The Psycho (The Soldiers of Anarchy 1)

Chapter Thirty

Liv

Iwas woken up by the bed rocking and feeling the weight of Adam climbing over me. He pushed my legs apart, and I gave a sleepy sigh and asked him, “What’s going on?”

“I want you,” he said, settling himself in-between my legs and then leaning down to kiss me. I kissed him back, enjoying the haze of sleep and desire mixed together. I could feel how hard he was as he rubbed himself against me, and I lifted my knees up and wrapped my legs around him.

We didn’t need much foreplay this time. I was wet for him, and he was ready to take what he wanted.

“This time,” he growled in my ear. “You don’t come until I tell you to.”

I moaned and arched my back, and taking that as an invitation, he speared into me, filling me in one brutal thrust. Then he pulled back out again only to thrust back in, hard. Long hard thrusts made me cling to him as he fucked me into the mattress. I loved that he wasn’t afraid to be like this, punishing, brutal, raw and demanding. Every drive inside of me was like taking another step to heaven courtesy of the devil himself. But I loved it. I loved that he didn’t treat me with kid gloves. He knew the way I liked it.

He ground his hips into mine, his piercing hitting my G-spot and his dick stretching me in the most delicious way.

“Harder, faster,” I moaned, and he lifted my leg at the knee, placing his arm under there so he could fuck me the way I wanted.

I felt my orgasm build, but he did too, and he stopped, and in a low voice he growled, “Hold it.”

“I can’t,” I cried, desperately trying to fight the fireworks that wanted to break free.

“Yes, you can. Hold it or I’ll stop.”

I nodded and clung to him, burying my head in his neck as he started thrusting again, painful punishing thrusts that had me moaning and writhing underneath him.

“Good girl. Keep holding it,” he gasped as his hips pistoned faster into me. “You’re such a good girl.”

I felt like I was about to explode, I couldn’t hold on anymore. My body was crying out for a release and all I could do was focus on his voice.

He got faster and faster until eventually he cried out, “Now, Olivia. Come for me.”

I threw my head back and came so hard I lost all sense of myself. My legs were shaking uncontrollably, and my pussy had lost its fucking mind, going all Saturday Night Fever and disco dancing all over his dick. He moaned as he rocked slowly into me, milking every damn sensation from our bodies as he told me I felt so good and what a good girl I was.

I didn’t seem to be able to gain control of myself, and I felt him hold me and whisper in my ear, “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

I clung to him, my legs still quivering and my body shaking. And all the time he held me, he whispered, “I’ve got you.” Over and over again. I swear, it wasn’t just my body that had lost it, my mind was a goner too… and my heart.

No one had ever made me feel like this.

He held me in his arms and kissed me gently, with his dick still buried deep inside me. Eventually, my breathing steadied and my legs, although still like jelly, stopped quivering. But he stayed still and stroked my cheek, staring right into my eyes as he said, “You are fucking amazing.”

“That was fucking amazing.” I sighed.

“Because of you.”

He slowly pulled out of me, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want him to leave me, but when he pulled me back into his arms, I couldn’t complain. Who knew it could ever feel like this? I certainly didn’t. It was like I’d found a secret. A dirty, filthy, forbidden secret, and I never wanted to share it with anyone.

He was my secret.

He cuddled me and I wrapped myself around him. We didn’t say anything for the longest time, words weren’t needed, but eventually he broke the silence.

“You said something back at the club.”

I gritted my teeth, wondering where he was going with this.

“What did I say?”

“You said, the reality was better than the fantasy.” I inwardly cringed and stayed quiet. “Did you have fantasies about me?” he asked with a smugness to his tone.

“Maybe. I might’ve.” I shrugged and he gave a low chuckle.

“Don’t go all shy on me now. If you have fantasies you want me to fulfil, just tell me.” He leant down to whisper in my ear, “That’s what I’m here for.”

I gave a little shudder. I liked the sound of that, and it gave me goosebumps thinking of all the possibilities.

“You kind of fulfilled one tonight,” I said, and he pulled back to look at me with a puzzled expression on his face.

“The dark room?” he asked.

“No. The window.”

His eyebrow shot up and he looked over at the window and then back at me.

“You’ve fantasised about me coming in here through your window?”

I nodded.

“Fuck me. Why didn’t I do that sooner?”

I laughed and he kissed me then pulled away.

“I mean it though; you have to tell me this shit. I want to do it.”

“Looks like our games might not be over quite yet then.” I smirked and he slapped my ass.

“Go to sleep. But tomorrow, I want all the dirty details.”