Page 3 of Born To Be Bad

“I’m yours,” I say. “You can do anything you want to me. Anything.”

Alistair growls in response. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.”

I push my body up against him, feeling him harden. “I mean it.”

“I want to make you come,” he says.

“My pleasure doesn’t matter right now,” I whisper. Also, in my experience, female orgasms can take a while—and we didn’t have the luxury of time.

His grip on me tightens. “Your pleasure is the only thing that matters.”

“I don’t care about pleasure right now. I want to comfort you,” I say. “Tell me what to do.”

“I want you to do nothing but give yourself up to me.”

“I have,” I reply, looking into his hungry eyes. “I am. I’m yours.”

My skin tingles with desire. Alistair’s fingers find the top button on my blouse, and then he loses what little patience he has and rips it open. I gasp. He was so gentle a moment ago, and now he’s back to being my ferocious black jaguar. He plunges his teeth into my neck, not hard enough to break the skin but to cause just the right amount of pain. I cry out at the surprise and bite, and I think he’ll cover my mouth, but he doesn’t. He’s past caring about anything else but us and our flaming skin. He sucks my neck for a while, hard and focused, driving me crazy, then moves down to my breasts. Alistair yanks my bra down. I’m nervous that he’ll suck too hard on my sensitive nipples, but instead, he shoves as much of my boob into his mouth as he can, squeezing the rest with his strong beautiful hands and it feels intense but incredible. My clit hums.

He’s acting unpredictable so I’m a little anxious that he’ll inadvertently hurt me, but I breathe and give in. He’s never given me a reason not to trust him when it comes to sex, and I have my safe word.

“Fuck me however you like,” I murmur. “I don’t want to come. I just want you inside me.”

He growls again and pushes his body against me, harder and with less care. I gasp as he spins me to face away and bends me over the gurney. He claws at my panties, pulling them down. Everything happens so fast. The moment feels out of control, but I go with it. If this is what Alistair needs, I’m game. He has a strong hand on my back, keeping me squashed against the thin mattress. Desire takes over and I’m no longer nervous.

“Be as rough as you like,” I say over my shoulder. I can feel his hard cock against my ass.

His voice is gruff with emotion. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Do what you need to do. I’ll tell you to stop if I can’t handle it.”

“You’re too precious for that,” he whispers. “You’re my goddess. You’re the love of my life.”

I had expected to be surprised by Alistair in this poky room, but I had not expected those words. I want to make it okay for him to do what he needs. I push my soft ass back into him, offering myself to him like an animal on heat.

“I’m not your goddess right now,” I say. “I’m your whore.”

CHAPTER 3

I'm Your Whore

ALISTAIR

I’m in control—barely—until Ivy says those words. I’m your whore.

It’s all the permission I need to release the hurricane of emotions I have funneling through me, making me feel ready to explode. The woman I love is offering me a gift and I know I have to take it or risk some kind of psychological crisis. She pushes against me again, urging me on.

I move to take off my belt, but then remember we used it as a makeshift tourniquet for Ariana. My stomach clenches. Ariana! A new wave of intense emotion floods me. I shake it off. There’s nothing I can do.

I rush to unbutton my jeans, pushing them down just enough to free my eager cock. I swear it’s got a heat-seeking device for Ivy.

I’m your whore.

I can’t wait any longer. I shove myself inside her and she gasps again. I’m still pushing her down, bending her over. If the sensation is too much, she doesn’t show it. Ivy opens up, hips high as she takes me all in. The fit is so tight, almost too tight, because I haven’t warmed her up. Usually I like to take my time and make Ivy as swollen and juicy as possible before I go anywhere near her with my cock. But things are different this time. This isn’t for pleasure, this is an emergency fuck. Ivy knows what I need.

I start rocking my hips, my length sliding all the way in.

She gasps again. “Fuck, Alistair. You feel so huge. You’re stretching me so wide.”

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