Page 41 of Drunk on You (Hope Town 4)

My eyes close, and I thank my lucky stars I played her dangerous game.

"Take what you need, Shane."

I snap my eyes open, her words slamming into me more powerfully than if a truck roared through her apartment and hit me at full speed with a full tank of nitrous. She can't understand what she's asking of me.

"Let me help, honey," she continues, her other arm coming up, placing her free hand on top of mine. "Take what you need," she repeats. "Sir, please. Use me."

"Fuck," I hiss, powerless to stop myself. I spin, catching her before her hands can fall completely to her side and lifting her off the ground and into my arms. Our mouths colliding, tongues meeting, as we feed the hunger we both have for each other. Our kiss isn't pretty but fuck if it isn't full of enough power to bring me to my knees.

Her hums start, and she rubs her pussy against my stomach. Her thin panties not hiding how wet she is. My cock throbs and I deepen our kiss, growling against her mouth. She tries to move her hips again, and I pull my mouth away, looking into her dazed eyes.

"Who's in control?'

"You are, Sir," she answers immediately.

My ragged breathing hitches at her words. Needing a second, I release her, keeping my hands on her arms until she was steady enough for me to back away. If I take her now, it will be hard and unforgiving, something she doesn't deserve.

"Go to your room, Nicole. Get naked and wait for me. I want you on your knees with your ass in the air for me. Do you understand?"

She nods. "Yes, Sir. I understand."

"Do it. Don't move until I tell you what to do next."

She turns and stumbles slightly before righting herself and walking quickly the rest of the way. I take my time, needing to calm down. Cleaning up what was left from our lunch, I wash the forks we used before cleaning the table and counters. When the kitchen and her table are completely clean and bare of any reminders of our lunch, I face the hallway, wishing I had a clear view of her bed from where I stand. I still feel out of control and need to channel the turbulence I've felt since the call earlier this morning that brought me here. The same turbulence that grew insurmountably when her ex showed up. I don't want to hurt her--fuck, that's the last thing I want--but I don't think I have it in me to hold back right now. She couldn't have known what she was asking of me ... could she?

Her face filters through my mind. I recall what shifted behind her beautiful blue eyes moments before ... it was more than desire. Yeah, it had been there, but it was driven by something a whole lot more commanding.

"She needs it too," I muse on a rush of air.

I don't even give myself a second to doubt what I know I saw in her eyes. My steps silent while I prowl toward her open bedroom, praying like fuck I find her ready for me. When I turn and enter her room, the sight of her with her ass in the air, bare pussy on display between her slightly parted legs, to offer me her body without shame causes me to grab my cock through my sweats to keep from coming on the spot.

I swallow the warm rush of saliva that makes my mouth water, her pussy wet and glistening in the sunlight streaming through her curtains. Walking around to the other side of her bed, I look at her face--eyes closed, l

ips parted, and hands clenched in the sheets.

"What's your safe word, Nicole?" I ask, her body jerking slightly.

Her eyes open, and she looks up at me without moving anything. "Red, Sir."

Fucking hell. She's perfect.

"I can't hold back, Nicole. I need you to understand that this will be hard and rough. I don't have it in me to be anything less."

"Use me, Sir," she answers softly.

That's all it takes. Just three words and I'm undone. She keeps her eyes trained on me, color hitting her cheeks as she waits for me to do just that.

I reach out, running two fingers down her spine, pausing at the top of her ass, not looking away from her. I can see how badly she wants to move, but she holds herself still. When I move my fingers again, dragging them to her asshole, she jerks slightly before stopping herself and gripping the sheets tighter.

"One day, mon colibri. Not today, but one day you will give me all of you." I softly press against the hole, not breaching, but letting her know without a doubt what I'm talking about. She surprises the hell out of me by pressing back against my fingertips, though, and as much as I like knowing she isn't against letting me take her there, I lift my hand away before smacking her hard against her cheek. "You'll get more when I tell you, Nicole. Remember that," I warn, rubbing the burn from her flesh. The sight of my handprint red against her pale flesh only feeds the hunger inside me. "Look at you, my mark on your skin. If I wanted to mark you, bruise you with my grip, and pink your skin with my strength, would you let me?"

Her head moves as she swallows, answering me on a breathy moan. "Yes ... Yes, Sir. Whatever you want."

"Good girl," I praise. "You trust that I won't mark you for pain? That I won't harm you?"

"Yes, Sir."

I lift my hand and give the same hard smack to her other cheek. She pulls her lip between her teeth and clamps down on the flesh. I can see how close she is. I fucking love it. The buzz I feel is better than any drink could give me.

"This time, Nicole, don't hold yourself back. When you're ready to come, I want to hear it. I want to see your thighs soaked with your come. I want my ears to fucking ring. I want your neighbors to hear you, so clear through these walls that they can't help but get off on how much you love what I do to your body. Scream, cherie. Scream loud and don't hold back."

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