Hearing a noise, I turned around to find the door to the chosen bedroom being pitched open, Jago strolling inside. The look on his face was carnal, his eyes sweeping over me as if he was eyeing his first feast in days. He closed the door with a hard thud and shook his head. There was a sense he was waiting for me to say get out, daring me to demand he leave.
But I couldn’t.
No, I didn’t want to.
Every part of my mind knew this was a bad idea, but my body couldn’t find the strength to respond accordingly.
In two long strides, he pinned me against the wall, instantly fisting my hair at the scalp. Even as I pressed my palms against him, he gripped my shirt, ripping it away from the waistband of my jeans. We both took several shallow breaths and I knew this was my last opportunity to push him away.
It didn’t happen.
He crushed his mouth over mine so roughly that the breath was knocked from my lungs and into his. He kissed me as if he’d been terrified he’d lost me or as if this was our last chance at tasting one another. I struggled with my emotions, feeling raw and untethered, but as I wrapped my fingers around his shirt, I felt as much a sense of peace as I did viral need.
As he plunged his tongue inside, I fell into the heat of the moment, kissing him back the exact same way. We were both drowning in desire, incapable of pulling away from each other.
The taste of him made me feral, the rush of toxicity from the whiskey mixed with peppermint. Just the fact he’d popped a mint before deciding to ravage me brought another wave of heat and fire so strong my pulse skyrocketed.
He broke his hold only long enough to rip the shirt off me, grinning evilly as he tossed it aside. I fumbled to jerk his shirt free so I could touch his emblazoned skin. His chest rose and fell as he yanked his tee shirt from behind his neck.
Then he kissed me again and I felt weightless, as if the attack had never happened. As if this was the most romantic and powerful moment of my life. He captured my mouth, claiming it as his own, dominating my tongue as if I would always belong to him.
The breathlessness continued as I brushed my fingers up the sides of his chest to his wide shoulders. I’d been right. The touch of him alone seared my skin. We were both on fire, incapable of breaking the connection.
When his lips finally left mine, I let out a strangled moan, already yearning for more.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “An angel. A goddamn fucking angel.”
“I’m no angel.” I licked my lips, realizing they were already swollen from his roughness. And I loved it.
“You taste so damn good. I can’t wait to feast on that pretty little pussy of yours.”
His words were thrilling, the sin and filth wrapped in every word exactly what I needed. He lifted my chin using the tips of his fingers, hungrily biting my neck as a growl erupted from deep within his chest.
I tangled my fingers in his hair, gasping for air as I arched my back. “This is so…”
“Bad for us? I’ll take that.” He dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other, the sensations so electric I could no longer feel my legs. Everything about this was messy, but with every stroke of his hand and every heated breath, I found myself losing all sense of control.
“Yes. Bad… And…” I could no longer put a coherent sentence together and he chuckled as if the amusement was exactly what he needed.
He slowed his pace, darting a lick across my lips and nose while unfastening my bra. I couldn’t move, frozen from the deliriously amazing sensations. My mind was foggy and I was only vaguely aware he’d removed my bra. The cool air in the room felt naughty against my taut nipples, but it was nothing like the eruptive heat when he blew across one then the other.
I lolled my head to the side, able to catch our reflection in the dresser mirror. We looked fucking hot together, even if I was a mess.
He rolled one hand down to the curve of my waist, his grip firm as he licked between my breasts.
“Pu… please.”
“Please what, princess?”
I laughed nervously, unused to asking a man for what I wanted, least of all a man I should consider my enemy. For all the confidence I’d displayed, he had a way of making me feel completely inexperienced. “Please don’t stop.”
“I have no intentions of doing so until I’ve ruined you.”
Little did he know he already had.
I was trembling in his hold, and when he pulled a nipple between his teeth I allowed a sharp cry to flow. Instantly, I stiffened.
“Relax and scream all you want. In fact, I want you to scream my name when I make you come time and time again. They can’t hear you. The walls are too thick.”
He knew exactly what I was thinking.
Did he also know my attraction to him was increasing viscerally? Another wave of nerves rushed through me and I almost tittered with laughter, but as he rolled his lips to my other hardened bud, I moaned instead.
The tingling sensations continued.
“Touch me, Genevieve. I want to know you want me.” His actions became rougher once again, close to becoming brutal as he bit down on my nipple.
I brushed my palms over his shoulders, touching the scars on his back. As my fingers moved over them, he lifted his head.
There was an even more primal way he was looking at me, a true predatory stance. His smile was lopsided as he breathed, his eyes already hooded as if drunk on lust.
