eve.”
“It’s just dreams.”
“To you,” he replied just as fast. “My monsters are real, and I won’t feed them like my brother did.”
“Will you tell me about his nightmares?” she asked.
“No.”
Evelina frowned. “You’re not a very open person.”
“They’re not my stories to tell and like I said, it’s just who I am, Eve.”
Well then … Theo was right. Evelina didn’t fault him for his character.
“Honestly?”
“I asked, babe.”
Evelina ignored the shiver crawling down her spine at the affection in his tone. Fucking someone didn’t necessarily mean that person cared about you, too. Lots of people had physical relationships, and emotions never got involved. She didn’t want to let herself believe that Theo might actually have some kind of feelings for her. It wouldn’t lead to anything good.