“You’ve wanted this…haven’t you?” he whispered, his voice a dark rough purr. “And you asked him, but he wouldn’t give it. I will.”
Jordan moaned as she felt the tip of his finger breech her there, the burning pressure… “Push down,” he urged her. She sobbed and caught her breath only to scream seconds later as he slid his finger home inside her ass, the tearing pain of it startling her. “Shhh,” he crooned, reaching between her thighs, working her clit with his thumb until her eyes started to glaze. “I know it hurts. Trust me, though, do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she moaned and started to rock her hips as he began to withdraw the caress of his thumb on her clit. He’d start again if she moved, but only if she moved. And when she moved, she started to ride his cock and the thick finger he had buried inside her ass…and before she even had time to think, that tearing, burning pressure turned into hot, burning pleasure with every lift and stroke of her hips.
“You like that, huh?” Angelo murmured as she braced her hands on his wide shoulders and started to drive herself down with short, fast strokes. She wailed in frustration when he abruptly pulled her off and left her lying on her back, glaring at him with blank, uncomprehending, frustrated eyes.
He briefly left the room, returning a few seconds later, and her eyes widened when she saw what he held. A bottle she recognized from shopping at adult toy websites—her favorite kind of lubricant, a self-warming kind. A silver bullet, oh, she liked that. And something else she recognized. Hot little licks of excitement tore through her, but they were tinged with fear.
Because he had a seven-inch butt plug in his hand.
“Roll over,” he told her, a small smile curving his mouth.
Her mouth was dry.
“Huh?”
“Roll over,” he repeated. When she just stared, half fascinated by the butt plug, he said softly, “You want me to give you something Lee would never dream of? I will. I want to. But I won’t do it without preparing you first. Now roll over, Jordan.”
Angelo smiled gently as her frantic emotions flooded his senses. Half terrified, unbelievably aroused. “Shh,” he whispered, stroking his hands down her hips. He bent low over her body and crooned, “I’m gonna make every dream you ever had come true.”
She laughed shakily and asked, “Promise?” as she rolled onto her hands and knees. She jumped when she felt his hands stroking her ass. He laughed. “Easy, baby. Take it easy.” Her lids fluttered as he pressed the bullet up between her folds. The madly vibrating little device against her swollen, engorged clit pulled a low moan from her lips.
The lubricant was cool at first—very cool—but it heated almost as soon as it touched her flesh. As he started to work one finger inside the tight pucker of her ass, it was hot, tantalizingly so, and she squirmed against him, biting her lip. He slid one brawny arm around her waist, lifting her upright as he moved so that she was between his knees. He took the bullet and held it in place with his palm as he started to pump two fingers in and out of her wet sex while he screwed one in and out of the snug glove of her ass.
“It’s tight,” he crooned against her ear. “Soft, snug…hot. How long will you let me keep you prisoner, Jordan? Long enough to get you ready for this? Long enough that I can push my cock inside this sweet little tail?” He pushed a second finger inside just as he slid the fingers of his other hand deep and hard into her vagina—ripping a scream from her body, holding her as she arched in climax and screamed wildly.
While she was still riding the wave of it, he pushed her onto her hands and knees, lubricated her anus more, then the butt plug, and started to push it in. “Push down. Now, Jordan,” he said harshly when she stiffened and tried to squirm away, even though she was still whimpering and weak from climax. He gripped her hip and held her tightly. “Push down.” He watched as the tiny pink hole stretched around the blunt head, and he groaned in agony, his cock jerking in jealous protest. He pushed slowly and steadily, even when she started to whimper and plead.
“Shhh,” he whispered. He released her hip and fished the bullet out of the mess of sheets and shoved it into her hand, then guided it to her mound. It fell away and she tried to squirm out of his reach, but he slapped her butt lightly with the flat of his hand. “Don’t,” he warned. He paused, the butt plug only two inches inside her, just where it was starting to flare, where it was probably burning the most, and pushed the bullet against her clit, holding her hand in place. “Use it.” He held his hand over hers until she was actually riding the damn thing, then he went back to inserting the toy inside her snug anus, sliding three more inches into her.
