Page 54 of Beautiful Savage
His cock hits the back of my throat and I moan around him, the vibration making him curse. He pulls out suddenly, hauling me to my feet.
"Bed. Now. On your hands and knees."
I crawl onto the bed, presenting myself to him. I hear his clothes hitting the floor, then feel the bed dip behind me. His hands grip my hips, positioning me exactly where he wants me.
"You're dripping," he says, running one finger through my wetness. "Walking through my building, meeting my family, and all you could think about was getting back to my cock."
"Yes," I gasp as he pushes two fingers inside me, stretching me.
"Say it."
"I couldn't stop thinking about you. About this. About you inside me."
He withdraws his fingers, replaces them with the head of his cock. "Then take what you came back for."
He slams into me with one hard thrust, filling me completely. I cry out, my arms giving out so my chest presses to the mattress.He doesn't give me time to adjust, just starts fucking me with deep, punishing strokes that have me seeing stars.
"This is what you needed," he growls, one hand sliding up my spine to grip the back of my neck. "Not rest. Not comfort. You needed me to fuck you until you remember that nothing else matters except this."
"Please," I gasp, not even sure what I'm begging for.
"Please what?" His other hand slides around to find my clit, circling it roughly. "Tell me what you need."
"Harder. Please, fuck me harder."
He gives me what I ask for, his pace becoming brutal, perfect. The sound of skin against skin fills the apartment, mixing with my cries and his growled curses. I'm close, so close, my pussy clenching around him.
"You don't come until I say," he commands, his fingers still working my clit. "You come when I tell you to, because your pleasure belongs to me too."
The dominance in his voice nearly pushes me over despite his command. I bite the sheet, trying to hold back, my whole body trembling with the effort.
"Good girl," he praises, and somehow that's worse than the commands. "Taking it so well. So perfect for me."
His thrusts become erratic, his control finally breaking. "Now," he growls. "Come for me now."
I shatter instantly, my orgasm ripping through me with such intensity I scream his name. He follows immediately, pumping into me as he comes, his grip on my neck tightening as he marks me from the inside.
We collapse together, him still inside me, both breathing hard. After a moment, he pulls out carefully, turns me to face him. His thumb traces my cheek with surprising gentleness.
"Next week, everything changes." His voice carries weight, warning. "After Tuesday, no one will question that you belong here. That you belong to me."
I search his face, seeing the darkness there, the danger he's planning. "What happens next Tuesday?"
His smile is all edges. "I stop waiting. Nine years of waiting ends." His hand slides to my throat again, gentle but possessive. "And when it's done, when I come back covered in blood that isn't mine, you'll still be here. In my bed. Waiting for me."
The promise and threat in his words send a shiver through me. I pull him down for another kiss, tasting myself on his lips.
"I'll be here," I whisper against his mouth. "Always."
His cock twitches against my thigh, already hardening again. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet. Not even close."
20 - Gunner
Through the doorway we opened yesterday in the kitchen wall, Daphne tests paint swatches on bare drywall. The adjoining chamber that used to store spare security equipment is becoming part of our apartment. She’s been at it for an hour. Three small squares of color. Soft white. Warm cream. Pale gray-green. Fresh paint scent drifts through.
"The cream's too yellow," she calls without looking back. "Makes the room feel smaller."
"Gray-green then."
