Page 38 of Darkened Truths
“Wes, where are we going?” Riley asks from behind me, my hold on her hand never letting up.
“My place,” I say as I push my way through the throng of people milling around. Being in the middle of a crowd has never pissed me off more than right now. I’m painfully hard thinking of the night I have planned for us. I want Riley in every position, and as many times as she’ll let me. Training sessions have been torture. I’m man enough to admit I’ve been taking more showers than usual.
She pulls against my grasp, but I hold her tight until we make it through the doors and out into the cool night air. When we get to the car, I pin her to the side and place my forearms on either side of her head, caging her in. “This is your chance to tell me no, Hellcat. If you don’t want me, tell me and I’ll back off.”Not sure I have the balls to, but she doesn’t need to know that.“But if you come with me, you’remine,” I growl, unable to contain myself.
She licks her lips and bites her lower one, pulling it between her teeth. I’ve gotten used to her tells. This is my favorite. It usually means she’s turned on and is trying to contain it, holdingherself back. I want to see the naughty girl she keeps tucked away from prying eyes.
She holds her breath and releases it with a shaky sigh. “Yes.”
The corner of my lips tug up. “Good girl.” I open the door and swat her ass as she gets in. She lets out a yelp of surprise before I close the door and jog to the other side, getting in. The house isn’t far from Contendbut even the five-minute ride will feel like a lifetime. I place my hand on her upper thigh and peel out of the parking spot. She spreads her legs and places her hand over mine, moving it up so I can graze my fingers over her clothed pussy. Riley deserves the world, and I will burn everything so she can get what she wants.
I don’t want my first time with her to be in a dirty building against a brick wall. Not to say the thought didn’t cross my mind when I found her in the dark hall all alone. Thank God she had the good sense to wear jeans and not a dress tonight. I’m not sure I would have been able to contain myself. Riley twists things up inside me. No one can hold a candle to her, and she doesn’t even realize it.
I throw the car in park and all but jump out, racing to her side to open her door. I may be an asshole sometimes, but I know how to be a proper gentleman. She takes my hand and slides out, following me up the path. Nervous energy surrounds her as she crosses the threshold into the house and looks around. The last time she was here, Julien all but threw her out. I want to erase those crap memories and replace them with new ones tonight.
“Come on. Nothin’ to fear.”
“Right, just the boogeyman who lives down the hall,” she murmurs.
Leading her upstairs, I push her against Zander’s closed door. His room is directly across from mine, and I know he has cameras set up to watch everything that happens outside his room. He’s caught me doing the walk of shame on severaloccasions. But this is different. We rarely invite girls back here, and when we do, they never stay. Smash and dispatch. But there’s not a chance in hell Riley’s going home after this. Having her once won’t be enough. She’s going to be my drug of choice. I’ve barely gotten a taste and I’m already planning the future. I place my arm above her head and lean down into her, getting a whiff of her signature cherries and vanilla. What is it that makes her smell so good?
“Text Ava and tell her you won’t be back tonight.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard, obeying without a second thought. I lick her racing pulse as she tucks her phone back into her bag.
“Good girl,” I praise.
She closes her eyes and drops her head back against the door on a moan as I bite her shoulder. Her gasp of surprise, followed by the lick of her lips, tells me all I need to know. There’s my girl’s dark side. I fully intend on finding out just how black her desire runs.
“Tell me you want this,” I say, giving her another chance to back down.
“I want you,” she says without missing a beat.
My pulse throbs in time with my dick. She wants me. Those words have never sounded sweeter than from her lips. Grabbing her hand, I lead her across the hall, opening the door to my room. I don’t give her time to look around before I slam the door behind us and attach my mouth to hers once again. She moans into my kiss and digs her fingers into my shirt, then pulls, almost as if she is determined to rip it off me. I can’t take my hands off her. Breaking the kiss, I yank my shirt up over my head and when I bend to take her lips with mine again, she gasps. She notices the intricate designs of tattoos that adorned my arms and chest. I know she’s seen some of them. She numbly tracedthem after Julien chased her into the woods. But this is different, and a sense of pride washes over me.
“Take your shirt off, Riley,” I command. She’ll have plenty of time later to get to know each design, but I need her too much to let her explore now.
She draws her eyes up to mine and does as I ask, pulling the purple sweater over her head and tosses it on the floor. She stands in front of me in a sexy black lacy bra and I salivate, needing to know if her panties match. I’ve been sporting a hard-on for most of the night, hell for the week, and while I’d love to know how good her mouth and hands feel on me, I know I won’t last if she does. When she reaches out for me, I push her arm back toward her and shake my head. I walk backwards until I hit the side of the bed and sit down, extending my arms behind me to hold my weight.
“Strip. I wanna watch you.”
Her face reddens, and she licks her lips before looking down at the ground. Her hands slowly rise as she tries to cover herself.
“No.”
Her arms stop mid way up and she gradually raises her head to watch me with interest. I know she’s not this timid thing. I’ve seen the video of her sucking Julien, and besides the fact that I jacked off to that video after seeing it, I know she needs to get out of her own head. It’s the same with training. If she thinks too hard about it, she stumbles. Everything needs to be instinct with her.
“I’m about to rip those fucking jeans from your legs. So I suggest if you want to have something to go home in tomorrow, you strip for me.” I give her a devilish grin. “Although seeing you parade around in my boxers would be a great way to make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Do you understand?” I lower my voice, commanding her to listen to me. Guiding her to give me what I want. What we both want. Although the more I thinkabout it, the more I want her wearing my clothes all the time. Thoughts of her in my shirts, in my boxers, waiting patiently for me between classes flits through my mind.
Her gray eyes go wide in shock and she nods her head. She takes a deep breath and pushes it out slowly, working up the courage to do what I’ve asked. She bends at the waist, giving me a magnificent view of the tops of her tits, undoes the buckles on her wedges, and kicks them off before shimmying the pants down her thighs, revealing matching black boyshorts lace panties. A smile lifts my lips and I rub my fingers over them, taking in every inch of her perfect little body. She’s fucking perfect.
I hold my hand out and she walks toward me, red still staining her cheeks. I pat my lap and she sits, knees on the edge of the bed and hands on my shoulders for balance before I collar her neck and drag her lips to mine.
Greed.
Hunger.
MINE.