She wailed and squirmed, even as she rocked her hips, helping to take it inside. He gripped the curve of one cheek and pulled, spreading her wide…pushing the toy the final two inches inside and listening as her startled scream bounced off the walls.
Before she could make up her mind whether she hated it or loved it, he gripped her hips and started to burrow his aching cock inside the narrowed passage of her sex, gritting his teeth at the increased resistance.
She sobbed, burying her face against the bed. The burning, pinching pain was entirely too much—and it only grew as Angelo slowly forced his thick length inside her, his big, hard hands gripping her hips and holding her shaking body still. The head of his cock lodged against the mouth of her womb and Jordan moaned roughly as he pulled out and surged back inside, trying to pull away from the increasing fullness as he lodged his thumb against the plug in her ass and started to rhythmically push against it. Once more, she let the bullet fall from her nerveless fingers, her body convulsing from the alternating hot/cold chills that ran through her.
“Stop fighting it, baby,” he crooned. “Stop fighting…hmmm. Wet, sweet, silky little pussy. I love it. You have any idea how long I’ve waited to feel you around me? How long I’ve waited to bury my cock inside you?”
Jordan whimpered as he released one hip to reach around her, his fingers settling on her hardened clit and stroking. “Relax,” he whispered against her ear, easing their bodies down to the bed, slowing his driving thrusts to slow, gentle strokes as he tweaked her clit, massaging it with slow circles until she started to rock her hips against his hand. Seeking out the caress and riding his cock harder at the same time, feeling the thick, rounded head of it stroking her deep inside, everything seemed more deeply sensitized from the toy that was nestled in her ass.
Angelo felt the exact moment it changed from near pain to excruciating pleasure as her body went from tense to wildfire. She started to work herself up and down against his hand, on his cock. Shifting and squirming, she faced away, straddling him as he lay on his back, treating him to a view of her slim little ass and the plug he had pushed inside her.
“Killing me,” he muttered, shaking his head, gripping her hips and pushing his cock up inside her.
She screamed and her head fell back.
Reaching around her, he caught her breast, tweaking one stiff, hard nipple as he sat up, and shimmied up in the bed. Planting his back against the headboard and cupping a breast in each hand, he pinched her nipples lightly, then more firmly, until he felt the shudder rack her body. She started to ride him, the tight, wet clasp of her sheath on his cock driving him to near insanity.
The phantom touch of her fingers on his sac, the light vibrations…she had found the bullet again and had placed it against her clit and now she was pumping her hips harder and harder. Hot, breathy little moans were falling from her mouth, her short, spiked hair damp with sweat, her heart pounding against his palm as he pulled her back against his chest and sank his teeth into the curve where neck and shoulder joined.
She moaned and shuddered as the tiny little muscles in her vagina started to milk him, slowly at first, and then faster and harder, until Angelo’s eyes nearly crossed with the pleasure of it and he was groaning out her name as he pumped her full of his come, wrapping his big arms around her slim waist, burying his face against her neck.
Jordan whimpered in
weak protest as he pulled the toy from her ass. It hurt—she flinched and bit her lip, hiding her blush against the pillow as he padded naked into the bathroom. She pretended to be asleep when he came back after turning off the water and stood there staring down at her with a cocked eyebrow. But when he picked her up and rubbed his stubbled face against her neck, she squealed and batted at him and stopped pretending, glaring at him.
“Shower,” he said, shrugging his wide shoulders, smiling affably.
“Sleep,” she replied drolly.
“Shower,” he said in the same tone, setting her down and cupping her sex, which was wet with her cream and his semen. “So after sleep I can eat.”
She was blushing as she responded, “Okay. Shower.”
