“Shh,”I tell the beautiful stranger I spotted sitting at the end of my bar as his light brown hair reflected off the dim lighting as he sipped his beer. His eyes are the color of the deep depths of the ocean. And I don’t know if it was his compliments or the conversation with the older men, but I brought him home.
Grabbing his hand, I lead him down the hall and into my room. I’ve never had a one-night stand. Sure, I've seduced many, but Desmond was my first, and after seeing Krystal in his lap, I want to erase his touch, his scent, his earth-shattering kisses.
I want to replace him.
Closing my door, I slam the tall, muscular man against it, which earns me a chuckle. “Feisty, are we?”
“You have no idea,” I purr, ripping his shirt over his head and allowing my hands to explore the grooves of his abs. He’s older, mid-thirties if I were to guess, but he is still so fucking fit.
I allow him to bend and wrap my legs around his hips, carrying me to the bed. He strips me of my shirt, his delectable mouth latching onto my nipples, and I release a moan.
And it’s loud. Almost as if I want to get caught.
TWENTY-TWO
The soundof her moan has my dick hardening instantly.
Until I think about it.
Did she bring someone home?
The thought is enough to make my dick deflate and my temper to spike. Shrugging off the covers on my bed, I stand to my full height, stalking out of my room and across the hall. My hand shakes on the knob as I hear her giggle. Fucking giggle. She didn’t do that shit for me. She better hope she’s flying solo in there.
But of course, she’s not. She’s letting someman suck on her tits, to leave marks on skin he doesn’t own. My mind snaps, just like his arm as I bend it behind him. My blood roars, like his cry when I punch him in the face. But it doesn’t matter that I break the fingers on his other hand one at a time. It doesn’t matter that he’s running away. None of it fucking matters because I can’t control the beast that is unleashed in that moment.
I turn slowly to face Blaise. She looks up to me with wide eyes and her lips slightly parted. I run my thumb over that bottom lip, hoping it could calm me, but in this moment, I have to purge the beast, and nothing less will do. I flip her over, yanking down her shorts to expose her round ass. Snatching her lighter off the windowsill, I straddle her. “You just had to test me, didn’t you?” I growl, grabbing a pen.
She struggles under me, but it’s no use. I’m a big guy.
“You don’t own me,” she hisses.
That makes a short laugh burst out of me. “Taking all your firsts says differently. Tell me, baby. When he was being gentle with your tits, were you thinking of me? Wishing it were my teeth?” I heat the ball of the pen up, getting straight fucking giddy inside as I watch it burn.
“You have Krystal.”
“Jealousy is beautiful on you.” I release the lighter, positioning the pen. “But it’s straight fucking scary on me.”
The smell of burnt flesh reaches my nostrils as I watch my signature etch onto her skin. Something about watching my name appear calms me. Until she starts screaming. That sound riles my beast right back up, so I shove her head into the blanket with my free hand to muffle her cries.
Once I’m finished, I sink to my knees behind her, allowing my lips to fall over her abused skin, soothing it with my tongue as she sobs into the blanket. I kiss and lick until her body stops shaking, until her sobs are tiny little moans. “I want you to think about this the next time you think you can allow someone else to touch what’s mine.” I kiss up her spine,beneath her ear. “And next time, I’ll mark your fucking pussy. Don’t do this again.” I kiss the side of her head, rising and walking away.
As I lay in my bed, I take note of how I’ve never felt lighter. How if anyone now tries to fuck her, they’ll see my name and back the fuck off.
I groanand roll over in my bed, shoving my pillow over my head. I’ve always had a soft spot for Blaise. The need to make sure she’s okay is pressing. I don’t fucking care that I marked her, but I do care about an infection. Though I regret nothing. It’s a useless emotion people should honestly get rid of. And yet…
Grumbling, I get out of bed, stalk across the hallway, and lock her door behind me. The moonlight spills over her silky skin, highlighting the curve of her ass as she sleeps on her stomach on top of the covers. The sight of her makes me hard and any idea other than fucking her is out of the question.
I ease a hand beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, my fingers playing with her silky heat as I raise her up slightly so my mouth can suck and lick at her clit. She whimpers in her sleep, hands curling in the sheets. Fuck, I love the sight of her like this. Her tiny little noises are my addiction. I kiss up the curve of her ass, swirling my tongue around my name, allowing the metallic taste to melt on my tongue.
I remove my hand and mouth, gripping her hips, then I pull her up. Her pink pussy glistens in the moonlight and I grip my dick through my sweatpants, squeezing the head roughly. I moan, slipping myself out of my sweats and lining myself up. Slowly, I enter her. Allowing her tight little pussy to stretch around me, watching myself sink in. I toss my headback, my eyes closed as I feel the closest thing to heaven on earth I’ll ever come close to. That is the dangerous thing about Blaise Sheffield, she makes me feel things—want things. She always has. And if I could go back, I would walk the other way instead of helping her to her feet when Krystal pushed her down in pre-K.
I would have eliminated her from my fucking existence if I knew she was going to have this hold on me.
It’s the definition of insanity. Thinking our story can end in anything other than disaster. She broke me once, and I won't allow her to do it again. But for right now, I’m going to use her body, fuck with her mind, and break down every fucking wall she has up.
“Desmond,” she moans, but she sounds confused.
“You’re taking my cock like such a good girl,” I rumble, my front falling over her back. I move her hair from her shoulder, biting on her pulse point so I can feel her life beneath my teeth. “Are you my good girl?” I whisper in her ear. She makes a nonverbal sound and I smack her ass over the burn. “What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you.”