Page 16 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“You say stop and we stop, okay?” I release a deep breath, staring into her lust-filled yet wary gaze. She nods her head and grabs the hem of the shirt she wore to bed, pulling it over her head. Her long, brown hair trails over her shoulders until she shakes her head, and her full, sexy-as-hell breasts with tight, puckered nipples are exposed under my darkening gaze. Goose bumps pebble across her skin as I skim my index finger down her neck, past her collarbone, and drag it almost lazily back and forth on top of her breasts. “Do you know how beautiful you are? Every time I look at you, it feels as if you reached into my body and grasped my lungs, taking all my oxygen. You're fucking stunning, Mama, and I plan on telling you that every day.” My voice comes out deep and gravelly, meaning every goddamn word.

“Make me feel you for days, Dom.” She tips her head back with a whimper of pleasure as I leisurely stroke her breast, moving closer and closer to her nipple until the pad of my thumb rubs over her hard bud.

Without a word, I wrap my arm around her waist, arching her back as I lean down and roll her nipple with my tongue. This is heaven, and she tastes so fucking good that I could keep sucking and licking her for hours without growing tired. The noises coming out of her mouth are intoxicating to me, so sinfully delicious that I never want to stop. I’m already obsessed with her, and this is just making me feel more unhinged than I already am when it comes to her. I suck her breast into my mouth as much as I can, nipping at her silky skin while flicking her nipple with my tongue. Pulling back from her, she cries out in dismay, causing me to chuckle darkly and flip her around before she can say anything.

“Spread your legs for me and do as I say, okay?” I whisper in her ear, moving down because I can’t help myself with her looking so tempting. My lips lock on her neck, nipping at her skin as I move her hair out of my way. She moans loudly and shifts on the bed until her legs are wide enough for my knees to fit between her parted thighs. I slide my hand around the back of her neck and sink my fingers up into her hair, grabbing tight. My other hand skims down her naked back until my palm presses on the flat of her spine, right above her ass. Her back arches as I tug her hair into my fist, placing a kiss on her lip before lowering her down until her head is on the mattress and her ass is up in the air. “Fuck,” I rasp, my eyes on her bubbly ass, gliding down her smooth ass crack that’s winking at me to take her.

I know this is a vulnerable position, not knowing what I’m going to do with her, but I'll do everything I can to prove to her that I’d never hurt her. She’s safe in my care. I slide my hand away from her back, lowering until my fingertips graze her hole, watching it tighten at my light touch before I move on. My other hand clenches in her long hair, trying to control the rage that sweeps through my body. It’s faint and small, but if you look at the tissue surrounding her asshole closely, you can see the scarring. That kind of scarring is placed there by force. I’m going to murder everyone in that fucking motorcycle club, even the ones that didn’t touch her. Everyone is guilty for never stopping the pain she’s had to go through. My gaze can’t help but drag up to her left shoulder where the worst of her scarring is. The bumpy skin ofhisinitials. I loosen my fist slightly as I notice how tense her body is, and when I look at her face turned sideways on the bedding, her eyes are closed.

“Mama, would you let me brand you here one day?” I try to keep my voice calming, but I know anger is seeping through.

Her eyes pop open as she twists her head to look at me over her shoulder. So much trust and yet there's fear in her brown gaze. It warms my chest, knowing she is placing her body in my care, even if she’s scared of the unknown. This woman.

Fuck. She ruins me. She could destroy my whole world, and I’d let her with a smile on my face.

Mine.

“Brand?” she questions, her brows drawn together in confusion before understanding hits as my gaze narrows in on her shoulder. “Oh.” That’s all she says, her thighs trembling against mine as she stares at me with a look I can’t fully read. “With what?” she asks finally, spreading her arms out in front of her, which only causes her lower back to arch more as she fists the comforter.

“I’m a possessive man, Tillie. I’d want my mark on your skin so everyone knows you’re mine, but I want something meaningful to you also.” I tell her the truth, and that makes me wonder if I’m no better than fucking Cruz.

“Would you let me mark you too?” Her voice comes out hesitant, her eyes glittering with unshed tears.

“I’d let you brand me a thousand times and wear it with pride so every fucker can see who I belong to.” She breathes hard, her big, brown eyes dilating with lust at the thought of having her name forever marked on my skin.

“He’s not the only one, little bitch. I know Tey has been itching to tattoo your name somewhere on his body. I, for one, would be happy to have you tattoo Tillie leading down to my dick,” Dalton drawls from the bedroom door, lifting his shirt as we look over at him leaning against the doorjamb.

I knew the asshole had been standing there for five minutes. It’s not hard to see he has a thing for watching. He runs his hand over the hard lines of his pelvis with a shit-eating grin and gives Tillie a wink as she giggles.

“You're all crazy, but I think I would like that.” She bites her lip, glancing out the corner of her eye as if she’s gauging my mood about him being in here.

I had some time to think about it, and if she cares for them, I’ll make sure each of these fuckers stays alive to keep her happy. It brings me some peace knowing that she has men that love her, protecting her when I’m not around.

“Have a seat, Dalton.” I leave that order hanging in the air between us, noticing Tillie’s breath growing heavy, and wet slick sliding down her thighs that also coats my own.

I can’t look away from her, soaking in every moment of her naked in my arms, but I can hear Dalton walk across my room and pull the corner chair closer to the bed until he has the perfect view of Tillie’s whole body from the side.

“Need some lube, my brother?” Dalton asks in a serious tone, and I quickly glance over at him with my brow raised to see he’s not joking.

Looks like I’m not the only one accepting what we can’t control. Him calling me brother is a step in a direction where I know Tillie is going to have five men at her beck and call.

“Top drawer.” I nod my head towards the bedside table next to him and turn my attention back down to see my queen wriggling in her position, growing sensitive at having two men gazing at her every movement.

The lube lands next to me, but before I start coating my cock in the slippery lubricant, I want my girl ready. It’s going to hurt at first. I’m not small, and it’s going to be a tight fit pushing into her ass. Reaching above her shoulder, I grab two of my fluffy pillows and slide my hand under her lower belly.

“Lift those hips for me, Mama.” I help her rise up slightly and lay both pillows on top of each other under her spread thighs. “Back down.”

I slowly drag my hand out from under her, skimming along her soft skin before resting both of my hands on her hips.

“Why did you put the pillows—” She gasps as I rock her hips in my grip, back and forth on top of the pillows.

I know her clit is grazing against the soft material, causing friction until I’m making her hump the pillow. When I glance down between our bodies, a light pink mark shows on the white fabric, letting me know she’s not bleeding too heavily. I don’t care if she makes a mess all over my fucking bed. I’ll buy a new set of sheets then.

“Feel good, baby?” Dalton asks her as she turns her head to watch him, the sound of his zipper lowering ringing loudly throughout the room.

“I need more,” she whimpers, letting out a shaky breath.

Releasing her right hip, I reach down for the lube and pop the cap. The moment I pour it between her ass cheeks, she exhales loudly at the cold sensation as it slides down her crack and mixes with her glistening, wet pussy as she soaks the pillow. I take a moment to gaze at her now shiny ass, wondering how the fuck I got so lucky by ending up with this brave, amazing woman.

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