Page 120 of All Your Hate

“You care about her a lot.”

“Of course. She’s all I have left. Well, not anymore.” I turn in his arms so I can look at him properly. “Now I have you as well. I’m sure she’ll love you when you get to meet her.”

“You want her to meet me?” He sounds surprised.

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I want my little sister to meet the man I love?”

It takes a few seconds for my words to sink in. I expect him to give me one of his smug grins, but he looks like I’ve punched him in the gut. “You love me and you want me as part of your family?”

“Yes.” I frown like the statement should be obvious.

Grabbing my waist, he pulls me closer to him and kisses me. It’s more than just a kiss though. I can feel his need and his love in every swipe of his tongue.

I let out a small whimper and he bites my lower lip, tugging it until I taste blood.

Fuck. I can feel his need to have me rolling off him and it matches my own desire for him.

All day I’ve wanted him, but I’ve been playing a dangerous game. Teasing him, seeing how much restraint he has for me now. Not that long ago he would have taken what he wanted or forced me to take from him. But something’s changed between us. The tempestuous savage energy is still there, but we’ve found a calm beneath it all. His very presence both soothes and ignites me. He breaks me apart and heals me, all with the same gentle touch.

“Can we please fuck now?” Noah practically whines at me. Maybe he is a little more desperate than I thought? That edging must have really taken its toll on him.

“Be a good boy and sit down on the hood, then I might let you fuck me.” I point to the car. Defiance flashes in his eyes, but it melts into submission. God, I love having this power over him. He may be able to bend me to his whims with the mind-breaking powers of his cock, but all it takes is a few lustful promises to have him begging at my feet.

“Yes, my love.”

He starts walking over to the car and I stop him. “Did I say you could walk?”

I’m not sure if he’s going to listen or drag me to the car, bend me over, and punish me for my words.

With his gaze locked on mine, he drops to his knees. “Crawl,” I say as seriously as possible, but inside I’m a giddy excited mess. I can see how he gets off on acting like this.

Even on all fours Noah moves with cat-like grace. His lithe body turning me on as he crawls for me.

Pulling himself onto the hood he sits there and leans back on his elbows. He's the image of perfection, oozing sexual energy. The man’s no angel or devil. He’s something in between and he’s all mine.

“Show me your cock.” I make my request as I stride towards him.

Noah groans as he pulls his cock free. It’s swollen and red. In desperate need of my attention.

I give him his next instruction. “Touch yourself.”

He watches me with dark hungry eyes as he leisurely pumps his cock. I can feel my thighs getting slicker. Somehow he notices as well and looks down.

“You kept something very important from me,” I say to distract him. His eyes snap back up and I swear there’s a trace of panic there. “I should withhold something from you as well.”

“Wynter—ah!” He gasps as I flick the barbell on the tip of his cock.

Standing above him, I take all of him in. The way his shirt fits him so perfectly, showing off just the right amount of tattoo and muscle. His corded arms on display where his sleeves are rolled up. His long fingers wrapped around his cock. And what a cock it is. So long and beautifully pierced. And all mine.

I lower to my knees between his legs. “You’re lucky I want your cock so much. I’ll let it slide that you kept your involvement with Dmitri from me.” His face goes slack as I take him into my mouth in one go. Each piercing gliding over my tongue. He lets out a long low moan and gently threads his fingers through my hair, letting me set my own pace.

“A fucking goddess,” he sighs out. Peering up through my lashes, I see him watching me intently.

I lick up and down his length. Spending extra time on his piercings, letting my tongue explore each one, and memorizing what he likes.

When I take him into my throat again I moan louder than I normally would. Putting on a show for both of us to get off to.

I can feel his restraint as he stops himself from taking over.

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