The Bandit (The Stolen Duet 1)

No way in hell was Idone with her.

I leaned over and slid deep again. “Stay with me, baby. We’re not done.” When she didn’t move, I rose to my knees and lifted her ass against my hips. She moaned when my cock reached even deeper. “Wake the fuck up.” My voice was thick with lust.

“Angel,” she whined.

I wasn’t having any of that shit. I’d waited too damn long for her. “Move your hips and fuck me,” I ordered without mercy.

I needed her to show me how much she wanted me. Obediently, she pushed her ass against me, her rhythm gaining speed with each thrust. I was momentarily dazed by the sight of my cock entering her. Her come coated my dick making everything wetter and hotter.

When the beast inside me broke free, I lifted her upper body from the bed and rested her back against my chest. My hand found it’s way to her neck and tightened slowly, cutting off her air little by little. She struggled and whined, so I fucked her harder. The only thing that moved was our hips. Even as she fought, she never stopped fucking me back.

“I told you, sex with me could be deadly,” I whispered just as her consciousness began to slip away.

Her pussy gripped my dick, and she fell again. Her pussy sucked me dry until I was weak in the knees. This time, I flew over the edge with her, but she was already gone. I finished coming inside her, laid her down on her stomach, and gently slid from her body.

“What are you doing here?” I said without turning around. I’d known the moment they entered the room but had been too far gone to stop.

“Watching,” they said at the same time.

“That was fucking intense,” Z groaned.

“Why were you watching?” It wasn’t the first time they’ve watched me fuck, but this was different. This was Mian.

“Because we want our turn,” Lucas answered.

I finally turned on my back to face them. “That’s not going to happen unless she wants it,” I answered confidently. She’d never want it.

They broke out in smiles at the same time. “We figured you’d say that.” Lucas laughed.

“So,” Z drawled. “You and her?”

I looked down at her comatose form. The sharp pain in my chest was answer enough. “It’s not possible.”

“Says king of making the impossible possible,” Lucas argued.

I shook my head and fell back against the headboard. “Not this time.”

A heavy silence descended, making the atmosphere uncomfortable. “We’ll leave you to it then.” Z walked out first while Lucas hung back.

“What’s on your mind, man?”

I didn’t expect him to crack a smile. “Z told me he got to stick the tip in. Don’t I get to play?” He feigned hurt, and if I had my gun, I would have shot him. He must have read my mind because he quickly pulled the door closed behind him. I could hear them laughing as they walked away. As soon as the sound of their footsteps disappeared, I didn’t hesitate to pull my troublesome bandit in my arms.Chapter FiftyYou shouldn’t be here.

MIAN“Fucking say it,Sprite.”

There was no way in hell. I was holding out, although it was costing me a lot. The need to come built, and each time I was ready to throw myself off the ledge, his hand tightened around my neck, stealing my breath and pulling me back.

He was fucking me deep and hard when he told me I’d never see my father again and that I was his. To my disgust, I tightened around him and begged him to make me come.

“Tell me who daddy is.”

I couldn’t.

It was degrading and weird, and I wished my pussy would get the memo and stop getting wetter every time he said.

“I can’t.”

My legs tightened around him when his pounding cock drove me up the shower wall. The sound of the running water drowned out my cries. I didn’t know which kink was worse, choking me until I lost consciousness or withholding my orgasm until I gave in to his degradation.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

So fucking much.

“Don’t you?” he roared.

“Yes!”

“Then give me what I want. Tell me you’re mine.”

Saying I was his would never be enough for him. For me to truly be Angel’s, I had to be broken. If that were true, why wasn’t I sure I didn’t want to belong to him?

As if he’d read my thoughts, Angel sunk his teeth in my cheek. It was cruel and hurt enough to bring tears to my eyes, and when he didn’t let go, I found myself screaming, “Daddy, stop!”

His teeth released my cheek only for him to steal my lips in a savage kiss. “Fuck yeah, I am,” he growled. His hips crashed into mine increasing our tempo.

I came screaming his fucking name and didn’t care how weird it was. I was too weak to clean myself, so he took over and dragged me from the shower. I was silent as he toweled me off and led me back to bed since the sun hadn’t even risen yet.