She had never showered with a man. Not that she hadn’t wanted to. But Lee…well, romance hadn’t been his strong suit. And Jordan had come to believe she just didn’t inspire that in a guy. But in less than three minutes, under the pulsating dual shower heads, Angelo did more than make up for months of what she was coming to realize had been neglect on Lee’s part—not a lack in her. She whimpered in pleasure as Angelo massaged her scalp, working her favorite shampoo into her hair. Angelo nudged her under the showerhead and rinsed her hair then worked conditioner through and repeated the rinsing process once more before reaching for her soap.
Her favorite, of course.
How had he known?
He hadn’t been expecting her…which meant while she was sleeping he had gone out and gotten it.
Lee wouldn’t have made that special trip.
Lee wouldn’t have done a lot of things.
She happened to glance up and saw a grim light in Angelo’s eyes. “Darlin’, do me a favor. I realize the thoughts you’re thinking are favorable to me, and not my brother, but stop thinking of him. You think of him, and I hear those thoughts, clear as day. And I don’t like it. If I hear his name one more time…”
A feral snarl darkened his face and his mouth crushed down on hers, stealing her breath as he pinned her against the wall of the shower stall, lifting her up and spreading her thighs, piercing her and driving his cock home in one quick, hard thrust. Then he met her eyes, his own dark and hungry and shadowed. “You’re mine, you should have always been mine,” he rasped, settling his hips into a heavy, driving rhythm as he gripped her thighs and held them wide open. “And you thinking of Lee, in any way, reminds me that he had you, that he fucked you. And it infuriates me.”
His tongue drove past the barrier of her lips, filled her mouth, thrusting and filling her as his cock pounded into her weeping cleft. Jordan’s hands clutched at his shoulders and she held on for dear life, shivering as he shifted his grip on her and scraped his thumb over her clit. As he pulled his mouth from hers, the deep sucking kiss left her panting and gasping for air.
The thick, rounded head of his cock rubbed against the bundled bed of nerves buried by the mouth of her womb, while he rubbed his wet chest against hers, causing her nipples to tighten and throb and her breath to catch in her throat. Her head fell limply back against the wall of the shower stall and she sobbed out his name as he stared down at her with dark, hungry eyes.
“He won’t ever touch you again,” Angelo hissed, driving deep. Thrust.
“Ever fuck you.” Thrust.
“You’re mine.” Thrust.
Jordan wailed as he pinched her clit roughly, the orgasm seemingly ripped from her body.
“Say it.” Thrust.
“Say it.” Thrust and retreat.
She shivered and screamed as she arched against him, pushing her hips up and out, working herself against his cock as best she could with him gripping her with his arm beneath her ass.
“Mine, damn it,” he rasped, settling his teeth in the flesh of her neck and marking her. “Say it.”
Thrust and retreat…slower.
“Yours,” she whimpered, tightening the muscles of her pussy around him and trying to hold his cock inside her this time.
His control shattered and he pounded into her, hard and fast, while her screams echoed off the walls and filled the bathroom. A second orgasm tore through her, and her convulsing sheath locked down on his cock. He had to work his turgid length inside her against the tightening channel as she came.
He pushed in to the hilt and held there, legs spread wide, braced, back arched as his cock jerked and pumped. As his semen spurted into her body, the wild jealousy and fury slowly seeped out of him and washed down the drain.
He let himself read her hesitantly, unaware of what he was going to feel from her. The mind-numbing pleasure was somewhat reassuring, but…fuck.
Still.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly, stroking his hand down her wet arm, reaching for the faucet and turning off the water before fumbling just outside for a towel and flicking it over her still shuddering body.
“…huh?”
“I didn’t…shouldn’t have done that,” he said slowly, rubbing her with the towel until her soft, slim body was dry and glowing. His lean, tanned cheeks flushed a dull red and he had to force himself to meet her eyes. “I didn’t have any right—” he paused to blow out a long shallow breath, reaching behind his neck and rubbing the taut muscles. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve hated seeing you with him?” he asked quietly.
Slowly, Jordan said, “A better idea now than I did ten minutes ago.”
