My Bloody Valentine (Unlocked Desire)

She shakes her head, pursing her lips. “No.”

“Is that why you’re grinding your clit into the palm of my hand?”

“It’s just a reaction. It doesn’t mean I want you.”

“Is that so?” I chuckle as I let one finger slide into her panties and brush against her clit.

“Please,” Em begs.

I chuckle. “Please what, Butterfly?”

“You know what.”

“I’m gonna need you to say it. I don’t want to be labelled a rapist and all that.”

She props herself up on her elbows, her eyes shooting daggers at me. “You’ve got no problems with murder and abduction, but you draw the line at rape?”

“I am a monster with morals,” I shrug as I glide my finger up and down her slit, avoiding her clit completely.

“Why are you such an asshole?” she sighs.

I smirk. “Why are you so stubborn?”

“Stone, please.”

I pull my hand out and glide my finger glistening with her sweetness along her full pink lips. “Open your mouth and taste how wet you are for me.”

“No. Put it in your own mouth.”

I thread my finger through her hair, yanking her head back. Her green eyes shoot lasers, the sweet way she used to look at me gone and turned into something else. I feel something ugly in me twist up, making me want to hurt her because for ten years, I’ve been destroyed without her. I trail her juices along her lips. “I wanted you to ask nicely, but now…now I want you to beg.”

“It won’t happen. You can go to hell.”

“Butterfly, I’ve already been there.” I open the car door and drag her out by her hair.

“Stone, you’re hurting me.”

“Should have thought about that when I asked you nicely. Bad girls get punished.”

“Stone, I’m sorry. Please don’t do this,” Emily begs.

My chest constricts at her cries. I don’t want to be an asshole, but she’s forcing me into this. I’ll make it up to her, but she’s got to understand that she belongs to me, that she’s mine in every way. I hate that part of her is holding out on me. I don’t want that; I want her to be free with me. She can put on an act for every other fucker on the planet, but with me, I want it all. I want her dark and her light. I want to be consumed with each other. I want nothing to matter to her other than me, than us. I need to mark her, own her, possess every fragment of her.

“Stone, what if someone walks by?”

There’s barely anyone walking around this late at night. The street is bare, but I’m so ravenous I wouldn’t even care if we had an audience of a million. I need her. Now.

“Then they’ll see me fuckin’ my woman,” I grunt, bending her over the hood of the car, her perfect round ass at my mercy.

“I’m not yours.”

Rage pours from the depths of my dark soul at her words. The fuck she isn’t mine. My hands curl at her hips as I lift her, flipping her so that her ass is now on the hood of the car and forcing her legs open for me. Her breath hitches, her gaze fixed on the blade as I trace the line of her panties with it. Her body shakes, not from the cold but from the threat of what I might do to her.

“Stone, don’t do anything crazy.”

My eyes lock with hers as I bring the tip of the knife to the seam and rip the panties off her. She sighs in relief as my fingers graze her silky cunt. I smirk at her before dropping to my knees. She’s so perfect, pink and pretty.

I rub my nose against her bare, warm slit. “You smell so fuckin’ good. I could die a happy man buried in your pussy.”

“Fuck,” Emily moans as I scatter gentle kisses along her sensitive flesh.

I growl into her pussy, enjoying the way her body shivers. “You’ve always been mine. You need a reminder.”

I slide my tongue along her slit, relishing her sweet taste. Fuck, she tastes so damn good. Emily writhes underneath me, coming undone with the pleasure my tongue’s giving her. I glide slowly, moving in a torturous rhythm before making contact with her clit.

“What do you want, Em?”

“Damn it, Stone.”

I draw her clit into my mouth with a long pull. Emily wants this, but something in her won’t allow her to admit how much. “Be a good girl and hold your pussy open for me. Show me how badly you want my tongue on you.”

She does what I ask without hesitation, exposing herself.

The sound of my hand slapping her pussy reverberates on the quiet street. “Tell me what you want me to do to your cunt, Butterfly.”

Emily stays silent, and I slap her pussy again. “Emily, you can either be sore from me making you come all night or sore from me slapping your pretty little cunt. Pick your poison, sweetheart.”