Page 130 of Stand: Part One
I shivered. He had just crushed a man’s throat with his fist mere minutes ago, and now here he was worshipping mine with his mouth. The thought drove me wild.
Darren was so damn dangerous, so callously lethal, so fiercely intelligent, and he was mine, whether I wanted him or not. And it was time I exploited the shit out of it.
Taking his cock in my hand, I quickly sheathed his length with my pussy, taking what I wanted from him in this very moment. A growly moan left his throat, his fingers tightening in my hair as he kept me from moving any farther.
“You greedy little brat,” he rasped, his voice grated with lust.
“I’m fucking taking what’s mine,” I snapped, and shifted my hips, dragging myself along his thick shaft, my pussy singing with satisfaction.
“Fuck,” he groaned and released my hair. “Then take it, Jaden. Ride me for as long as you can.”
On cue, I pressed my hands to his chest and shoved him back against the couch. Gripping his shoulders, I did just that, slamming myself down and riding his dick to chase my own pleasure.
I moaned and gasped with each stroke I gave myself, my pussy clenching desperately around him.
God, he felt amazing inside me, or was it the power I wielded that gave me this euphoria? I didn’t have much time to think on it because the second he pinched my clit between his fingers, I came undone all over his cock. My orgasm rushed through me in waves of ecstasy I wanted to ride forever.
And Darren made sure of it, his hands clutching my hips to continue bouncing me on his cock.
My thighs were on fire, but I didn’t care as I chased the final remnants of my orgasm, grateful for Darren’s sudden assistance. But before I could regain a single breath, he swiftly rose from the couch and slammed my back onto the table.
Leaning over me, he clutched my throat in his hand and thrust in deep.
“My turn,” he sneered, then drew back to grab both my knees and wrap my legs around his waist.
With his hands clutching my thighs, he sank into me with such savagery, I screamed for mercy. But there would be none as Darren pounded into me, rocking the already compromised table within an inch of its life.
Fire blazed through my veins, burning up my oxygen and energy as I grasped the table. My body was incapable of anything else as Darren slayed me with his cock. My breasts bounced with each thrust, capturing all of his attention while his fingers dug into my thighs.
“Fuck, you are so perfect,” he rasped, picking up his pace. “And so fucking mine.”
Pressing in deep, Darren stilled as he came inside me, his hands pressing into the table as he leaned over my body. His eyes traveled up my frame until they connected with mine, and a dark look suddenly shadowed his features.
Sliding his arm under my back, he pulled me up and then sat us back down on the couch, my legs straddling him while my upper body lay flush with his.
Taking my face in his hands, he positioned me so that we were nearly nose to nose. Our chests heaved in sync, his cock still planted deep inside me. With the drugs now filtering away with the adrenaline, my mind became clearer, the aftereffects of what I’d just done slowly sinking in.
I realized for the first time that I couldn’t read Darren’s expression, the uncertainty of my actions causing the heat in my body to deplete. I tried not to shiver as I watched him, those deep blue eyes studying me in a way that felt like some kind of threat.
Brushing back the loose hair from my face, Darren’s gaze held me captive, a look that was both hard and soft, hot and cold, dark and bright. I couldn’t pinpoint one single emotion to respond to, leaving me staggering for a sign from above. But it was the below that finally answered.
“Tell me you love me,” he commanded, his deep voice smooth with warning.
I felt my heart jolt in my chest, my stomach twisting with anxiety at the prospect of speaking those hideous words. But this was the grave he’d dug for us, and I had no choice but to bury myself with him for as long as it took.
“I love you.”
His lips curled into a victorious grin, like a king who just claimed the throne he’d fought for and won. And though I knew I would end up speaking those words for as long as he demanded them, one real truth sliced at my heart.
No matter how many times I said those words to him, even if I ever tragically meant them, I knew there would never be a time when I would ever hear him say them back.
32
Helpless
My heart fluttered in my chest like a butterfly on crack. I hadn’t been this nervous since my own damn wedding.
I felt absolutely ridiculous standing in this obnoxious gown next to Darren in the elevator while he exuded his usual calm and collected demeanor in a custom-fitted black-on-black tux.