As he started to slowly lower to his knees, prickles erupted on my skin. Even the way he unfastened my jeans was sexy as hell. After he pulled the zipper, I rested my head against the wall. Why was I shaking so badly?
He pressed his face between my legs, inhaling deeply.
“You smell so damn sweet, Genevieve. Peaches. Cherries.”
I was so wrought with excitement I almost demanded he make a choice. He was almost gentle in untying and removing my boots, taking his time in doing so.
This was his house and these were his rules.
As he tugged on my jeans, I realized I’d never been so turned on in my life. We were little more than strangers even after everything we’d been through. That allowed me to feel greedy without experiencing guilt. What this meant from here, I didn’t know and didn’t care.
I looked away as he helped me step out of the tight denim, whimpering softly as he slid his hand between my legs.
“You’re so wet for me. Aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I like that.” He took another exaggerated whiff, holding his breath and I couldn’t help but stare down at him.
The sweet brutality of his actions continued as he grabbed a handful of lace, snapping his wrist. The shock of both the deed and the force pitched me forward.
“Don’t worry. I’ll catch you if you fall.”
Somehow, I knew he would.
“Spread for me, Genevieve. Spread your thighs so I can see your perfect pussy.”
Every word he said to me created a tingle of embarrassment, but I did as he asked, even bending my legs slightly and arching the balls of my feet.
He chuckled as he blew a swath of hot air between my legs, gripping both my thighs.
I smashed my hands against the wall, shifting my head from side to side. This time when I caught my reflection, I made a silly face. This wasn’t the woman I’d thought I would become. This was someone I no longer recognized. Obviously not satisfied, he pressed them even wider apart.
“Watch me. Don’t take your eyes off me.”
His voice was gruff, huskier than before and I did as he commanded, blinking several times as another wave of nerves sputtered through me. I felt like putty in his hands as he rubbed my inner thighs with his callused fingers.
Butterflies swarmed my stomach with the first dart of his tongue on my clit. I froze as he swirled the tip of a single finger, no longer worried about who I was or who he was.
Our identities and job descriptions no longer mattered. All that did was the pleasure consuming me.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes. Hell, yes.” What wasn’t to like?
He repeated the move before sliding the same finger down my pussy. Even though my vision was hazy, I noticed the sly smile on his face just before he drove the finger past my swollen folds. There was no chance of holding back the aching moans at that point. I only prayed that what he’d told me about the walls was true.
I wasn’t ready to face the truth of our destiny with anyone.
There was no stopping the man even if I’d wanted to. He pulled one leg over his shoulder, lifting my other foot off the floor as he slid me up the wall by several inches.
“Oh, my. God. That’s so…” Why was it around him that my tongue was tied?
I cinched my eyes shut as he thrust another finger inside, then forced me to watch as he opened his mouth, lowering his head and engulfing my pussy.
With this man I was a ball of wanton lust and urgency, the soar of electricity even greater than when he’d fucked me the first time.
“So fucking wet. So hot.”
His mumbles were ragged, the wash of his breath turning me into molten lava. I gasped, crying out again and again as he made good on his promise to feast like a king.
He kept one leg tossed casually over his shoulder, pulling me forward every few seconds so I’d be forced to arch my back even more. I struggled to reach for him, needing something to ground me. He was a man on fire, using four fingers to drive me into nirvana as he sucked and nipped my clit until my entire pussy was sensitive.
Just as with all our brutal rounds of sex, a climax caught me off guard. The wave kicked my butt as it rushed into me. Lights flickered and flashed in front of my eyes and this time, I was breathless. There was no sound, no air in my lungs.
But the vibrations were everything a bad girl needed. The moment and the experience were exquisite, exactly everything a woman could ever want.
As a second orgasm spilled over the first, the sensations became painfully beautiful and nothing else mattered but that moment. My heart skittered, my pulse raced, and while I was being ravished, I was floating on air.
This wasn’t supposed to make me feel this way. I wasn’t this girl. He wasn’t this man. But together we were combustible.
As the fleeting wave began to ebb, he eased me onto my feet and rose to his full height. Panting, I managed to look him in the eyes as he dragged his tongue around his lips. Damn him for making eating pussy look so incredibly sinful and hot.
After raking his fingers down my chest, he took a step away. There was still no urgency in undressing. He knew he had me under some crazy kind of spell. I wasn’t going anywhere and neither was he. We were locked together in a sequence of unholy events, but this was the final claiming before I was forced to honor the commitment of marriage.
It dawned on me that I didn’t completely hate the idea. That should concern me deeply, but nothing would right now.
