Page 43 of I am Dressed in Sin (Death by Daybreak MC 2)
“Call me a hot piece of ass again,” I warn, but I’m arching up enough that my breasts tease the front of his chest, and he snarls in response.
“I knew as soon as I saw you that night that you had to be mine. Period. Nothing else was acceptable.” He pauses and glances to the side, clearly lost in memories of that fateful night. Did these men know what they were doing then? Committing to me in a way that was soul-deep, that was so much more than bodies and cunts and cocks. It was everything. “Then I figured out who you were …”
He trails off then, and I start to understand that this speech is as much for him as it is for me. He’s explaining why he needs to punish me. Why I deserve it. Why he’s in the right, and I am oh so wrong.
You’re going to pay for this later, I think, but for now, I want him to fuck me, so I let him talk.
“Too young,” Grainger murmurs, shaking his head and brushing some of that rust-red stubble against my chin. I rub against it, and he curses hot enough to make a sailor blush. “You’re still too young, although nobody would know it, considering that mouth you’ve got on you.”
I slap him and then grab a handful of his hair. Grainger returns the favor, snatching my hair in his fingers and wrapping it around his fist. We continue to stare at one another.
“Tell me I’m a helpless victim who doesn’t know what she’s doing. I survived the mafia, Cade. And I did it without your help. Without any of your help. I could’ve been married to the future Don of the Grey Wolfe Mafia.”
“Would’ve been the heir to a crumbling throne,” he mocks, but not like he’s unimpressed with me. More like he knows something about this long-trodden warpath that I don’t. What’s new? “Being your enemy was never an option for me, Gidget. Even if it means destroying the only real connection to this world that I have left.”
That’s it, all I’m going to get from him.
Thank fuck because I’m done talking.
Grainge kisses me, pulling my hair just hard enough to hurt, walking that tightrope yet again. Our mouths slide together, tongues dancing, but he’s still not touching me anywhere else. It’s hard to believe that my first time was with this man, this stupid, broken, bitchy asshole.
He jerks back suddenly, releasing my hair. I gasp at the break in contact, like two live wires being separated, destroying the electrical current passing through them.
Much to my surprise, he retreats between my legs, grabbing hold of my sweatpants and yanking them down my hips. My breath releases in a rush as my ass hits the leaf-strewn ground, and Grainge tears the fabric over my feet, panties included. He tosses the bundle of cloth aside and then puts his hands on my knees.
“I’ve fantasized about how you’d taste,” he breathes, his voice this vicious hiss that makes my lower stomach muscles tighten in anticipation. “Fucked my fist in the shower thinking about it God only knows how many times. I was worried that since you’re such a snarky brat, your cunt would drip poison. But this …” I throw my head back and close my eyes as he shoves my legs apart, his violent tongue sweeping over my folds and making me gasp. “It smells and tastes like honey.”
Grainger takes me with such vigor then, you’d think I was doing him a favor. He consumes me with his mouth, claiming me with a sharp tongue and a bruising grip on my hips. Cade isn’t shy as he dives in, savoring me, grazing my folds with his teeth with a voracity that’s startling.
“Jesus,” I curse, and he laughs at me. The sound is amplified by his position between my legs, his stubble grazing my inner thighs as he moves his tongue to my opening. He fucks me with hot, slow licks, pushing into me as I writhe against his face, fingers digging into the dirt beneath us.
“That’s right, Gidge. Pray for me. I’mma need it.”
We sin together in the shadows of the woods, my head thrown back in demonic bliss, my bare heels digging into the dirt. The term eating out seems to fit this scenario: I’m being consumed. Grainger possesses me with his mouth, and then he drags my soul out, kicking and screaming onto that sinful tongue of his.
My legs wrap his head tight, squeezing him between my thighs as he works me up to the edge of an orgasm and then, abruptly, jerks back. My legs hit the ground hard as he sits up, leaving me panting before him.
He watches me with a dark sort of expression, a frown twisted across that annoying mouth of his.
