Page 50 of Straightened Out

“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts,” she says, huffing out a breath.

I cluck my tongue against the roof of my mouth.

I’m too fucking gone to care about the consequences. I can’t explain it, but there is a carnal need inside of me and it can’t be suppressed. It can’t be ignored. The only way this isn’t happening is if she has a change of heart or someone breaks down the door and shoots me. It would have to be a good shot too, because wounded and all, I’d still make Violet mine.

“Take your clothes off,” I reply evenly. “Slowly.”

Her eyes light with satisfaction at my command and she licks her lips, trying to hide her smirk.

Those lips.

That mouth.

My cock is going to look fucking amazing sliding in and out of it.

There’s plenty of time for that, though. We have all fucking night and I don’t plan on wasting a single second. Violet’s going to feel me for fucking days.

When she walks and her legs ache.

When she dances and her hips lock.

When she fucking sits and her ass cheeks burn from the sting of my hand.

When she lays in bed at night and her fingers don’t satisfy the ache between her legs.

Yeah, she’s going to feel me. But first, there’s something I want from her. Something I’ve been yearning for since I spotted her on that stage in Delilah’s Den. A pretty little memory to keep me going when this new life of mine becomes too taxing for my soul.

She pulls her shirt over her head and quickly reaches behind her to unhook her bra. The straps fall down her arms, revealing her perky tits. This time I don’t struggle with my conscience and I openly stare, taking in her hardened nipples and the rosy areolas that surround them. My dick swells against the zipper of my pants as she hooks her thumbs under the waistband of her sweats. She kicks off her Adidas slides and slowly shimmies the pants down her hips. Stepping out of the sweats, she takes a step toward me, but I hold out up a hand in protest. My gaze lowers to the scrap of lace covering her cunt.

“That too.”

“So demanding,” she complains.

She has no fucking idea how demanding I am, but she’ll learn. I plan on teaching Violet lots of things and the lessons begin tonight.

She tears the lace down her legs and shucks the thong aside. Completely naked, she props a hand on her hip and narrows her eyes. “There.”

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the years we spent teasing one another. Her quick wit and sarcastic humor have made for great matches, but sparring with her during sex is going to be the fucking highlight of my life.

The best fucks are the ones full of fire, and Violet’s a blazing inferno.

I lift my head and tip my chin.

“Take your hair down,” I order huskily, pressing the heel of my hand to my cock.

Muttering a curse, she rolls her eyes and reaches for the band holding all that blonde hair on top of her head. She gives it a good pull and all those waves fall around her shoulders.

“Anything else?”

Feeling on edge, I hastily undo the buckle of my belt and roughly unbutton my pants. Relieving myself, I drag down the zipper and lift my eyes to her.

“Just one more thing,” I say.

“Rocco—”

“Dance for me.”

The fire temporarily leaves her eyes as her eyebrows knit together in confusion.

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