He narrowed his eyes on her face, glimpsing the tiny spark that was there, then gone in her pretty, green eyes. Her elfin face was glowing, her mouth curved up and she looked rather…pleased. “He never once touched me like that,” she said, letting him see just how much she had yearned for it. “Not once. And I needed it.”
She closed the small distance between them and wrapped her arms around his neck. Pressing her lips to his mouth, Jordan whispered, “Don’t, Angelo. Don’t. I’ve never felt needed, until just now. Don’t regret it.”
“How long have you had these…new gifts?” she asked later that night. “What all can you do?”
He stroked one hand down her back and sighed. “Ten years,” he admitted, shaking his head. “Ten fucking years. Lee has his head so stuck in his own business it never dawned on him to care. And as to what…it’s not just empathy anymore. I can speak into your mind as well as his. I think it has to be somebody I feel a bond with—but I can do it more and more. And I don’t have to be touching people to pick up on their emotions. I just have to be within range. Within sight, or the same room.”
“That’s why you’ve gotten so many new jobs,” she murmured. “He says it’s because people are willing to try anything when they are desperate, and that you just get lucky. But it’s the new gifts.”
“And I’m a good investigator. Sometimes I don’t even have to use the gift,” he said, scowling at the thought of Lee. “He’s supposed to be learning the ropes and all he does is PR and budgets and bookkeeping. Fine by me—that way I don’t have to. But how he can talk about my job when he’s never bothered to learn it?”
“Tell me about the kids,” she whispered, stroking one hand absently over his chest.
“No” he whispered, shaking his head.
She peered up at him in the dim light and asked, “Why not? I’m not looking for a story or anything. I just want to know.” He never talked to the media or anyone outside the cops or the kid’s families about those he helped bring home. But she wanted to know.
“Because it hurts,” he said gruffly. “And I don’t want to think of painful things when I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here.” He rolled her over and pinned her under him, kissing her, gently at first, and then with growing hunger. “Ask me again…some other time. But not now, not here.”
Early the next morning, Jordan looked toward Angelo hesitantly.
He was cheerful, whistling, and carrying on as though it was just an average day.
And her whole world felt like it was changing. The careful, cautious way she had always done things didn’t feel like the right
way to continue—
“Because it’s not,” he said almost absently, as he tossed bacon into a skillet.
She stared at him over her coffee cup, the thick mug halfway to her lips. He paused and said, “Oops.” He had the grace to flush and shrug half-heartedly. “You’re ah, kinda broadcast thinking there.”
Lowering the cup, she asked, “I’ve always been careful. If that’s not right, then what is? And why isn’t it right?”
He lowered the fork he had been using to jab at the raw bacon and said softly, “Jordan, you’ve always been careful because people expected you to be. Not because you wanted to be. Deep down inside you’ve always wanted to leap before looking, haven’t you?” He turned off the stove before shifting around and leaning back against the counter to face her, folding his arms across his sculpted, naked chest. “You wanted to paint rainbows and faeries, and were told to do mathematical equations. You wanted to write books, but your parents said it was more profitable to sell them.”
“And Lee?” she asked. “What about Lee?”
Angelo’s mouth lifted in a half smile. “Lee was safe, too. He didn’t make you think too hard, didn’t make you feel too much. I will, Jordan,” he promised. “I’ll take everything and I’ll give everything. I’ll push you to your limits and I’ll make you feel everything you’re capable of feeling. I don’t believe in safe zones, Jordan.”
Chapter Five
Jordan knew she had never felt as wicked as she did right now, straddling his big, black and chrome Harley, while Angelo stood watching her naked body. She was wearing the black boots he had brought out, and she suspected he had a few more things in store, but right now, she was quivering inside just from the vibrations of the bike.
And his dark brown eyes on her.
“That bike would almost make your vibrator obsolete, wouldn’t it?” he purred, pacing a slow circle around her, watching as she squirmed, and her eyes glazed as she leaned forward and shifted, so that her clit was in contact with the leather of the seat—oh, damn…her teeth sank into her lip and she jumped when she felt one big warm hand close over her rump.
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