Page 77 of The Misfit

Turning my full attention back to her, I watch her throat bob as she swallows. Anxiety flickers in her pretty eyes, but beneath that anxiety is something molten, something that is all fucking mine.

“You drive me crazy, Salem, and make me want things I have no right to want. I’m going to kiss you. Going to claim you like I should’ve from the fucking start,” I tell her, just so she knows. “The other day at The Mill? That was just a taste.” Her tongue darts out over her bottom lip, and she nods gently, giving me the approval I seek.

My self-control snaps, and I take her mouth hard and fast, bruising in my intensity because I need her branded with my taste, feel, and body. I need to be burned into her bones.

Her lithe body clings to me, and she kisses me back with the same intensity. A kind of spark, an electric current ripples between us. She feels it too, craves me just as much as I crave her. We’re a fucking mess, a terrible fucking mess, but together, we’re a little more normal.

Slowly, I bite her lip, then pull back enough to search her eyes. I don’t have it in me to stop now, even with Aries here, hovering. “You have no idea how much I want you right now. I want to see my fingerprints bruised into that pale skin. I want my teeth marks marching up your neck like a ladder.”

She blinks slowly, hazy, soft. “Do it,” she whispers in a long-drawn-out sigh.

But I’m not. At least not today. Right now, I have a point to make.

“First, I’m going to touch you, get you so wet those little panties will be soaked through. Then I’m going to take you. Hard. Fast. Deep. So deep you’re going to beg me to stop and beg me to fuck you harder at the same time. And trust me, I won’t stop. Not even when you beg, not when tears track down your cheeks because it hurts and feels too good at the same time.”

She shudders out a sigh, and her dress rustles as she squeezes her thighs together.

But first things first.

I turn my head the faintest bit. “Does this look fake to you, Aries?”

There’s a rustle, and I press my body into Salem so she can’t slip away from me. From the corner of my eye, I catch Aries tugging off his jacket and bow tie as he settles onto a sheet-covered couch. Fuck me. I’m more turned on than I ever have been in my life.

While the idea of my best friend watching me fuck my girl seems fun, right now, in my mind, all I can see are his hands on her body as they danced. It leaves me with a bitter taste of jealousy in my mouth.

Salem is mine. Not his. Mine.

My thoughts become scattered when Salem grinds herself against me. The length of my cock presses against the zipper of my dress pants. I’m about to blow apart at the seams.

Leaning down, I nip at her ear, my breath skating across her flesh. “Do you want me to fuck you? Fuck your tight pussy right here while the party rages on in the next room?”

I pull back to gauge her reaction. The organ in my chest thumps hard as if it’s trying to escape through my ribs. With trembling fingers, I tuck a few remaining strands of dark hair behind her ear. She peers up at me, and I see two red spots have formed on her cheeks.

Is she embarrassed?If so, it doesn’t appear to outweigh her desire for me to fuck her.

“Don’t be embarrassed, beautiful. Do you trust me to take care of you?”

“Is that what you’re going to do? Are you going to fuck me while he watches? Or are you going to let him touch me, too?” I don’t miss the tremble in her voice or the way her eyes dart away from mine.

She’s worried that I’ll share her with my best friend, but she doesn’t understand.

If I couldn’t handle him dancing with her, what makes her think I’m going to let him put his dick anywhere near her?Fuck, no.

As badly as I want to lose control and give in to the primal urge to own and mark Salem’s beautiful flesh, I’m reminded of how fragile she is and how fucking important it is to soothe her worries.

“I nearly lost my mind watching him dance with you. No way in hell will I allow his cock, or any other appendage, near you.”

“If we do this again…” She catches her bottom lip with her teeth. “I don’t think I can go back. I can’t pretend anymore.”

All I can do is smile. “Good, because I don’t want to go back. I don’t want you to be my fake girlfriend, Salem.” Leaning forward, I press my forehead against hers and breathe her in. “You’re mine. All fucking mine, every perfectly imperfect inch of you. Now let me prove it to you.” Pulling back, I meet her gaze, direct and lovely in the dim lighting.

“You’re mine,” I repeat, and kiss her again, demanding she open her pretty plush lips so I can get my fill of her.

She’s already moaning as I tangle our tongues and taste her again. Fuck, I can’t get enough of her. When I pull away this time, I trail my hands over her shoulders and down to her waist to find the zipper of her dress.

She has plenty of time to stop me, but she doesn’t move. She simply stands there with her head tipped back into the wall, her fingers tangled in my suit jacket like she needs to hold on to something.

I get her dress undone and watch her face as I bring my hands up to slide it off her shoulders. But nothing further, not yet. Again, she does nothing, seeming to revel in the sensations, not hide from them. It’s just one more thing I love about her.

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