Page 18 of Roots of the Wicked

After another searing kiss that made me whimper, Chase lifted me from the counter and spun me so fast, my brain misfired, resetting the process of me figuring out what the fuck we were doing.

His dick nudged my ass as he gripped me around the waist. The hard press of it re-ignited my desire and pushed away a horrific memory from my past that was threatening to take away this moment.

He whispered hot in my ear. “Being bisexual is overrated. I intend to make you forget about women completely.” As hot as he had me, I believed him.

Why wasn’t I upset about the current string of events? I’d even managed to push away harsh memories from my past that tried to sneak into our scene. Anger should have consumed me the moment he had dragged me back into the bathroom. Instead, the press of his body into mine made me hotter; wetter.

I spun, turning the tables on him before I gripped him by the shirt, and spun him into the position he had me in. My swift movement widened his eyes, throwing him off kilter. Although outraged by his overbearing behavior, his determination and confidence had me fully invested.

My breath hitched when he retook control, spun me, and pinned his bulging hardness against my ass. He gripped my waist with one hand and placed the other under my chin before lifting my face to our reflection in the mirror.

Rubbing the side of his face against mine, he whispered, “Damn that’s a sexy picture. Look how good we look together Jax.”

Used to being the alpha in my relationships, I kept tensing and releasing, attempting to stifle my unease about being manhandled. Shocked and aroused all at the same time, the confusing mix leveled me, otherwise I’d have hauled off and struck him by now.

His lips caressed the pulsing flesh of my neck, but his exploring stopped at the sight of my tattoo. “Does this vine run all over your body?” His husky voice bounced off me, adding to my aching hunger. It was a question he’d asked the day we met.

Why hadn’t I done anything to stop this yet? Chase was taking liberties I had not allowed anyone else. His lips on mine pressed like a waking caress from a wet dream. Warm enough to entice you from sleep.

His hands on me sparked sensual currents that flowed straight down to my pussy. He was clueless as to how drenched my panties had become. My mind screamed, attempting to convince me to take control of the situation, but my body remained deaf to my mental defense.

The slide of my zipper easing down my back, exposing what I knew his lingering curiosity sought, had me as anxious as he must have been. His loud gasp revealed the moment he saw my treasure.

“This is beautiful. You’re beautiful, Jax,” he said. “The kind of beautiful that has stripped me of my self-control. Wild, uninhibited, and gorgeous.” His lips hovered at my ear, his endearing words a whisper. “I’m completely intoxicated by you, and I fear I have lost my sanity.” His words were like secrets I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear. I wasn’t entirely convinced he realized he was speaking out loud.

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Chase

A portion of the vine I had seen on her neck and hand, spanned a large portion of her back. The design wasn’t thick or messy but elaborate and well defined as it wound around her skin. The beauty and artistry of the tattoo captivated me. The thin branches were alive with sharp-looking thorns, and a few tiny blossoms that were intricately placed. A tiny flower on her lower back, one behind her right ear, and one on her shoulder. The looping stems grew from a tangle of angry black roots at her lower back.

I believed the tattoo to be a reflection of who she was. Beauty marred by prickly dark pain, toughness with an edge of vulnerability, and a fierce determination coupled with an undeniable likeability.

The expansive detailing of the art suggested the tattoo branched to multiple parts. The sight of the ink made my blood burn in my veins as heat flared and traveled south, causing me to grow unbearably hard.

I couldn’t wait any longer; it was torture not being inside her. I jerked my wallet from my back pocket, thankful I kept a condom in there. I tossed the wallet once I retrieved the condom, not caring where it landed. Jax watched my every move in the mirror, her eyes angry one moment, and heavy with need the next. When I reached to take off my glasses, she shook her head. “Leave the glasses on.”

There was no need to tell me twice. I slipped the condom in my front pocket and proceeded to caress the lush roundness of her ass, all the while, waiting for her to stop me.

“Chase,” she called back.

“Yes.”

“You better make it worth my time.”

“I will. I’ll make it so good, you are going to be calling me every time you want to touch yourself.”

My arrogant words, words I had borrowed from her, caused a low chuckle to sound in the swirling hurricane of our desires.

I bent slightly, lifting the hem of her dress and letting my hand slide over her buttery soft skin and ass. Green met brown when our gazes locked in the mirror. I explored her, memorizing the contours as thoroughly as the figures of a multimillion-dollar investment portfolio.

Holding her dress up with my left hand, I drove my right over her ass, palming the firm roundness. My frantic fingers slipped behind her skimpy periwinkle colored thong. Her face creased, and she sucked in a sharp intake of air after I had gotten a good grip and ripped the delicate material from her body.

With the silk wadded in my fist, I watched her face as I sniffed them. Sheer lust fueled me now. I was so amped up on my desire for her that I was verging on crazy.

Based on the heavy accumulation of need in her eyes, I surmised she was as out of control as I was. I inhaled her panties again, the scent closing my eyes and causing me to release a throaty moan.

“They smell good don’t they?” she asked, observing my perverse behavior.

“Yes.”

“You better memorize the scent, because this is the only time you’re going to get a whiff.”

Her sweet feminine scent intoxicated my senses as well as the air around me, enticing me to seek out the source. “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body is telling me a whole different story. It’s saying you’re going to let me have a whiff whenever I want one.”

I believe she was enjoying our back and forth banter, I certainly was.

“I’m going to make you come so hard, you just may pass out.” Her eyes in the mirror dared me to follow through with my cocky statement.

After I shoved her panties into my inner jacket pocket, I removed the condom from my pants and placed it at her mouth, still testing her will to proceed. When her lips parted and she clenched the black and gold wrapper between her teeth, the line she had drawn where it concerned us, had officially been destroyed.

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