Page 24 of Bad Men

Mia mingled and laughed. She didn’t drink anything, except water from a bottle she got from the cluttered kitchen. That took a lot of the edge off for me. I would have been a lot more panicked if she’d accepted a drink from one of the assholes. But the thing that killed me was the sideways glances she kept darting our way. They were quick and half hidden behind the mask, but I didn’t miss them. I couldn’t when I could barely take my eyes off her.

The majority of the night went by in a blur. Somehow, the blue fairy girl had me by the hand, guiding me up the stairs with Nero and the other fairy. We were nudged into one of the bedrooms and told to wait inside.

I remembered turning to Nero, ready to call quits when he said, “We can’t leave Mia out there.”

It was as if he’d read my mind. As badly as I wanted to pound all that night’s frustrations into a willing pussy, the idea of leaving Mia alone with the animals running rampant through the house filled me with a protectiveness I’d never felt before.

The rest baffled me.

How had Mia gotten in? How had neither Nero nor I noticed the switch? How had we not seen it in five years?

I raised my head and peered up at the woman watching me, bottom lip caught between her teeth. The apprehension in her eyes had me shifting up her body to free the fold and claim it in a gentle kiss.

“Is there something wrong?” she asked when I drew back.

I raised a brow. “Does it look like something’s wrong?”

In indication, I glanced down at my rising erection bobbing between us. Mia followed my gaze and made a quiet oh of surprise. Her attention lifted back to my face, eyes bright, cheeks pink.

“Then why did you stop?”

I contemplated telling her. Part of me wanted confirmation that it had been her that night, but the way she’d bolted and never said a word, made me think she hadn’t wanted us to know. Not an unusual request. Most good girls didn’t want people to know they’d been with two men. The fact that she’d made me leave my car behind and walk through the alley behind her house and wait in the shadows for her made me think she didn’t want anyone to know either. I wasn’t offended by it. It was better that way. Last thing I needed was to go in for killing the bastard who smeared her name.

I opted to say nothing until she did.

“Get up.”

Sprawled across the mountain of pillows taking up most of the tiny bed, she struggled, but pushed up to a sitting position. I positioned myself behind her, my brain running a million miles an hour with all the things I wanted to do with her first, all the torment I wanted her to suffer before I ended it. There were so many ideas, so many ways I wanted to destroy her, but couldn’t. Not yet. Not while she still had that bit of skin between her legs.

Virgins made me nervous. There were too many ways to hurt them, too many ways things could go wrong. I wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t the right guy for the deflowering job. I had every intention of letting Nero handle that, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to play with her.

I sat her between my thighs with her legs thrown wide over both of mine in a widespread. I even raised my knees a notch, so she was forced to recline against my chest with no escape.

“Look at the ceiling,” I told her, forcing her head back all the way to my shoulder.

I loved how she followed the command without question, without the annoying why’s and what are you going to do’s. I hated it. I loved that she stupidly trusted me so completely with her body. She had no idea the plans I had for it.

I was still grinning when I ran my palms up her sides to her breasts, her soft, delicious breasts that filled my hands as if made just for me.

“I love these,” I drawled into her ear. “I’m not even a breast man, but your tits...” I pinched both nipples between my thumb and index, making Mia whine and arch into my hands. “I can’t stop thinking about them.”

I rolled the peaks. Mia shuddered against me. Her hips rose as if seeking attention.

In that position, her clit was fully exposed, the lips already parted. The swollen bundle glistened in the dull light of the fading sun outside the window. It begged me to touch, to stroke until it was quivering with release. But I wasn’t done teasing her. She was still much too sane.

I caught sight of the plastic strip out of the corner of my eye. It sat on a notebook, long, thin, and clear, and perfect. Its light weight settled nicely in my palm while my free hand went up and cupped over her mouth.

The ruler made a nice smacking sound against her open lips. Mia choked a sound hot and wet against my palm. Her body bowed. Her legs thrashed. She dove with both hands to cover her stinging pussy.

“Don’t touch!”

I smacked the back of the hand closest to me. It retreated, but I knew she would try again.

I set the ruler on the mattress next to my hip, removed my hand from her mouth and caught her wrists. Her arms were twisted behind her back. Her fingers were made to curl around my awakened cock.

“Do not let go.” I snarled into her ear. Once certain she knew her new job, I lightly brushed her pinkened lips with my fingers, soothing the burn I knew she must have been feeling. “Okay?” I asked softly, addressing all aspects of the situation. If she said no, even once, it would be over. I would stop without question.

She was still breathing hard, still wiggling against the sheets, but she nodded. “I ... I wasn’t expecting … that hurt!” But she said it with a little chuckle that loosened the tightness in my chest.

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