Page 64 of Taken By the Convicts
“No more talking,” he said as he pulled off her shoes and pants. Strong hands brimming with power moved up and down her legs, touching every inch of her, letting her feel the power there, letting her know that he intended to do more than take her, he would own her.
“Open, Lina,” his dark voice commanded, sending not only a shiver down her spine but a need to comply. Her blood pumped through her body, making every nerve in her body buzz with anticipation and need.
Need for what, though? She’d been subjugated and abused enough in her life. And yet, in his bright green eyes, lay a promise of something deeper. Not love, but no pain or hatred either. And not indifference. Far from indifference.
Slowly, she spread her legs for Jayce because she needed to understand Jayce better, to peel back those outer layers and discover what it was about him that made her feel powerful, even when he was the one giving orders.
Her eyes fell to his cock straining against his pants. She would not escape him this time, not without giving in to him. And yet that excited her.
“Touch yourself,” he said, his eyes as demanding as his voice. He lowered his zipper and freed his cock.
He stroked himself once and her pussy grew warm and wet. Before she could think about what she was doing, her hand glided to her folds, putting on a show for the man with the steel heart.
With his left hand stroking his cock, he placed his free hand on her finger, guiding it through her folds until she spread her legs further and released a moan. He moved her finger higher to circle her clit. He increased the speed, sending her heart racing. She lifted her eyes to him. He’d been watching her face, even as he pressed her finger against her clit and held it there, sending a fire through her, all while keeping her from tipping over that blessed edge.
But she could see it in Jayce now. Control was a tool for him. It was how he sought the very same thing she did. A connection.
“You want to fuck me, Jayce? Show me who you are,” she said as she rose from the bed.
“You know who I am. I’m the man who’s going to fuck you.”
Those words, despite how crude they were, made her entire body lean toward him. She wanted Jayce, to get rid of this itch perhaps, or maybe because it was the only way to get through to him, but it would happen on her terms, not his.
Melina grabbed his cock in her hand.
He raised a brow. “You want it slow or fast and hard?”
The question made her hesitate. She’d been a fool to think he’d give up power so easily, and yet he’d take hers with a simple question.
No one had ever asked her what she liked before. Before Reece, no one had given her a choice when it came to sex. It hit her as suddenly as the fire moving through her as Jayce’s hands curved over her ass. What she needed from Jayce, from all of them, was the chance to choose.
“I don’t like pain,” she said, raising her voice so there’d be no misunderstanding. “Or blood. Especially blood.”
He didn’t ask why. He’d seen the scars. He had his own. Maybe he understood her better than she realized. “On your knees.”
Her eyes flickered down, indecision stopping her.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, Melina. If I can deal, trade, or bribe for it, it’s yours.” His hand stroked her cheek, softly, reverently. This was not the same man. And yet it was.
Melina knelt, sitting back on her thighs, knowing what he expected, what he wanted. Giving him what he wanted was easy, but it wouldn’t solve anything between them. First, he needed to see her, the woman inside the body he craved. Perhaps she was being selfish, but she needed him to care about her, even just a little.
She ran her tongue over the tip of his cock and licked to the base of his shaft, reveling in the feel of such soft skin over what felt like a steel rod beneath. The moan that left his lips sailed right to her pussy, making her clench against nothing. She drew his cock into her mouth and sucked on him, loving every sound she pulled from him as his hands sank into her hair.
It made no sense. They had been yelling at each other one minute, saying such awful things, and now she had his cock in her mouth, wishing for more from him. Not a kind word, or even a caress. He’d give those easily if she asked because those cost him nothing. She wanted the part he guarded, his thoughts, his fears. . . the part of him that yearned for a connection.
Melina sucked on him, loving how one moment his moan was deep and sensuous and the next he mixed curses and prayers. He swept her hair up into one hand, holding on as she bobbed on and off of him. His grip tightened, giving her little room to move. He was trying to control her as much as she was controlling him.
Her relationship with Jayce appeared to be a battle for control. Certainly, a battle of wills as he tried to get inside her. Hell, she was trying to get inside him as well, but in a different way. Why was she so drawn to him?
The door opened. Melina stopped moving.
Zev’s fingers stroked her cheek. “Oh, Mel, you look so beautiful kneeling there, even though it’s Jayce’s cock in your mouth and not mine.”
She glanced at him and the swell in his pants. Her pussy clenched again.
“Shut the fucking door,” Jayce shouted at him.
Zev shut the door and returned as she resumed sucking on Jayce. Having Zev here made her wetter and needy. She slipped a hand to her clit and began stroking herself.
