Cold Hearted Bastard (Underworld Kings)

“So beautiful,” he murmured as he slipped his hand under my shirt and started rubbing my back gently, soothingly. I rested my head in the crook of his neck, Arlo’s scent so dark and spicy. I inhaled deeply, wanting to take another piece of him inside me. The deep sounds of his soft Russian endearments made me sink against him even more.

His words ran softly along my body before licking them away as soon as they landed on my skin. He gently moved his lips along the other side of my neck, sucking at the flesh, pulling it between his teeth before letting it go. I felt those tendrils of pleasure rise again despite having just gotten off.

“Arlo.” His name was a strangled mewl from my parted lips. I never knew I could sound so wanton and needy before.

“I know what you need, baby.”

The world tilted as I was suddenly flipped around and now on my back, Arlo hovering over me. His hands were braced on either side of my body, the shadows concealing the majority of his face. I found that darkly attractive. All I saw was the thunderous, stormy look of pure lust reflected back at me.

He leaned down and started kissing me deeply. “So sweet.” Arlo was breathing so hard. “S toboy ya teryayu kontrol.”

I ran my tongue along his bottom lip, pushing against the seam before delving inside and dueling with his tongue.

“You make me lose control, Galina.”

I made a small cry of pleasure at hearing him saying my full name.

“You’re dangerous to me. My only weakness.” The last part was so low I almost didn’t hear.

We kissed harder, my hands smoothing over his big biceps, my pussy wet, my clit throbbing in time with my pulse. The sounds we made were incomprehensible, rough, and guttural. Never once had I felt so out of control. Never once did I need something so instantaneous and consuming as I did right now with Arlo.

“Arlo, please.” I didn’t care that I was begging, pleading for anything.… for all he could give me.

I felt his hands slide down my side, past the edge of my shirt, his fingertips skating over the bare flesh of my thighs. I felt goose bumps form along my skin as he gripped the T-shirt and pulled it up. I rose enough to help him take the shirt off, the cool air puckering my nipples instantly.

He groaned deeply, flattening his tongue along one peak and dragging it up and around. Over and over again. I let my body fall back on the mattress, my hair no doubt a tangled knot on the light sheets.

I gripped the comforter on either side of me, pulling at it as he worked on one nipple and then went to the other, back and forth, over and over again. He tugged and tweaked at the flesh with his teeth, the sting of pain heightening my desire even more.

“I can’t think when I’m around you.”

I felt the vibrations of his words grow inside me. I thrust my breasts out farther, whimpering when I felt him slide down my body. I missed his mouth on my nipples, but he cupped the mounds as if he knew where my thoughts had gone, massaging them, tweaking the tips with his fingers and thumbs.

“Open for me.” It was a thinly veiled demand I complied with promptly.

I parted my thighs, the cool air washing over me, my pussy so hot, so wet that my panties were stuck to my folds. I should’ve been embarrassed Arlo was the first man to see that part of me, that he’d see how worked up I was.

I closed my eyes as I kept pulling on my bottom lip, the pain from that small cut and my constant tugging on the flesh heightening my pleasure further. He ran his hands up my calves, over my knees, and moved his fingers up my inner thighs until he framed my pussy. “Look at me.”

I blinked my eyes open and stared at the ceiling for a second before I pushed my upper body up on my elbows and looked down at Arlo. My breath caught at the sight of him between my legs, the darkness in his eyes, and carnal need reflected back at me, making my heart skip a beat.

He smoothed a finger along the edge of the material, so soft, so gently that it was maddeningly erotic. And when he pulled the material aside, exposing me, I bit my lip hard enough I tasted the copper flavor of my blood coating my tongue.

“Oh fuck, Galina.” I could feel the soft puffs of his breath moving over my now bared flesh. He slowly lifted his gaze back to my face. “Are you going to let me touch you here, lick this sweet spot?” He slid a digit up and down the edge of my underwear. It was an almost innocent graze, but it seemed so dirty, so erotic.