Page 73 of Wicked Ends
“How dare you.” I shifted over her easily.
She tried to push me away, her fist bouncing ineffectively off my chest.
“How fucking dare you?”
She swallowed hard, her eyes blazing. “Dare to do what? Stand up for myself?”
“How dare you act like you do, and smile at me like you do, and fucking worry about me like you do… and then push me away,” I nearly growled at her.
Her eyes widened as she lay beneath me. She was so damn gorgeous in the damn morning light, all green eyes and caramel hair. Her glorious fucking tits were pushed up in that ratty whitebra, and it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter one bit. Arianna Moore could wear rags, beg on the street, and live in a hovel, and she’d still be a queen.
“Today proved that you’re a hypocrite. Stop asking me to leave you alone. It’s not going to happen, just accept it.”
Accept me.Want me as much as I want you.
Her skin was warm and soft. I surged tighter into her, enjoying every inch of where her body touched mine.
“Since you walked into the bar that night… you’ve been mine. Mine, and I don’t give a fuck what the school says, or teachers, or other students, or anyone in this little fucking town. You’re mine. Stop. Fighting. It.”
I rocked against her, and her breath caught. The hard points of her nipples prodded my chest. She pressed herself on me, an unconscious movement spurred by her body and without her mind’s permission.
“How did I get here, Marcus? What did you do?”
“You already know.” I canted my hips just right so that my cock slid over her pussy, on her clit. The feeling bordered on painful, but wasn’t that always the way with the sweetest things? A duet of pleasure and pain.
“You drugged me—twice! That’s crossing a line,” she breathed, her pupils growing wider as she writhed beneath me.
“And holding a gun on me isn’t? Stealing all that cash isn’t? You’re very selective with your moral condemnation, beautiful, but it doesn’t matter, not really. I’d do much, much worse to get the things I want.”
She brought her knees up to bracket my hips, and the chains clanked. Fuck, her surrender felt like saving the decisive goal right on the final buzzer. But… I was getting carried away and forgetting what I’d brought her here for. The silence of my brother’s house should have reminded me.
I increased my pace, bucking into her, and she panted, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer. I covered her fully, grinding my hips into her and forcing my hard-on to rub wild, rough circles on her cunt. She was so wet, and my cock was leaking all over her lace panties. The room smelled like sex, like us, and I never wanted that scent to fade.
“Marcus!” she cried, getting the panicked, almost scared look she always seemed to get before she came.
“Hmm, baby, that’s right, I’m here. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” I kissed her deeply, stroking my tongue along hers, and bit her lip. I raised one hand to her neck, and circled the strong column, and squeezed at the sides, enough to make her head spin. She was panting, her face tormented, as she rushed toward her release.
“And neither are you,” I growled by her ear.
She froze and then shattered.
She cried out my name, a song I could listen to over and over, and thrashed in my arms. I rocked on her twitching pussy, drawing out the pleasure as long as I could before losing my own control.
I came hard, my cock tightly against her, only the thin barrier of material preventing me from sinking home, right where I was meant to be. Hot cum shot over her panties, up her stomach and mine, but I couldn’t stop grinding. I kissed her again, deep andlong, savoring the taste of her, and the feel of her sigh on my lips. Only when my cock got too sensitive to keep going did I roll to the side. It swayed angrily, red and wet, desperate to go again, but this time, inside her.
But that wasn’t why she was here, and I couldn’t let her leave without giving me the goddamn bag, so I had to stick to the fucking plan, even if it killed me.
Our mixed pants filled the air. It felt right to have her here, in my bed, miles from town… and chained, no less. If I went out, or took a shower, or left the room at all, basically, it was way too comforting to know that she’d be right here… because she was literally attached to my bed.
She should stay here… forever. Hell, why not?
That was dark, even for me. I stared at the ceiling, intertwining my hand with Ari’s, and chuckled.
Ari gawped at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe I had, I wasn’t sure anymore.
“What?”
“I was thinking that an ankle chain really suits you, baby. You look like you were made to be chained to my bed.”
