Bound to Darkness (Doubeck Crime Family)

I feel my heartbeat everywhere now. In my toes, my belly, my face, but mostly in my core. My clit is throbbing, my body yearning to be touched. But my head is screaming to keep him away and not let it happen.

“You could try to, but I’m not sure…”

“Don’t worry, Rose. I’m not going to throw you over the bed and fuck you until your cunt memorizes my name.”

I blanch at the crass words even as my body heats further. “But…”

“But nothing. Right now, I need you to relax. Breathe, and then we can talk.”

I settle beside him and let him thread his arm under my neck to support it. “Okay?”

“Are you breathing?”

I nod and then mumble, “Yes.”

“Good. There’s one thing you need to know before I touch you.”

This time I don’t say anything but keep my eyes on him.

“You can’t touch me once I start, or I won’t be able to resist plowing into you and making you mine for real.”

19

KAI

Her eyes are wide when I grab the hem of her gown one more time, but now, I toss it up to her waist and bunch it around her hips. She squirms as if she might get up and run away, but I press my hands into her thighs. “No, you’re the one who started this. If we were married, I would expect you to let me touch you however I saw fit.”

She glares now, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Not any way.”

I laugh softly. “No, you’re correct, only the ways that make your toes curl and leave you begging me not to get out of bed in the morning.”

When she goes silent, I know she’s imagining things in her mind. As long as she keeps her fear at bay, I don’t plan on stopping. Not tonight. Not when so many men were staring at her, hoping to keep her. Over my dead body.

I explore the curve of her calf, then up to her knee, which makes her jerk and laugh. The higher my fingers trail up her soft thighs, the more she squirms. But not in fear, no, she’s tilting her pelvis down as if she can scoot her pussy closer to my hand to close the distance. Which makes me smile. She might be scared, but she wants me so much she’s yearning for it.

My fingers reach the lace edge of her panties, but I stop. Keeping my distance, not wanting to scare her with too much too soon. But even now, just this little touch and the maddening scent of her is driving me insane. I fist my cock through my slacks and give it a couple of jerks.

Then I go back to exploring my prize. I trail my fingers down her other thigh and back up. With each pass of my fingers, she eases closer to me on the bed. It won’t be much longer until she dumps herself in my lap.

“Relax, Rose. I’ve got you. I won’t do anything you don’t like. Trust me.”

She snorts as if that’s a dumb statement, but I let it go, distracted by the curves and valleys of her body under my fingers.

This time when I reach panties, I run my fingers over the silk, right like the seam of her body to her clit. When I reach it, she jerks, her hips coming off the bed. “Oh.”

“Oh?” I peer over the bed at her. “Oh? What does that mean?”

She swallows thickly. “I just didn’t expect it to feel that way.”

I keep my eyes on her face as I trace my finger over the already wet silk. She lets out a slow moan when I brush her sensitive skin. “You like it, though,” I say. She nods, but I don’t need confirmation. Her body is screaming at me all the way she likes it.

My dick is starting to hurt, and I’m fearing for my slack seams. I kneel on the floor and reach up to grab the edges of her panties. She lifts her chin to lock eyes with me, and I give her a small smile. “Just exploring you right now. You like it, right?”

She nods frantically and drops her head back onto the bed. I pull the lace away and tuck them into my pocket. Now this is what I’ve been waiting for. She clamps her thighs together, but I gently ease her open to look at her. Every inch of her skin is flushed pink, and she’s soaked, needing to come. Soft blonde curls frame her clit, and I rub my fingers along her damp skin like I did before. She rocks her hips up to meet my hand, so I do it again.

“You are so beautiful like this, spread open like a feast.”

“Feast?” she whispers.