Cruel Seduction (Underground Kings 2)

“I must not have done something right, then,” I growl, thrusting a bit harder than I intend.

“I just want you that much,” she says, scratching those nails of hers down my back to add to the wounds she put there last night. I have about a dozen or so bite marks all over my chest and shoulders and by the feel of my skin, I have scratches from my neck to my ass.

She is ferocious in bed.

It’s a good thing Kendrick didn’t love her right because he doesn’t know how to handle a woman like Gabriella. He went about it in all the wrong ways, using abuse to control her, but he had no idea the beauty he suppressed when he did it.

Why break someone down when they are resilient to take on the world with you? A partner in crime, someone who can be trusted no matter what? That is what I am going to make her. She’ never know what it is like to be alone again.

She smells of sex and sweat, sleepy Sunday mornings, and tastes of champagne from last night. I want this for the rest of my life. Everything I have worked toward to get here was fucking worth it, and I’d do it all over again.

I break away from the kiss, and my entire face pinches with pleasure as I moan. “What you do to me,” I whisper as I move in and out of her at an excruciatingly slow pace, but I can't go faster. She feels too good right now. My cock is sore, sensitive, and my sack hurts from coming so much, but not even that can stop me from making love to her right now.

Sleepy sex is the best sex.

I still feel as though I am dreaming.

Her muscles clench around me, and I wrench my head back to watch her face as she falls apart. Watching her facial features morph into pleasure has my body climaxing along with her. I have no idea how I have anything left. I am wrung out.

“Now that is a proper good morning.” She giggles, then stretches again. “I feel great.”

I snort and kiss the middle of her chest before rolling away. “You always make me feel great.” I sit up and crack my neck, and she shrieks behind me. I bolt into a standing position and grab the bat next to the bed. “What!” I’m at the ready. I’ll swing to the death.

“Your back! Sebastian, why didn’t you tell me?” She is naked, on her knees, and inching closer to the edge of the bed. Her hand lands on my hip and she turns me around, gasping in horror when she sees the marks she left. “Oh my god, I’m an animal. I hurt you.”

“I’m fine, baby. I loved it. I love being able to look in the mirror and say that you loved my cock so much you had to mark me.”

She rolls her eyes and stands from the bed. She grabs my t-shirt off the floor and slips it on.

Damn, she looks good in my clothes. The shirt stopped right at her mid-thigh. I bite my lips and rub my chin as I watch her walk away from me.

“You’re such a guy.”

I lift a shoulder and shrug, following her to the restroom. “I’d rather be the kind of guy proud to earn your marks than the kind of guy to give them to you.”

She spins around so fast I almost run her over.

“I’m no better than him by doing that to you.”

Oh shit, she is really bothered by what she did.

“Hey guys! We need to talk. Group meeting in five!” Heaven yells from the other side of the door, interrupting us as always. The man always finds a way to interrupt. I swear to God, he listens in on everything. His random appearances everywhere have left me scratching my head more than once. It is beyond coincidence at this point. It is maddening.

“We will be out in a minute!” I sound harsh and annoyed, but Gabby and I really need to talk. I want to clear up her misconception and confusion. She has to see that what was done to her is much different than what she did to me last night.

I mean, I fucking love the bite of her nails in my skin. There isn’t a greater compliment that she lost herself like that to me. I don’t regret a thing. I want her to always mark me, to show me how good she feels.

“You guys still having sex? It’s been two days. That good, huh? Nice,” Heaven says.

I glare at the door, wishing it would go up in flames. The man is a nuisance. “Why are you still here, Heaven?”

“I thought we were talking,” he says. “So, Gabriella. Is Sebastian that good? You sure were crying out. There were a few times I wanted to come check on you. Half the time you sounded like you were dying.”

Gabriella buries her face in her hands. “Oh, God.”

Heaven laughs. “Yeah, I heard that a few times too. I guess he didn’t help much in there, did it?”

“Heaven, go away! Jesus, private moment, man,” I snip. I feel a headache coming on, and it is all because of him. There is too much going on. I don’t need more to worry about, and Heaven being nosey is adding to the shit I don’t want to deal with.