Page 54 of Deranged
I dropped the fry, my stomach twisting, my body tensing. “What?”
“It was in the contract. You have to remain out of jail, and you have to attend functions when she needs your presence there. Talking isn’t necessary at the events, but you have to be properly dressed and show up. The time may be three months, but it’s likely her campaign season of six months.”
I pushed up from the table and paced around it to think. “So I’ve traded one prison for another?”
He knew better than to touch me right now. “Donny got her to agree to let you veto up to five events without explanation. I don’t think it will be that bad, honestly.”
I glared at him. “I’m glad you think so, because you’ll be going with me, to all of them, as my plus one.”
“Are you upset I made this trade?”
Part of me wanted to be angry, but I couldn’t with the rich fabric cocooning me and the delicious food filling my belly. A few handshakes and some over-priced catered food was a small price to pay for that freedom. “No. I’m not upset. I would have made the deal, too, if it had been offered to me. I hate we had to go through all this crap in the first place. I hate that my life will never truly be my own.”
He stood and dragged me into his body. “Six months with her, six months with me. You can handle it. You’re the strongest woman I know. If anyone can endure this situation, it’s you.”
I leaned up and wrapped my hands around his neck. The scent of him drawing me in closer. I pressed my face into his chest an inhaled deeply. “Take me to bed and show me it was a worthwhile trade.”
He lifted me off my feet in one smooth swipe and walked me all the way into the bedroom, the hunger in his eyes fueling my own need. This wouldn’t be sweet or gentle, and I was okay with that.
He lay me out on the bed and peeled open my robe as I watched him look at me. The way his gaze lingered on my skin, the dip of my waist and the curls between my legs made me needy for him.
I reached out, and he striped his own clothes until he stood between my open knees naked and hard. His cock jutted up to bounce against his abs while he climbed up onto the bed between my legs., lifting and pushing me back onto the mattress as he moved.
He spoke softly but his hands were hand and unyielding. “I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Me too. Kiss me.”
He lay his body weight on top of me, bracing some onto his forearms as he bent to take my mouth. I let him have control and savored the way he fit me perfectly. His hardness to my soft.
The kiss ended abruptly as he teased his lips down the column of my neck and kissed along my collarbone.
I giggled. “If this is going where I think it is, I highly encourage it.”
He bit down hard enough to make me squeak before he slowly drew a path with his teeth and his tongue down the curve of each breast and down to my belly. His heart beat heavily against my thigh, and his fingers gripped my hips tightly. “Stop teasing,” I said, breathless and needy.
He swatted my hands away as I tried to bury them in his hair. “Don’t rush me. I have been waiting to taste you. And we have all the time we could possibly want.”
I dropped my head back to the bed and closed my eyes. His fingers cupped around my hip bones, and his breath heated my skin until his nose brushed my pussy. I tensed, and he waited until I relaxed again. A game of push and pull, give and take. Except he would take and take and take. And I wanted to give him everything.
He used his nose to open me up and then delved his tongue in the seam. Trying to be good, I didn’t arch up like my body screamed to. I wanted to press myself into his face, ride it until I reached my end. No, he deserved to savor just as much as I deserved this—him.
He made a noise against my clit that sounded like a growl but vibrated through my sensitive flesh and did make me flex into him involuntarily.
“Please,” I whined, not recognizing the begging in my own voice. I stared down at him.
He lifted his head and met my eyes up the slight curve of my belly. “You want me inside you?”
I nodded frantically and reached down to pull him up my body. “I want you inside me right now.”
Thankfully, he didn’t hesitate and scooted up from his position until our faces were even. I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, tongue, teeth.
He pressed into me slowly, and I folded my body around his while I let him stretch me open. And he did stretch me, feeling huge and a little painful as my body adjusted to his size. He hissed out a breath when he was fully seated inside me, and I let myself scan his features and memorize every line and every scar.
I held my breath as he pulled out and slid back inside me slow and careful. Still teasing, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of him, all of him. I wasn’t above begging, but he didn’t make me.
“You feel so good.” He pressed into me again and took up a careful slow pace. I didn’t want slow and steady. I wanted wild and hard. I wanted to feel the bruises his hands left on me tomorrow.
I captured his face in my hands. “Will you stop toying with me and fuck me please.”
