Page 35 of Between Dusk and Dawn

I slid the zipper down on my jeans, popping out my hard cock. Every single ounce of control I had left around this woman was being put to the test. Precum beaded my tip as my queen slept peacefully next to me. Grabbing onto my shaft, I pumped myself a few times and leaned over, placing one of my elbows on my knees. I was holding onto as much of my girth as I could as I imagined what it would be like to taste the sweetness that came from her.

I could only picture my tongue as an airplane making its landing onto the strip of red hair covering her mound. I would lap every morsel of sweetness that dripped from her wet pussy as she clenched around me. The thought of losing control in her presence only made my hand work my aroused cock faster.

Stroking myself, I imagined her little cunt destroyed from the strength of my tongue as I flicked every sensitive bit. I’d bite her sensitive lips and revel in the crimson beading from my punctures. Letting the blood cover my cock as I pushed myself in. I always had a thing for women sleeping and blood, butknowing my muse would let me play with her in any way, only brought me closer to orgasm.

She would tell no one our dirty little secret. Because my muse was as kinky as I was. Over the last three years, I’d watched her tie a tie around her neck as she bounced on her nine-inch dildo suctioned to the floor. My muse liked to be choked and brought to the point of passing out before she exploded over her toy. There wasn’t any need to rely on her toy from here on out, unless we were using it to fuck her tight puckered hole.

She was never—I pumped my throbbing cock faster as my orgasm crested—going to—I threw my head back against the back of the chair—leave me.

I came all over my hand, and an explosive groan escaped my lips as I lifted my head and ropes of cum dripped onto the ground.

In the midst of wetting a washcloth to clean up the mess, I shook my head, then dropped the washcloth.

"A little souvenir to wake up to," I whispered, and stalked over to where my sleeping beauty lay unaware of how she just sent me to a full explosion, making me wish I was fucking her instead of my hand.

"In due time." It was a promise I kept repeating to her, but this time, the clock was my worst enemy.

Pushing away a small lock of hair, I dropped a kiss onto her cheek. It was the one thing we’d never shared. I never touched her lips because I couldn’t imagine what her lips would do.How much control would I have left once our mouths touched?

Every fiber of my being begged me to stay, but I had to push myself away from her.

I walked out the front door and locked it behind me.

"Fuck," I groaned, tugging at the dark hair mussed on my head.

Two reasons this was so wrong. The first was the amount of control and power this woman had over me was insurmountable. It infuriated me; no one had ever held power over me.

The second? This was the same girl my sister hated. I loved my sister deeply and would give her the world if I could, and I tried to for many years. Madison wasn't there for her; she was rude, put her in danger repeatedly, and blamed her along with the rest of the campus when her boyfriend passed away.

This was supposed to be revenge for my sister. I needed to control this overwhelming desire I had developed to see Madison, even though I knew I would be forced to marry someone else. The thought of going home without Madison Ryan was driving me over the edge.

I picked up my phone, dialing my brother-in-law’s number.

"Hey Walsh," Rain’s voice echoed through the phone’s speaker.

"I need to borrow the hunting cabin tonight," I said, hoping he would ask no questions. It had been three years since I’d stepped foot in Isles, and he knew that.

"In Isles?"

"Yes. I found myself up here for…business."

There was a strange pause. "Your dad is here for dinner, and he said you were taking a break to go visit some college friends in Seattle?"

Fuck.

"I lied. It’s unofficial business." I huffed as I walked down the gravel path toward the bar where I’d parked the car.

"It doesn’t have to do with the fact that you are going to get engaged soon?"

I liked Rain. He was my sister’s husband, and although we had a rough start, we’d somehow carved a friendship over the last few years. I loved that he cared for her and protected hereven though she was stubborn about it. Neither of them wanted any involvement in the underground world, so they were both writers and preferred to keep away from any business, especially with Rain’s previous relationship with the Cartel.

"Nothing is set in stone," I said begrudgingly, crossing the street and making my way toward my favorite all-black Ferrari. It stuck out in Isles like a sore thumb. Most of the cars were beat-up trucks like what Bella Swan fromTwilightdrove. Don’t fuck around. That movie was legit, and my sister made me watch it a thousand times when we were younger.

"So, this trip to Isles?—"

"Nope. Can’t talk about it."

"If you wanna talk about it…"

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