Page 20 of Vengeance (Ruthless MC 4)
But she does let us know, “This is creepy. So creepy.” Her voice is faint. Only two steps up from a whisper.
I turn her forward in my lap and allow myself the pleasure of wrapping my arms around her from behind before I give her two words. “We know.”
She lets out an audible breath. “Tell me you don’t feed me too.”
It’s both a request and a plea.
I remain quiet.
And she says, “Des-E?” like maybe she thinks I didn’t hear her.
“You told him not to tell you, so he’s not,” Vampire explains on my behalf. “The rules are the rules. But he doesn’t want to upset you.”
She stiffens inside my arms. “Well, I am upset. That’s not how I work. I don’t let—I don’t like people taking care of me.”
“We’re deeply aware of that,” Vampire answers. A smile ghosts across his lips. “But we’re asking you to try.”
“Try for how long?” she demands. Her voice is strong, but her heart’s beating like a rabbit underneath my thick arm.
Vampire and me exchange another look. She hasn’t tried to run. She’s still sitting here in my lap. That’s more progress than we expected to make on the first day. But telling her the full range of our plans would probably be a bridge too far.
“When are you expected back for your residency at Nashville Baptist?” Vampire asks, even though we already know.
“January third,” she answers, shifting warily in my lap.
And I know this is about making her understand, but my cock kicks. All it wants is inside her.
“At least until then,” Vampire says. “And we’ll need you to follow the rules while you’re here with us.”
“What if I don’t follow the rules?” she asks. “If I don’t let you bathe me and feed me like I’m a baby? What happens then?”
This time there’s no silence. No thinking on any of our parts.
“Then we punish you,” Vampire answers immediately. For all of us.
“Punish me how?”
Her body trembles inside my arms. And I understand why Vampire’s doing this. But I hate that we’re scaring her.
It’s time for more words from me.
“We won’t hurt you,” I promise her. “We’re never going to hurt you.”
I hold her trembling body tight and nuzzle my face into her neck. “Sshh, don’t be afraid. Please don’t be afraid of us. We won’t hurt you. I promise.”
My lips find hers for the first time, and it’s even better than I dreamed about. An explosion of fire that only takes one stroke of my mouth over hers.
I want to be gentle. I promised myself I’d be gentle the first time. But then she moans into my mouth…submits like a good girl because somewhere deep inside she already knows she’s ours.
Hijueputa, there’s no more holding myself back. I paw at her pussy…our pussy now….Don’t want to hurt her. Have to make sure she’s ready….
Holy mother…she’s already wet. I slip two fingers in easily. Begin to pump and stroke. And it looks like her response time last night wasn’t an adrenaline one-off. She moans, her breaths coming faster and faster as we continue to kiss.
And my cock is straining so hard under her writhing bottom, it feels like it might fall off. But I want to learn her. I shove my knees up between her legs, opening her wider, exposing her to more of my hand as I experiment on her sweet body.
I study what makes her whimper and what makes her cry out. What makes her arch her back, and what makes her twist in my lap and fall out of the kiss. Until I’m playing her like an instrument, strumming her hot pussy and plucking at her budded nipple and holding her against my torso so I don’t lose her lips as I stroke her just right.
She’s close, and I’m enjoying her response to my fingers so much, maybe I would have let her fly.
But then she breaks the kiss to protest, “In front of them? At the breakfast table?”
My eyes meet Vampire’s, who’s holding almost preternaturally still. And though I can’t see Hyena, cooking at the kitchen’s island stove, I know we have his full attention. The rumors about us being able to read minds aren’t true. But in that moment, I can hear both their thoughts clearly.
Teach her….
She must learn how to be with us.
“Always in front of them. We don’t do this in private,” I let her know, withdrawing both my hands. “That’s the rule.”
She makes a forlorn sound, like I’ve abandoned her.
This girl…I’m glad I’m wearing sweatpants because I can’t pull out my wood and get on the condom fast enough.
And I relish the way she moans when I refill her hot cunt with my pulsing cock, even as I let loose with a groan of my own.
This is why. This is why I obsessed over her, even after Vampire told me to leave her alone. Her mouth was amazing, but her soaking-wet pussy…our pussy…gripping and flexing around my sex.
