Page 30 of The Red Rider
“I think everyone loves the flogger. I’ll make you one when I finished with the bombs.”
That was so Dice, and I was starting to appreciate how handy he was with making things. I mean, he was preventing my father from inciting hate groups from an MP3 player. Whatever invention he put on the White House let them hear anything Isaiah said. Hell, maybe I would trust a handmade dildo from Dice.
“That would mean a lot to me, Dice.Thismeant a lot to me. I experimented, but I could never find anyone I could totally trust. It wasn’t like that with you, even if you were improvising with the gear. I just knew you’d do it right, and you totally did. That was amazing.”
Dice had me tightly wrapped in the blanket and was massaging my shoulders. I just feltsafe.I had been petrified about coming here because of the bombs, but this was more than just finding out they couldn’t explode anymore. This peace had settled over me that I hadn’t felt since I woke up in that hospital room. All my doubts were starting to slip away the longer Dice rubbed my back.
We could do this. We could stop Armageddon.
I craned my head up to look him in the eyes. It was a little awkward because he was holding me so tightly it was like he was trying to put me back together after everything that had happened to me.
“What about you?”
“What about me, my lovely?”
“You gave me a beautiful present. Can I return the favor?”
Dice kissed the top of my head.
“You already did. Your submission is a gift, and I’ll always treasure it.”
I managed to wriggle an arm out and touch his cheek.
“What if I want to make love to you?”
Dice broke into this huge grin.
“Then I would give it to you and say a little thanks to my father for Nephilim stamina. This place is on a backup generator, and I already know how it works, so it’s okay if you cause a little power outage. I’d be offended if you don’t,” he said, nibbling on my neck.
I started wriggling on his lap because his lips felt fucking amazing on my neck.
“I might break your shit.”
Angels seemed really offended about shit breakage, and I felt the need to get that out. Dice had me flat on my back in seconds, and his lips found my collarbone.
“I don’t care about my shit.”
Dice grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head with one hand and started fiddling with his fly with the other. He growled when he realized he had those fucking suspenders on. He snapped them off and shoved his leather trousers down his hips. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he pinned me with his body.
I felt him surge inside me and bit my lip so hard, I tasted blood. Dice kept up this steady, hard pace that was driving me crazy. I couldn’t do a fucking thing about it because I was trapped underneath him, but I wasn’t complaining in the slightest. I just dug my heels into his ass and moaned. I didn’t beg for it harder or faster because I knew better than to top from the bottom. I knew enough about Dice to see that he’d give me what I needed when he thought I needed it.
And oh, did he. Just when I thought I was going to go insane, he started harder and faster. The bed started shaking, and the lights began flickering. Oh, shit, this was totally going to kill me in all the right ways.
“Come now, Ariel,” Dice said, speeding up.
It was like I was so conditioned. As soon as he said those words, my world exploded. The lamp across the room exploded, and Dice threw back his head and roared as he came. He gave me a few more hard thrusts before releasing my hands and collapsing on his back. He pulled me to his chest, and I snuggled in.
“How do you feel?”
“Amazing.”
“Good, because tomorrow, you’re learning how to control the pyrotechnics.”
Yeah, we could do that tomorrow. I was fucked out and exhausted. I was passing way out for the rest of the night.
Chapter 17
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