Page 30 of Monsters Like Us
His smirk deepens, but his eyes are molten, dark heat swallowing me whole.
“Not playing,” Micah says softly. “Proving. I needed to know if you’d come.”
My breath shudders, the fury warring with the ache he’s left in me. Those empty days and nights where I hoped for a glimpse of him. For him to sneak into my room. “And if I hadn’t?”
He rises from the bed in one fluid motion, tall and terrifying, moving closer until the cold wall presses against my back. His hands hover near my waist, not touching me. Yet.
“Then I’d know you were weaker than I thought.” His voice is a rasp, close to my ear. “But you came. Angry. Shaking. Needing.”
My chest heaves, every word sinking under my skin. I wantto shove him away, scream at him, but my body betrays me, leaning into the heat radiating from him.
“You’re insane,” I whisper, but the tremor in my voice betrays me.
“Maybe,” he murmurs, his mouth ghosting the shell of my ear. “But you’re here. Which means you’re mine, little murderess.”
Before I can argue, his mouth claims mine.
It’s not gentle. It’s a collision of teeth, tongue, and desperation. My hands fist in his sweatshirt, dragging him closer, and when his lips part mine with ruthless precision, a whimper escapes me.
His hands finally touch me, sliding along my waist, pulling me flush against the hard line of his body. His erection presses into my stomach, proof of everything he’s been holding back.
“Micah,” I gasp against his mouth.
“Say my name again.” His lips trail down my jaw, his teeth grazing my throat. “Say it like you did when you touched yourself.”
Heat floods my face. “Micah.”
“Aw, come on, murderess.” His chuckle is low, dangerous. “You can do better than that.” His thigh slips between mine, pressing upward until my hips jerk against him. My pulse roars in my ears, shame and desire twisting into one.
“Micah,” I whisper, my voice desperate and pleading. “My monster.”
A satisfied growl rumbles in his chest. “Spread your legs wider,” he orders, his voice low and commanding.
And God help me—I obey him.
He doesn’t wait for permission. He moves with a speed that steals my breath, palms flat on my hips as he tips me back and slides me down until I’m straddling his knees. The room narrows to the press of him beneath me, the scrape of fabric between our hot, desperatebodies.
His hands cup my thighs, hot and sure, and I lean forward, forehead to forehead. He smells like bodywash and the faint trace of the antiseptic that never quite leaves this place. The sound he makes deep in his chest is full of hunger.
My hands slip beneath his sweatshirt, trailing over his chest, feeling muscle shift beneath my palms, my fingers mapping his scars like prayers. He’s so solid, all angles and restraint, and when he slides his hands under my sweatshirt and finds the skin of my back, I shudder with the rush of being held.
His mouth is on mine in an instant, rough and claiming. I kiss him back with everything I’ve been saving, with every lonely, furious thing he’s dug out of me. His lips devour. His tongue seeks. I answer, needing to be swallowed.
He grinds into me, and the friction sends a bolt of heat straight through my aching, wet pussy. My hand moves without thinking, fingers tangling in his hair, drawing him closer, demanding more of that tight, fierce contact. He moans into my mouth, and the sound makes my knees tremble.
He lifts me up enough to yank my sweatpants and panties down. I slip out of my shoes, helping him free my ankles.
His pants and boxers are next. I stare down at his long, thick cock, wondering how the hell I can fit that inside me.
“Ride me,” he orders, his breath hot.
“I-I...” I lick my dry lips. “I’m not sure it’ll fit.”
He smirks at me. “Oh, little murderess, it’ll fit.” Determination flashes in his eyes. “We’ll make it fit.”
I gasp as his fingers find my clit, rubbing it in a way that makes me crazy. My pussy aches, wanting him despite my fears.
Obeying his command, I sink down, gasping as the head of his cock slips inside me. I already feel so full, but when I look down, I have a lot of length to go.