Jago’s eyes were full of possession as he finished undressing. They were so powerful in how they drew me in that I couldn’t stop staring at them. But when he released his cock, my gaze was drawn to the incredible creation. A thing of perfection, standing out long and proud. I wanted to be able to drop to my knees in exchange for the ecstasy he’d provided me, but I sensed almost immediately he wasn’t going to allow that to happen. His sense of need returned as soon as he was naked.
His hands were on me again, caressing my breasts as he towered over me. He had a magical way of keeping me enticed even as he pinched my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The pain was lovely, delicious in every way and he was rewarded with a series of moans that I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
His statement somehow made the moment that much sexier.
He lifted me off the floor once again, wrapping my hips around his thighs. I stared down at the throbbing, almost purple head of his cock just before he aligned it against my entrance. My pussy was already clenching in anticipation. He was so large I’d been afraid I couldn’t take him, but as with everything about the man, he’d already proved me wrong.
I sensed he was losing control and wanted nothing more than to push him to do so. When I gripped his shoulders, panting in his face, he laughed softly.
“Careful there, my sweet Genevieve. I just might wreck you.”
“Do it.”
He tipped his head to the side before he pushed his cock halfway into my tight channel. The mischievous look on his face forced me to purse my lips. Was the bastard testing me?
I arched my back and dug my knees into his sides. Goosebumps had already chased themselves over every inch of my skin more than a few times. His eyes lit up once again and he thrust the remainder of his shaft inside. He remained where he was, his breathing becoming heavier. I enjoyed the quiet moment as we stared into each other’s eyes. This was the calm before the storm.
My muscles tensed then cinched around the thick invasion. No man should be allowed to be so big and long. I bit my lip as he pulled out, even digging my nails into his skin.
His loss of control continued and he started fucking me like the true savage he was.
The brutal thumping built another wave of lava that threatened to overheat us both. But he wasn’t about to stop, now fucking me as if his life depended on it.
I scratched his back, not on purpose, but in doing so all I could think about was that I’d marked him like he was doing with me.
Only he was using his scent and this time I might allow it to linger for a long time.
The strain on his face was mesmerizing, the twitch of his mouth keeping me entertained.
His eyes were now closed and I squeezed my pussy muscles on purpose. With a dark chuckle, he ripped me away from the wall, taking three strides toward the huge bed and dumping me in the center.
Before I had a chance to playfully crawl away, he was on the bed positioned behind me. He jerked my head back by my hair before sliding his hand around my throat.
“Teasing me isn’t the best thing for you to do,” he growled, driving the length of his cock into my pussy.
“Why is that?”
“Haven’t you heard? Because I’m an asshole.”
He pulled out once again before sinking into me completely. He gripped my hip with his other hand, holding the position just long enough I moaned. There was something entirely different about how he was fucking me now. There was more possession to it, more sensuality and sense of ownership.
I was still tingling all over, but my mind couldn’t process the thought.
As he began to develop a rhythm, he reached around and played with my breast. Just the way he was flicking his finger across my nipple forced several moans from my lip. He was so forceful he was rocking the bed and I still wondered if our raucous activity could be heard.
He pinched and twisted my taut bud again until I cried out before letting go. Everything about the man was huge, including his hands. When he spread his fingers wide, rolling the flat of his hand around my hip, I shuddered more than once.
The hard slap of his hand made me yelp, but I laughed afterwards. For such a brutal man, he had a playful side I hadn’t seen coming.
Jago started fucking me in earnest again. I was sweaty and hot, enraptured and hoping this would continue.
He refused to stop, his stamina unlike any other man I’d been with. My throat was scratchy, my pants barely recognizable, and beads of his sweat tickled my back as he fucked me.
I couldn’t care less that I’d be sore.
Or that I was supposed to hate him.
How could I think of anything else but the incredible orgasm that rushed through me, creating a beautiful kaleidoscope of colors in front of my eyes?
“Oh. Oh. Yes. God, yes. Yes…” I closed both as the climax electrified my entire body. I felt him tense and clenched my pussy muscles again. There was something delicious about taunting him.
His pants became strangled. With a deep roar, he threw his head back and yanked me back with him as he erupted deep inside. He wrapped his other arm around me, finally easing his hold on my throat. “You do something to me,” he whispered.
It was as close to an endearing comment he’d made and I had a feeling they were few and hard to come by.
Perhaps he was reading my mind again because only seconds after making the statement, he pulled out and climbed from the bed.
I collapsed, still trying to catch my breath when I heard the soft click of the door after he’d left.