But I'm greedy. I want more.
I knot my hand in her hair, then I pull back and drive into her.
Softly at first.
To get her used to it.
Then harder.
Harder.
Until she gags.
I give her a second to catch her breath, then I fuck her pretty mouth.
She relaxes her throat. Presses her tongue flat against my base.
Groans as she takes me again and again.
I tug at her hair, pulling her mouth off me.
She licks her lips. Looks up at me with those proud, defiant eyes.
"Groaning as you take it hard and rough." I bring my hand to her cheek. Run my thumb over her lips. "That's how you like it, isn't it? Because you're not a nice girl. And you don't like nice things." I give her another chance to change course. Say yes. Drop her safe word.
She doesn't. She shakes her head. "No."
"Nice girls don't lie about what they want." I move behind her. "You want me to fuck you."
She shakes her head.
"That's too bad. You're going to take it anyway." I drop to the ground behind her. Push her onto the floor face first.
Her forehead hits the ground. Hard enough to hurt. But not hard enough to leave a mark.
I bring my hand to her cunt. She's still soaked.
I run my finger over her clit.
She groans. Close.
Already close.
I push her knickers aside. Then I push her thighs apart with my knees. And I lower my body onto hers.
"Fuck." She turns to the right. Looks back at me, pleading with her gorgeous blue eyes. "Please."
"Please?" I press my palm into her shoulder. "Please what?"
"Please." She says it again. Only softer.
I'm not sure what she's asking. If I'm pushing her too far. Or not enough.
I study her expression. The flush of her cheeks, the heave of her chest, the softness of her brow.
"You think you can beg for mercy, princess?" I ask. "I don't have mercy."
Her pupils dilate.
"We both know why you're begging. For this."
I push into her. Just enough to tease her.
She groans as my cock brushes her cunt.
"Begging me to fuck you. Because you're not a nice girl. And you don't like nice men. Do you?"
"No."
"Then why are you panting, princess?"
She sucks a breath through her teeth.
"You like men like me. Men who will hurt you."
She shakes her head into the floor.
"No? Then I'll have to show you."
She gasps as I drive into her.
No softness this time. No warm up.
I fuck her hard and fast.
Her eyes close.
Her lips part.
Her expression gets soft. Hazy.
That space she needs to be. Where she lets go of everything except my commands.
She isn't asking herself if this is too much. If I'm pushing too far. If I'm crossing some line I can't uncross.
She's there.
Lost in how much she wants it.
Fuck.
My last inhibition falls away.
I forget about the fucking line.
I pin her to the ground, digging my nails into her shoulder as I fuck her.
Her expression softens.
Her groans run together.
Her cunt tightens around me.
She's almost there.
Then I slip my hand between her legs. Run my thumb over her clit. "Come on my cock like a good girl."
She mutters a curse under her breath.
Then she's there.
She groans into the air as she comes.
I work her through her orgasm, then I give her one moment of relief, and I bring my thumb back to her clit.
Those perfect circles she needs.
She comes fast this time.
Hard enough her groan is pain as much as it's pleasure.
Her cunt pulses around me. Pulls me over the edge.
I bring my lips to her neck, groaning into her skin as I come, working until I've spilled every fucking drop.
When I'm finished, I pull back. Undo her bindings. Fix my clothes.
Then hers.
Then I pull her into my lap, stroking her hair as she drifts back to reality.
When she's lucid enough, I help her to her feet, carry her into the bedroom.
I hold her until her breathing returns to normal. Then I run a bath. Help her into it. Soap her skin. Wash her hair.
She looks up at me with hazy eyes.
Nervous.
Shy.
"Will you join me?" she asks.
This time, I nod. Undress. Slip into the small space with her.
Hold her like I'll never let her go.
Chapter Forty-Two
Indigo
I stay there, in his arms, for hours.
Quiet. Still. Completely content.
He holds me close, runs his fingers through my hair, strokes my cheek.
Then he helps me dress, makes sure I eat.
I spend the night in his apartment, in our apartment, in his arms. Wake up to a quiet space and the smell of coffee.
It still feels safe. Like home. A new home that's completely ours.
When I meet Sienna at school, I tell her we're engaged.
She squeals way to go putting a ring on it, offers to shop for dresses with me, asks if Cam is coming to our engagement party.
Shifts to talking about soccer.
My sister.
Not at all interested in the finer points of weddings.