Page 98 of Cursed to Be Mine
His eyes linger on my throat, on the bruises Derek’sson left on me. When they rise back to mine, rage darkens them considerably. “He was going to kill you.”
I snort. Such fucking bullshit. “He took me in. He was teaching me –”
“He wasn’t planning on killing you then.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. Why would he go to bed not wanting to kill me and then before I even wake up –” I stop abruptly as it barrels into me even though Khalid’s face doesn’t change, doesn’t twitch one damn muscle. Iknowwhy, my brain slamming pieces together to a puzzle I can finally see.
“You…” I growl, an inferno across my nerves as I stare into his dark-brown unflinching eyes. “He was going to kill me because of you.”
Because he knew Khalid was a witch.
Not at the station – not when Derek gave him a nod between men, but at the house.
My dreams from last night, fucking delicious dreams that had me so wet this morning, rush into my skull. “You were in my room.”
My pulse spikes as I imagine those dreams being real. Of him touching me with his hands and tongue, his cock sliding into me as he groans above me, his hands full of my breasts.
But it’s not from the rage I want. The rage I should be feeling like anynormalperson would when learning a man’s been fucking them while they sleep. Slapping at his chest, I try to shove him back as I dig for the rage Ishouldbe feeling. “You sick pervert! You had no right –”
“I have every right,kira,” he says, grabbing my hands and pinning them to his chest as he steps closer. His head dips as one hand grabs my chin, forcing me to stare at him when I would have looked away. “You’remine. This body is mine. Your pussy is mine, and every time I want to make love to it, you’ll spread it for me as you beg me to fill it.”
“Like hell I –”
His lips crush my words with an undeniable mockery as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. I struggle against him, trying to yank my arms free of his clasp so I can smack the smugness off his face. But his muscles bulge as he holds me tight.
His fingers, strong but not bruising, force my head to tilt to the perfect angle for him to slide his tongue deeper into my mouth. He sucks on my bottom lip as a groan escapes him. “Let me show you how much I own your body,kira.How it begs me to be its master.”
My pussy clenches, already begging and crying for him to fill it. Wet heat stains my underwear. Gasping under the onslaught of his tongue, I kiss him back, and the groan of approval he gives me turns the last tendrils of my anger into a need to be fucked hard and fast.
He might be a sup, but I’ve been crushing on him for the last three months. And the way he looks at me makes it impossible for me to hold on to the lies of him using me. Grabbing his shirt, I slide my tongue around his and moan.
Jerking my head to the side, he licks his way up the full of my neck, then sucks my earlobe into his teeth. His hot breath caresses me. “I’ve waited so long to fill you with my children. I’m going to take my time fucking your wet, begging pussy.”
A spasm rips through me as I involuntarily kegel.He releases my wrists and slips both hands beneath my shirt to cup my breasts. “You’re going to squeeze these around my cock and open your pretty little mouth tocatch my cum.”
His lips cover mine again, hard and rough as he spits into my mouth, mimicking the burst of his seed. I swallow greedily as my body shakes with the force of his promises.
Pushing up my bra, he pinches my nipples in between both fingers, rolling them until I cry out against his lips.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his tongue lapping around mine. “You know what you want, don’t you?” He thrusts his hips against me, and my pussy spasms from the hard feel of his cock on my stomach.
Yes!
I reach for him, lost in the madness he’s making me feel. “I want your cock,” I whisper, my cheeks blushing profusely as I still.Did those words really come from me?
A low rumble vibrates in his chest as he kisses me deeply. “Where do you want it?” he rasps, and I want so badly to answer, but my mind blanks.
“You want my cock sliding down your throat,” he says, each word spanking my core, “as I lick your sexy pussy. You’ll hold it open for me, won’t you? Freeing my hands, so I can squeeze your ass and tits and slide my fist deep inside your hole.”
Fist?I tense as that image shoots through me.
He pulls back with one last kiss of my lips, then holds my gaze, his eyes hot, his mouth smug. “I’m going to cum inside you,kira,then push it all up with my fist, and you are going to come again around my forearm while I’m sucking on your clit.”
I gasp as he tugs on both my nipples and his mouth finds my neck. My hand flutters up to the back of his head and tugs at the ponytail holding his hair. Once it’sfree, I thread my fingers through his black strands, and hold on for dear life.
“Ohgod!” I moan as his right hand drops to my jeans and opens them on its own.
“God has nothing to do with how I’m going to make you feel,kira.” His tone bites with jealousy, popping my eyes open as I realize the depth of his obsession with me. A whispering voice tells me that’s dangerous.
