My Beautiful Poison (Wicked Poison 1)

And then I keep going because I fucking can.

Chapter 13

Rylee

I had read somewhere that a man falls in love faster than a woman. A man can fall in love at first sight, whereas a woman can take up to three months, sometimes longer. And that a man is more inclined to wait for the woman to mutter those three little words first.

I don’t know how true that is, but with August, I know he could never love me. He looks at me as if I’m the devil.

But I’m also okay with that.

I accept it because I like him.

He picks me up like a rag doll as I lie helplessly on the kitchen counter. He left me lying there and grabbed a bottle of water, drinking it down, then grabbed another before throwing me over his shoulder.

My legs are sore. And between my legs, there is a dull ache. But the bounce in his step makes me believe he’s neither. He walks with me hanging over him up the stairs to his room, kicks the door open, deposits me on the bed, then hands me the bottle of water. I take it, drinking while he watches me.

“So, your mother is a sore spot, then?”

He shakes his head but doesn’t answer, then heads into the closet, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear.

“Do you want a pair?” he asks, completely ignoring my initial question.

I sit up on my elbows and let my eyes soak him in. His body is defined in every possible way. He has that V cut, which connects to his perfectly shaped penis, which I might add is the perfect size, soft and hard. And, he made me come from his cock alone. Anderson had never been able to do that. Ever. So I assumed it was a myth. How wrong was I?

“Do you want to shower before I fuck you again?” he asks since I’ve ignored his previous question because my eyes are too lost glancing over his body. I manage to lift my eyes to his chest, which I’ve seen before, but the sight of it still makes me want to get off the bed and run my hands down the taut bumps and grooves, leaving fingernail impressions as I go.

“What about in the shower?” I ask, sitting up. “I’ve never had sex in the shower.”

“How is that possible?”

I shrug, not wanting to get into it that Anderson only liked to fuck me doggy style.

“Shower it is then.” He steps out and I follow. I ogle his naked ass until he reaches the bathroom and runs the shower. He places two towels down and steps in, holding the shower curtain open for me. It’s an old shower over a bath. I step in as he moves under the stream and lets the water run down his body. The droplets of water run over the muscles and then continue down his body, and for some reason, it makes me parched. It’s as if I’m in the Sahara Desert, and the only water available is on him.

Fuck, my arousal level has skyrocketed just from staring at him.

Again, how can that be possible?

Stepping up to him, my hands play on his firm stomach, not reaching his cock this time but watching as it hardens at my touch.

He makes me feel powerful, wanted, desired. His body wants me, even if his mind isn’t sure it does.

“What kind of women were you with before me?” I ask, tracing the lines on his stomach, fascinated with his V.

His hands drop to his sides, letting me touch him however I want.

“Not ones like you,” he answers coldly.

His hand reaches up and wraps around my neck, and I turn around. He pushes forward while my ass presses back into him.

“Turn back around. I like to watch your soulless eyes when I fuck you.” I do as he says and press my front into him. He grips me by the neck again with one hand and puts the other under one leg, hiking it up and bringing me forward so our bodies are entirely touching. “You will look at me as I make you come. No closing your eyes.”

I nod as he bends his knees ever so slightly and slides straight into me. As he enters me I gasp but keep my eyes open, like he requested. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me fully, so now we’re fucking standing up.

My back hits the cold wall, and he lets go of my ass as I grip onto him for dear life with my legs and glide up and down. His hands are now sliding into my own hands, entwining our fingers before he pulls them up the wall so I’m being held up by them. I don’t let go of my grip around his waist with my legs and, somehow, I keep on managing to move. I can feel the orgasm building, wanting to claim me as much as I want it to.