Page 32 of Tell Me Why
Then his mouth closes over my pussy and he bites down through my panties.Holy shit.I rise up onto the tips of my toes with a silent gasp. The sharp sting of his teeth is so intense, my entire body convulses. It’s like an earthquake wracking my body, twisting me open, and I can’t help it, I rock my hips forward.
“You’re trembling.” His voice is low. “Are you afraid of me?”
He thinks my reaction is due to fear. Good. Let him think that. It’s better than him knowing this masked shit actually turns me on. It’s not that I’m ashamed of it—we all have our kinks, right? I just don’t want the Burning Crown knowing anything they can use against me.
His breath hitches as he pulls the crotch of my panties aside, then leans forward and sucks on my clit, rolling it between his teeth—andthatnearly undoes me. It’s been so long since I’ve had an orgasm that I’m like a powder keg ready to explode. One little spark and God willing, I’ll go up in flames and take this whole fucking house down with me…
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Christian
I haveher right where I want her—alone, pressed up against the wall, her sweet pussy melting on my tongue,literally.But she’s still holding back. Her body is rigid, her breathing stilted as she fights the pull I have on her body.
“Breathe,” I command. “Relax your muscles.”
She shakes her head—I can’t see it, but I can feel the movement. I’m so attuned to her, I swear to God, she could blink and I’d feel it deep down in my chest.
Goddamn.She’s so fucking stubborn.
Pulling my mask back down, I fumble for the switch, and harsh light instantly floods the cramped space. The naked bulb carves shadows across Eve’s face, catching something sinister in her eyes, a flash of darkness that vanishes so quickly, I could almost convince myself I’d imagined it.
But I didn’t.
I know that darkness. I recognize it.
It’s the same darkness I cradle in my own corrupt soul.
To my right, there’s a shelf with a box with a pair of silver candlesticks inside. They’re long and slender with curved sections that flare out before tapering again. I grab one and push the head of it against her drenched slit.
Dark brows pinched, she pushes against me. “W-what are you doing?”
With a smile that’s hidden behind my mask, I push the candlestick into her. She rises up onto her toes and gasps, but I don’t stop. I don’t relent. I’m desperate to see that hungry look in her eyes. Ever since that day in the psych building, it’s all I think about. Her face.Thisfucking face. Hungry. Desperate.
Pushing the candlestick in just a littledeeper, my thumb grinds into her clit and she cries out. My free hand clamps over her mouth, but she sinks her teeth into my skin, and I yank it away. “Well, shit. The fox has fangs,” I laugh, pulling the candlestick out just far enough, before pushing it back in slowly.
“Fuck you,” she says on a whimper.
Footsteps sound against the floorboards just outside the door.
A voice whispers, “Did you hear that?”
“Hear what?” Another hushed voice.
“Shhh,” the first guy says. “Wait…”
With the tip of the candlestick, I stroke that sweet spot inside her. Her hips move and roll as she grinds her clit against my thumb, hungry for that release that only I can give her. And she’s close, I can feel it. I can practically fuckingtasteit.
She moans, the sweet sound escaping her throat, igniting something inside me—a dark need to fuck this girl so hard, and so violently, she bleeds.
“Sounds like we may have been found,” I whisper, grabbing her thigh with my free hand, pulling her leg over my hip, opening her up wider. “You’ve got thirty seconds before they find us.”
She moans softly, and that small sound is like a hit straight to the vein, drenching me in a sudden feeling of bliss. I’m greedy for her, thirsty for a taste of those pouty lips. I pull my mask off, and her eyes widen in recognition.
“I thought you’d recused yourself,” she whispers.
“I changed my mind,” I reply. Then I kiss her—hard—our teeth nashing as my tongue pushes inside her mouth and I take what I need. Her head falls back against the wall, and I feel the resistance drain from her body, almost like knowing it’smeis enough for her to relax and give in.
“That’s it, baby,” I whisper against her lips. “Break for me. Give it to me.”
