Page 30 of Hell Bent

“Fuck no, woman. But you had that look in your eye that said you were second-guessing your decision.”

“No, I wasn’t. I was trying to remember if I picked up my dirty clothes off the bathroom floor.”Liar, liar, her inner woman screamed at her.

Vicious held the takeout bag as Sway headed up the snow-covered steps. Her foot slipped, sending her down the steps. Food be damned, the takeout bag dropped from his hand as he grabbed her by the waist, keeping her from getting hurt.

Sway looked up at Vicious. Her ass was now wet from the snow, and she was embarrassed as hell, but the heated look he gave her made her forget about all of it. They stayed staring at each other for seconds, neither speaking, neither moving. Wet cold seeped into her jeans. Seconds ticked by. Sway grabbed the front of Vicious’s jacket and pulled him down to her. Pressing her lips to his, she wanted to feel anything but lonely, anything but cold.

Vicious could kiss her all night but not on the steps with the temperature dropping. Breaking the kiss, he smiled at her. “Let’s get you upstairs before you freeze.”

“I’m rather hot at the moment,” she mumbled as he helped her stand up.

“Yeah, you are.” Vicious glanced around and spotted the bag a few steps down. Retrieving it, he hustled up behind Sway, making sure she didn’t fall again.

Vicious followed Sway into the apartment. The first and last time he’d been in it, he’d been trying to keep himself calm. Everything in him wanted to kill the men who dared hurt her. Not wanting to save her even more than she had already been, he’d looked at every book on the shelves. It had been an attempt to keep himself from exploding in a tirade of curse words and hostile anger.

Being there now, he took a minute to check the place out. The look and feel was a mix of masculine and feminine. Oversized chairs sat next to a sofa of equal size, but the coffee table and other furnishings in the room were hard-edged and streamlined. It told him she would be a hard one to pin down. He did love a challenge.

Turning to look for her, she stood by the kitchen table, unbundling herself from her coat, hat, and scarf. When shelifted her dark hair and shoved it behind her shoulders, the movement thrust her chest out, grabbing more than his attention. She caught him off-guard when her tongue darted out, moistening her lips as she innocently looked him over.

He had wanted her begging, wanted to hear the sweet whimper that escaped a woman’s lips when her body went from riding the tense edge to tumbling over into complete weakness. He had wanted her body limp and a soaking mess. Now, he stood there and all he wanted was to kiss her full lips and drown in her grey, winter-coloured eyes.

Slipping out of his leather jacket, Vicious hung it on the coat rack. Then, like a lion, he prowled toward her. Moving around the furniture, he tracked her like prey. His long strides closed the distance between them, and when he backed her up to the kitchen table, he stopped. He didn’t get to make the first move before Sway reached for him.

Running her hands through his thick, dark-blonde hair, she tugged him to her, bringing his mouth to hers. Sway loved the feel of his hands gliding across her bare skin as he moved her sweater up out of his way.

Her body hummed in reaction to his touch. Tilting her head back, she released him. Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her sweater, pulled it over her head, and let it float to the floor. Watching Vicious through hooded eyes, she sighed as his hands ran over her lace-covered breasts, massaging them roughly through her blood-red bra. Covering his hands with hers, she went to unhook the clasp until he stopped her.

Vicious tugged the lace cups beneath her breasts, making them lift higher. He loved the contrast of the colour of the red lace against her pale skin. Leaning in, he wrapped his warm mouth over one of them, making her moan.

Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the feel of his hands on her skin. With his mouth engulfing her breast, she let her head drop back and her lips began to quiver. “Lower,” she begged.

With a cocky grin, Vicious knelt and helped Sway out of her boots before moving his hands up to her gorgeous hips. He took his time unfastening her jeans. Sliding the denim down her lean, muscular legs, he tugged them off and tossed them aside. Glancing up at her, he loved how she stood there in just the bra pulled below her tits. Her hands ran through his hair, and Vicious knew he’d remember this moment for a long time to come. “You’re beautiful.”

She shivered as his hands caressed her legs. As his hands skimmed over her thighs, they pressed her to open wider, giving him a wider stance. Vicious pressed his mouth against her mound, kissing her firmly before moving lower and sliding his tongue to her clit. His breath was warm and moist as his mouth worked her into a trembling mess. He wanted his first taste of her to be memorable.

Turning Sway around, he kissed the back of her thighs. His teeth scraped the underside of her butt, making her squirm. Moving up her legs, he bit the inside of her thigh as he slipped his fingers along her folds, delving in and out of her pussy. Once again, he pushed Sway to widen her stance.

Sway could barely stay upright. Vicious was killing her slowly with his tongue and fingers. When his head dippedbetween her thighs, Sway tried gripping the edge of the table. “Oh fuck,” she cried out as his tongue grazed over her ass while he fucked her with his fingers.

Her cries had him working her harder. With her knees trembling uncontrollably, she wanted to beg Vicious to stop so she could catch her breath.

Like a hunter capturing its prey, he took her to the floor. Loving how her body arched up against his mouth, he dove deeper into her slick sex, licking and nipping her clit. Her muffled moans urged him on, and when he looked up, he saw her hands covering her mouth. He stopped and moved over her body like a cat, gripping her hands, pulling them from her face, and taking her mouth hard.

When he came up for air, her eyes were on fire, and he found he loved the look. “I want to hear every fucking sound you make. I want to hear you scream, baby.”

He moved back down her body and settled between her thighs. Taking her in his mouth, he sucked. When she began to tremble beneath the onslaught of his tongue, he tightened his grip on her thighs, keeping her from moving away from him. He would never get his fill of her sweet taste.

“I think you like me taking control of you.”

“Maybe,” she whispered between breaths.

Leaning back, he released her hands then reached between her tits and unclasped the bra, letting it fall to the sides. Getting to his feet, Vicious pulled his shirt off and dropped it on the floor. Then he stripped so she could see what she was getting. Staring down at Sway, his eyes scanned herfrom her head to her feet and couldn’t find one thing he didn’t like about what he saw. Holding his hand out for her to take, Vicious pulled her up when she took it. Turning her around so she faced the small kitchen table, he told her, “Hands on the table, baby.” Vicious watched as Sway placed her hands on the table. Then, using his foot, he pulled a chair to him and sat down. His hands caressed her heart-shaped ass before gripping her hips, then he slid a hand between her thighs and pressed it against her mound. He raked his teeth over her ass, nipping at her, making her tremble.

Dropping his other hand to his cock, he stroked himself. With each stroke, his fist rubbed against her pussy, making Sway squirm. She rocked back and forth, meeting his strokes. Dropping his head against her back, he listened to her moans as they became louder. His fingers pinched her clit. “Vicious!”

“I got you.”

“Please,” she begged.

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