Page 57 of Altered By Fire (Undercover Sinners 1)
There's a long pause where she just stares up at me.
"Everybody but me," I growl out, squeezing my hands into fists and trying to hold back a sudden rush of need and want. There are so many things I want from this girl, but it's not fair to put them all on her, not all at once. My desires are just … not as fucked as Arsen or as domineering as Hawke, but I definitely have unique tastes.
"You want to rectify that." It's not a question, but Natalia picks up her coffee and then finishes it off as she waits for me to respond. "I think I might be a sex addict. Also, possibly, a coke addict."
"We're all addicted to something," I say as she pushes her cup away and gives my half-empty one a glance.
"What are you addicted to, Macey?" she asks me as I look her over and let everything I'm feeling reflect in my eyes.
Hunger. Lust. Need.
"Justice—at any cost. I'm so addicted to justice that sometimes, I do things that are unjust to get it. Doesn't make sense, I guess, but it's the need I always slake."
"Hmm," Natalia says, walking backward toward the exit. "But there are other needs to slake, no?"
She turns and heads toward the door.
I wait for a moment and make a decision.
If she goes into my bedroom, I'll go for her.
If she doesn't, I'll let her go and I'll never touch her again.
Because I'm almost afraid to see what'll happen if I do.Two sides of me war as I head back inside and down a small flight of stairs, around the corner and into the main hallway. I make my way to the second door on the left and push it open with my palm.
The room I'm using used to be set aside for storage. There's a large bed crammed into one corner, but also heaps of old shit from the church. It's a fucking junk room with a massive wooden cross leaning against the wall, casting a shadow over everything.
And then there's Natalia, sitting on the smooth blankets of my perfectly made bed, staring up at me.
She's almost looking at me like she thinks I'm going to be tame.
Makes me feel bad. Makes me wish I were tame. But maybe, just maybe, this girl could tame my heart in a way Portia never did?
"Stand up," I say, my heart pounding. Natalia gives me a look, but she does what I ask anyway. In fact, she looks almost eager to be doing it, like she enjoys pleasing others, submitting. Maybe she likes being told what to do in the bedroom? I've long since learned there's not a lot of correlation between what someone's like in the real world and what they're like during sex.
Natalia could be the strongest woman on the planet and still like being told what to do in the dark. I want to be a nice guy, but sometimes the need goes beyond my want for justice.
"Stand up?" she asks, still somewhat playfully.
But this isn't going to be playful. This is going to be quick and fast and dark. Maybe then, I can take her back to bed, lay her down, and make love to her. For now, no. No, that's not happening.
"Take your clothes off," I breathe, unbuckling my belt, nice and slow.
Natalia matches my pace, taking off her top and tossing it aside, baring her breasts in the scattered stripes of moonlight that fill my bedroom. Of course she's not wearing a bra. The suddenness with which she's exposed turns my cock to fucking diamond, so hard that if you added water, I could cut granite.
Calm yourself down, Mace, I whisper in my own mind, but Natalia is already dropping her sweats and flashing me her bare cunt and those gorgeous swells of her creamy hips. She's round and soft in all the right places; I want my hands on every inch of her.
There's a bit of coiled rope on the floor near the junk pile, none of that soft, silky shit that Hawke collects for his needs. No, this is rough, old rope and I'm not prepared for any of this. I just grab the coil and toss it over my shoulder before I finish opening my pants up.
My cock springs free, thick and velvety, with a bead of pre-ejac glistening at the tip.
"Come here."
"You like to give orders?" she asks, but I ignore her, watching as she sways toward me in the shadows, hips moving seductively. Her eyes glitter as she stares down at my shaft. I'm not trying to have an ego here or anything, but my dick is larger than any other man's in Hawke Security.
"Sometimes," I say, because while I have no desire to be the leader of this little group, I do want to give the orders occasionally. Reaching up, I cup the side of Natalia's face with one, large hand. "Trust me a little?" I ask, and she nods. Not because she really trusts me, but because she's given up on life and doesn't care.
