Page 155 of Unorthodox
He finally pulls back, letting me breathe, desire in his blue-grey eyes.
Slowly, he moves the gun away from me, but he doesn’t set it down. He pushes down his shorts with one hand, and again, I find the scars on his inner thigh, so fucking close to his thick, hard cock.
He’s perfect.
Even with those scars, and his fucked-up head,he’s perfect.
He steps out of his shorts, comes to settle on top of me, bracing himself with his hands on either side of my head, the gun still in one.
His knees are on either side of my hips and I slide my own leg down, shifting my knee.
He stares at me for a long moment, his cock brushing against my stomach as he leans down close to me.
I can smell his heady, beachy scent, and I want him so fucking much, I start to shake again, keeping my hands by my sides.
“You might get punished for this,” he says softly, speaking over my mouth, his eyes searching mine. “When you leave here, you might get hurt when someone finds out what you gave Dante.”
My throat tightens, my chest heavy with the mention of his guard. With the twisted truth I haven’t told him.
“Max, I—”
He taps the gun to my temple, and I freeze, not speaking.
“It should’ve been mine, Addison.”
It should’ve been anyone’s but whose it was.
Fear and those sick memories have my heart racing, and I suddenly want to leave this bed. I want torun.But he’s on top of me, a gun to my head, and I can’t move. Is this what he meant? Is this the kind of thing he’snever done with anyone?
“I-I know,” I tell him, although I don’t know if I mean it.
“You know?” he presses, nudging my head to the side with his nose, inhaling against the curve of my jaw. He runs his mouth over my cheek, up to my ear. “You know you gave away something that wasn’t yours to give?”
I nod, staring at the curtains over his windows, my stomach twisting into knots. I can’t tell him. My father’s secret,mysecret, that will die with me.
“You know I should’ve made you bleed first?” he continues, then he bites my ear, tugging softly on my lobe. “You know that belonged tome?”
I press my lips together, close my eyes, feel my breasts heaving against his chest as he leans down closer, settling some of his weight on me. His cock is hard and warm against me.
“I know,” I say again.
“You know you’re a beautiful fucking whore, huh, baby girl?”
I bite my lip and nod, because I can’t speak.
I don’t know where he’s going with this.
He reaches between us at the same time he trails his mouth down to my throat. I tip my chin up, feel his teeth against my skin. The head of his cock brushes against my entrance and I hold my breath, open my eyes as I stare at the ceiling, waiting.
He groans against my throat, and that’s the only warning I get.
He pushes all the way in, and it burns, and as a yelp escapes me, I clench my thighs, my body going rigid beneath him as he licks his way up my throat, settling inside of me.
His eyes are on me as he looks down as if he’s studying me.
Then he slowly pulls out of me, eyes on mine, and despite his words, despite his taunting, I think he’s going to be gentle. I think he’s going to take care of me, but instead, pulling back slightly to take in my face, he slams back into me so hard my entire body jolts, the bed shaking with the force.
I cry out at the same time he says, “Fuck,”under his breath.
