Page 46 of Pretty Pink Poison
“Because it’s yours. And this cock is mine. You know that, right?”
“I hate to admit that I do,” he muttered, his eyes rolling like it all felt like too much, like it was too good. “I fucking want you. I always do.”
“I wish I believed that. You don’t even look at me when I’m in a room.”
“Because if I look at you, I won’t be able to look away,” he admitted. “I shouldn’t be obsessed with the woman my brother is going to marry. You’re the forbidden fire I keep going back to. I can’t resist the way you burn me.”
“Even like this? When I’ve taken all your control?” I rocked on him, my knees bracketing his hips, and then I pulled back so I could see his thick cock. I braced my hands on his abs and looked down, took in how the moonlight caught the metal at his tip, how my arousal glistened all over him, how his whole body seemed flexed, ready to penetrate me again. Just me. Me and him together again finally.
When I glanced up at him, he was taking me in and his smile was slow and easy as he admitted, “I’d take you drugging me and stripping me of my control to have your way with me any fucking night. I like you diabolical, Pink. I like you when you’re ruthless.”
“And you’re lying under me being good, letting me have my way with you.” I rolled my hips on him and dug my nails into his chest as I got closer to the orgasm I’d missed so much.
His head fell back, throat taut, a groan tearing out of him. “Fuck, baby girl… you’re squeezing me like you’re punishing me. Like you want to break me apart.”
“Maybe I do,” I hissed, grinding harder, chasing it.
“Do it then,” he growled. “Take me under. Ride my cock like you want to break it, baby. It’s only you I let do it this way. I want your anger and pain as you finish on me right now.”
That was all it took—the permission, the command, the way he admitted he’d rather be ruined by me than anyone else. The tension snapped inside me, a violent shudder racing throughmy body as I came, nails dragging down his chest, hips rocking uncontrollably against him.
His hands jerked in the cuffs, but he still met me halfway, surging his cock into me, refusing to let me feel alone in my pursuit. His own release ripped out in a guttural sound, and I felt his cum pulse hot into me.
I collapsed onto him, my heart beating fast with a love I didn’t want to admit to.
I didn’t move off him, and he didn’t ask me to. He was still buried inside me, his lips brushing my ear as he rasped, “See? Even when you poison me, Pink, I can’t resist you.”
“Shit.” I glanced over at his phone and considered if we should call an ambulance. “You should be screaming for help.”
He hummed. “I’m just hazy. It’s not going to drop me.” He chuckled slow, but it seemed he was coherent enough. “What was in the mix?”
“I think a bit of a Xanax. Chamomile, Valerian from asking Pepe to get it from the spa, and lavender. A bit of vodka?” Woof. I wasn’t very cautious about his well-being.
“Great.” He grunted. “Just uncuff the wrists.”
I unlocked one cuff and then the other. His arms came down slowly. The red marks around his wrists made me want to bite him all over again. I was starting to accept that I liked pain, that I liked seeing it, feeling it, and even making it on his body.
He didn’t move from his position, and I wondered if it was because he was truly lethargic. I didn’t know if it was the drugs or just that he was content after what we’d done, so I tucked a pillow under his head and sat cross-legged beside him, watching him for once instead of him watching me.
He cracked one eye and then lifted a hand to place on my thigh so he could rub circles on it. “I’m drifting, Pink. So, don’t do anything else to me that I can’t brag about later.”
I chuckled at his joke. The guy was never comedic, and it made me wonder what else I was missing out on by not being with him all the time.
“Fine. I won’t do anything else if you talk to me.”
He groaned. “God,” he muttered, “that’s probably worse. Feel free to ride my cock again.”
I tsked and got up because we never really did lie together. He’d steal away into the night after fucking me senseless with a mask on. But he murmured, “I’m kidding, Pink. Stay,” his eyes still closed.
“Really? You haven’t had enough of me?” I asked.
“There’s not enough of you I could ever have to feel satisfied.” He patted his chest. “Come on. Promise I won’t touch you.”
“I know. I’m the one initiating that now, remember? Let’s be honest, it’s been three months and you never do anymore.”
“Because I’m opting for respect and pride rather than embarrassment and desperation.”
“Embarrassment and desperation for who?”
