Page 51 of The Dire Legacy

A jagged edge along the soft morsel betrays itself. Her fingertip, complete with nail, is rolling in the midst of our battling kiss.

She pulls away, a defiant and satisfied look on her face. “Swallow me, baby.”

I nearly choke as I try to obey and laugh at the same time. “Not many guys get to hear that from their women.”

“I’m not like most women.” She nestles back beneath my jaw, idly stroking the length of my ear.

Pulling her close, I try to take some of the pinch out of my throbbing cock. It doesn’t help. If anything, I can feel myself leaking against my zipper.

My heart beats faster and a blaze works its way through my limbs. The gnawing torment that was in my shin fades as a wave of energy flows into me.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. Leave your bag, we’re going home.” Cradling her, I’m able to stand easily.

The miles go by in a blink. My legs never tire until I top the last hill and see the farmhouse appear through the trees.

Lucky slinks from the shadows. His nostrils flare before he drops his head and winds his way behind the trunks.

It’s reassuring knowing we’re guarded. How determined will her captors be trying to get her back? Goosebumps erupt on my arms at the idea that we may have been tracked from the airplane.

No wonder she was worried about the black box.

Tomorrow is a better time to think about it. The door of the house is a beacon to the tip of my cock pulling me closer.

At the end of this journey lies her.

Her rapid heart betrays her cool demeanor. It’s the drum beat my steps mimic as I race her up the steps across the covered porch.

Easy. I need to slow down. Every fiber of my being is screaming to rip her clothes from her supple body and take what she has offered.

It’s not exertion causing my heavy breathing as I set her gingerly on the couch.

“I’m not broken, Mikey. Just tired.” Her arms stretch languidly over her head as she stretches out the length of the sofa.

“Well, rest up. Because later tonight I’m going to find out how far I can break you.” I toss her a big grin and pull a pan down from the rack above the stove.

It only takes me a moment to start the fire to get it hot enough to cook. A handful of eggs and some of the canned applesauce I found in the cupboard quickly makes a heaping plate. The skillet is replaced with a big pot of water.

We’re both filthy and covered with dried blood.

“I might need to turn these pants into shorts now.” She raises her bare leg where the saw severed the fabric. “Maybe I’ll keep them this way. A reminder of our first kiss.” Her teasing smile closes over her fork.

I can’t stop thinking about how good she tastes. “I’ll never forget it.” It’s permanently etched. I think my boot will remember, too. The gunshot left a divot in the top of the leather.

Her gaze wanders to the window where the rain pelts from the darkness. “Sriracha almonds.”

“Huh?” Shit, I’m going to have to patch my jeans. I might have to spank her for that one later.

Fuck, I’m torturing myself with that thought.

“There was a tech that worked there for a while when I was a teenager. She used to sneak me those because one of the heavy handed guards had an allergy.” Hope glances at me after another bite. “It became my favorite treat. It’s what you taste like.”

I’m not sure if I should be angry at the fact one of the men was rough with her, or take it as a compliment I’m her flavor of choice.

“What happened to your friend?” Ten gallons of steaming water should be enough for us to cut the grime.

It’s all I have the patience for. Another night may be better suited for a long soak. Tonight I want to be just clean enough to get dirty.

Filthy.

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