Page 171 of Ripped Veil (Ripped Bratva)
I sit there and take it, feeling myself start to throb all over again. Apparently, my body has been starving this whole time, and I’ve finally given her permission to ask for what she wants.
And what she wants isthis.
He rumbles low as he finishes emptying himself onto me. And when he’s done, he exhales with relief. Like he’s finally exorcised demons he’s been carrying for a long, long time.
His eyes meet mine for a moment before he goes to the nozzle on the front-facing wall and turns it on.
Water descends from the showerhead onto both of us. I flinch, expecting it to be cold—the showers at the women’s shelter are always frigid—but it’s refreshingly warm.
Phoenix turns away from me and tilts his head up under the stream. I stare at the powerful muscles on his back, admiring all the rippling lines and knotted scars. His tattoos are elaborate and beautiful. But I remember what happened the last time I asked about one of them—he shut down completely and pushed me away. I’m not about to make that mistake a second time.
He turns slowly to face me once more, water running down his darkly seductive features. I’m aware that I’m staring. Probably drooling, too. But I’ve made my desire for him pretty transparent now. There’s no walking back certain revelations.
His cock still looks hard and it’s making my body come alive again. I didn’t even think it was possible to want him again so soon after the way he had just taken me up against the wall.
But apparently, when it comes to sex, there’s a lot left that I have to learn.
I’m aware that his seed is still all over me… but I’m content to let it sit there for a little while longer.
That is, until he stretches his hand out to me. I lace my fingers into his and he pulls me up to my feet. My legs wobble dangerously but he wraps an arm around my waist and holds me close against him.
He washes himself off me without a word. His touch is tender. Delicate. He dabs with a washcloth and wipes away all evidence that this ever happened. The only proof is in the ache between my legs. The fire in my belly. The weakness in my trembling thighs.
I’m aware that neither one of us has really said much since we were down at the firepit. But somehow, I can’t bring myself to break the silence between us.
Once the blood, sweat, and seed has been washed off both of us, we step out of the shower. My center is still throbbing. But it’s a happy, hungry ache.
I stand awkwardly in front of the sink, unsure of what I’m supposed to do now. Then I see Phoenix come up to stand directly behind me. He’s so tall and so huge that his shoulders stick out above my head. He dwarfs me completely in every way. I’ve never felt so small, so helpless—and I’ve never loved it so much.
His hands land on my hips and he pushes me forward.
I feel his hard cock slide between my butt cheeks, and I get wet all over again. With rough, unruly hands, he bends me over the bathroom counter and enters me again without ceremony.
I keep my eyes on the mirror in front of us, watching his every thrust, drinking in every flicker of expression that crosses his face.
His muscles expand and contract with each savage twitch of his hips. I just gaze at him, both mystified and enthralled by his dominance, his strength.
He’s ruined me for every other man. I understand that much, if nothing else, as he takes me for the second time.
Our eyes are fixed on one another, connected through the mirror that records the fragile union we’ve formed for tonight. He slams into me with unrelenting aggressiveness.
And I welcome it. I didn’t think I’d like this kind of lovemaking, if you can even call it that. But I’ve surprised myself countless times already. The good girl I thought I was died a long time ago. She died in the desert a year ago.
So who am I now?
Someone darker.
Someone bolder.
Someone far more terrifying.
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Phoenix
Phoenix’s Bedroom
I wake up with her arm draped across my chest. She sought me out in the night without ever waking up, as though her body craved my warmth. I wasn’t sure whether to hold her close or throw her out altogether.
