Page 25 of Burn With Me

I still haven’t quite figured out what it is that she wants from me tonight, why she’s here, or why she’s decided to do this with me. My dick doesn’t seem to care. It pulses against the inside of my pants as her dress sags down the front of her body, revealing inch by inch the creamy expanse of skin that she was hiding underneath.

My mouth waters and I dip my head once more, tasting her. When I first put my lips to her flesh, I’d expected the disgusting feel of dusty makeup. Instead, all I got was clean, perfect skin. She smells like the sun. I can’t help but take a bite—setting my canines to the column of her throat and sinking deep, digging the blunt edges of my teeth into her until I can feel her whole body stiffen against me and a small moan escapes her throat. She likes a little bit of pain.

My dirty, manipulative goddess.

My cock jumps. It’s hard enough to keep my desire at bay, but when her nails sink into my shoulders, scoring me even through my shirt, it becomes impossible. I want to feel her all over me. Her flesh is right there, and she’s giving it to me. I’m not selfless enough to turn down the ambrosia before me.

Damn the fucking consequences, but we can pretend later. Pretend that she never opened her legs to me and let me touch her like this. Or maybe this is her plan—it probably is if I give my lust-addled brain long enough to contemplate it.

I don’t. There’s no point. I want her and I intend to have her. At the very least, I intend to get my release.

I pull back abruptly, not giving her a second to ask what I’m doing before my hands find the hem of my shirt. Her legs tighten around me briefly and then drop completely back to the ground when I force them to part. I take a step back and yank my shirt up and off, dropping it into the dirt before I’m back with her, pulling her against me until I can feel her soft feminine curves under my wanting fingers.

Aurora Summers is hiding something. She’s hiding the reason she’s sought me out, and I know there’s no mistaking it. Shedidseek me out. Why would a girl who never parties, rarely drinks, and doesn’t have an ounce of dumb rich girl personality in her be here tonight? There’s only one answer: she’s here for me.

I half expected her to jump back and reveal her own identity when I pulled off my mask, but she didn’t. That tells me she knows exactly who she is seducing. Her lack of surprise and, even more, her unwillingness to walk away should be a huge warning, and it is. The temptation of her, however, is too much for me to listen to logic. Whatever she thinks she can gain from me now, it can’t possibly be more than she’s willing to give.

I intend to give her exactly what she came for, and if I get to take advantage of her body in the process then it’s her own fault for coming to me. She knows what she’s doing. She stepped into this labyrinth. She should know that there’s always a monster at the center waiting to eat all who wander inside.

My next kiss is violent, harsh. I grab onto the back of her head and pull her into me with rough, angry movements. Surprisingly, she doesn’t get nervous. Instead, she rises to the challenge—meeting me stroke for stroke. She’s not shy at all. Her own tongue twines with mine once again. She moans into my mouth and doesn’t hesitate to play dirty. Her nails scrape against my skin, driving me higher and higher.

How cute.As if the bite of her nails does anything but make me want to reciprocate the pain.

Unable to take it any longer, I rip away from her devious lips and snatch her up by the wrists. Both of us are panting and breathless.

“You want more, goddess?” I inquire.

“Yes…” The confession is a low whisper that turns into a half-moan, as if she doesn’t want to actually show how turned on she is, but at the same time, she knows she needs to if she is to get what she wants.

A grin graces my lips. “How much more?” I press.

“W-what?” Soft eyes stare at me through her mask. Heated and clouded with arousal.

I bend down, brushing my lips along her cheek even as I continue to hold her wrists in my hold, transferring both of them to one of my hands. “Is your pussy wet?”

Her skin warms next to my face. “I…” She stops, tugging lightly at her bound hands.

Can’t admit how much she wants me? That’s okay. I can just check for myself.

“Why don’t I find out for myself?” The question is rhetorical, a fact she’s obviously aware of because she doesn’t respond as my fingers touch her—moving down her front over the fabric. I skip her breasts and she inhales sharply, her head turning slightly in a panicked motion that I ignore. If she wanted out of this, she would say so.

Instead, I move down, lifting up the folds of her dress higher and higher until they pile up onto my wrist as I slip my hand between her legs. A groan rumbles inside my chest. “Fuck,” I mutter, sliding two fingers along the soaked fabric covering her pussy. “You’re so hot for me, aren’t you? Is this pussy desperate? Do you want something, goddess?”

She swallows, tugging at her hands again. “Let go.” The words are a breath. Not a demand, but a gentle request. Arching a brow, I release her and she goes up onto her toes, her mouth moving over my flesh as she suckles and kisses over the side of my throat. Amusement dances within me.

Her soft limbs slide against me, clinging. I like that. I like feeling like she needs me to keep her afloat, and at the same time, there’s a little sense in the back of my mind that warns me if I loosen my grip, she’ll float away—leaving me forever. I don’t want to keep her for that long—I can’t—but I do want her for tonight so I tighten my grip and spin the two of us around.

A gasp leaves her lips as I lift her back into my arms, her dainty little feet leaving the ground once more. Her hands flatten on my shoulders and she pushes back when she seems to realize that I’m carrying her away from our original position. “Wait, stop!” Aurora rips herself from my arms, nearly sending both of us flying towards the ground when I adjust my grip to keep her from falling.

I curse internally, irritation sliding through me.

“What’s wrong?” I demand, lifting my head and looking around, seeking out a reason for her sudden outcry. I see no one, though, and so my eyes return to her form as she stands before me, adjusting her clothes as a blush stains across her cheeks beneath the gold glitter of her makeup. She looks back the way we came, and her expression tightens. I’m not sure what thoughts are going through her head, but her teeth flash white in the darkness as she sinks them into her plump lower lip. Instead of answering me, she seems to be arguing with herself.

“Do you want to stop?”Please say no. Fuck, Gods above, please tell me you haven’t realized what a colossal mistake this is going to be.

A moment of silence passes between us and then she straightens her shoulders and turns back to me. I watch as she reaches up and grips one side of her dress and pulls it down. She does the same to the other and suddenly her breasts are bared to my view. My breath stops in my chest. That’s her answer, then. A big fat hell fucking no, and I’ve never been more grateful for a ‘no’ in my life.

At first glance, Aurora Summers is an average girl that looks no different from the rest. She’s neither overly beautiful nor is she ugly. She’s normal. Easily overlooked. At least, that was what I’d initially thought.

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