Page 51 of Unorthodox
She bites her lip, averts her eyes, and takes a deep breath, her bare chest heaving as she does. She really shouldn’t tempt me like that.
But I keep my hands on her waist until finally,finally, she straddles me, knees on either side of my hips. She doesn’t touch me after the warning I gave her earlier. She’s such a quick learner.
I drop my hands from her waist, hold them by my side.
“Do you think you’re broken, Addison?” I ask her quietly, knowing the answer.
Her eyes widen, then narrow with her anger and she makes to get off of me, but I grip her hips, keep her in place.
“Fuck you, Max—”
My hand goes to her throat, cutting off her words. I pull her to me, so my mouth is over hers when I speak. Her sweet scent—almost like cotton candy, but darker—nearly overwhelms me. But I refuse to let it.
No matter how much I admire her stupid displays of bravery, she’s a pawn. I don’t want to keep her. She’s payment for something I need, and the only thing I could give a fuck about is getting what I made a deal for.
Besides that, I’m in too deep now. You don’t fuck with Sinaloa unless you’ve got a death wish.
I’ve got a lot of wishes, but that isn’t one of them.
My biggest one is so damn close to coming true.
“You won’t,” I tell her, fingers tightening around her throat. She can breathe, but her eyes are slits of emeralds and I know that even though I’m not really hurting her, she can’t stand me right now.Good.“You won’t fuck me, and no one else will touch you, do you understand? Not even Dante.” I’ve seen how she looks at him. I’ve seen how he looks at her. But I know he’s smarter than that, not to mention he knows I’d kill him if he fucked this up for me. “You can throw yourself naked at his feet, you can get on your knees for him and beg him, Addison, but no one in this house is going to fuck you. Not even me.”
Ben did enough to her as it is. Apparently, according to her father, so did his men. Maybe her uncle. And perhaps she’s not a virgin, but at least I can assure her buyer she hasn’t been fucked with someone’s cock since she’s been here.
My thumb tugs down her bottom lip and she grits her teeth. “Open your mouth.”
She doesn’t.
“Baby girl.” Her eyes soften, almost imperceptibly. I keep tugging on her bottom lip. “Open your mouth and I won’t hurt you.”
Reluctantly, probably hating herself for doing it, she does. I push my finger in, pressing against her warm, wet tongue.
“Suck me.”
This time, I don’t have to repeat myself. She closes her lips around me, keeping her eyes on mine. She slides her tongue around my finger and sucks harder.
I can only imagine what that would feel like around my dick.
Her buyer is still handling his territory, handling the gang wars breaking out at the border, which gives me more time to find out.
Her father thinks it gives him more time to buy her back. It’s almost amusing, thinking of it. I wonder if the idea of her being ripped apart by bad men with cold hearts keeps him up at night.
I think I know the answer to that.
The idea doesn’t repulse me like it should, but I feel my jaw clench thinking of the man who currently owns Oliver putting his cock inside of her while she screams.
I suppose it’s only natural, to have some sort of protective instinct toward her. In so many ways, Addison London is innocent. And innocent things make men weak.
But the way she shifts her hips in my lap as she sucks my thumb, some of the fear leaving her eyes, I know better.
She’s not nearly as innocent as she looks.
I know why she’s like this.
It’s the same reason I’m doing what I’m doing to her.
When you’re sexually assaulted as a child, it does things to your mind. You think sexual pleasure is a form of love. The only form you deserve. Even if it comes from someone you hate, you crave it all the same. I saw it happen with the women my father made me strangle. Beat. Hit and kick.
