Page 58 of The Devil's Revelation
TWENTY-EIGHT
TORQUE
Izzy is mine, and it’s time for me to prove it.
“I’m thinking that I walked up here and listened to my woman tell another man she loves him,” I snap at her. I’m pissed, and slightly embarrassed at myself. I don’t act this way. Ever. But I can’t stop the words from coming out of my mouth.
“Your woman?” she hisses, eyes narrowing to slits. “I’m not your anything, Torque. We’ve messed around once, and none of that included you sticking your dick in me. We’ve never dated, and I’m here because the damn mob is after me, not because I want to sleep with you. I don’t know what kind of woman you think I am, but I am not going to be another one on your long list.”
Her answer only inflames the need inside me to make her understand she isn’t going anywhere. She belongs here. With me. If I was doubting before, that phone call cleared it up quickly enough. I step forward until my front is brushing hers. Any other woman would be backing away from me, but not Izzy. She won’t back down to anyone, that’s clear. It only makes me want her more.
“You’re the kind of woman I want spread out in my bed and screaming my name until the entire clubhouse hears you,” I rumble down at her, my arm hooking around her waist and hauling her against me. She struggles for a moment but stops when I lean down to press my mouth to her neck, making her gasp in surprise. “Because make no mistake about it, Izzy, I’m going to have you.”
Her head turns and her eyes connect with mine. I can see the arousal in them, along with her stubbornness to not let it override her senses. “Chemistry doesn’t mean you can go around acting like a caveman,” she tells me huskily.
I give a small nod. “I don’t normally, but when it comes to you, I seem to be unable to control myself.”
She rolls her eyes. “You basically told Zeb you slept with me and you’ll do a better job of taking care of me than he ever will.”
I wince. Yeah, definitely not one of my better moments. “If I call and apologize will that help you be a little less pissed at me?”
Her eyes flash in amusement. “Sure,” she says. Almost a little too easily, and a quick flash of uncertainty quivers in my gut. “But we need to figure out what the hell we’re going to do about the mob first before we have a fling, Torque.”
“The club is handling it, and you’re going to be protected at all times,” I promise her. “As for you and me, we are not a fling, Izzy. You and I, there’s going to be nothing quick about what I’m going to do to you when I finally have you in my bed. I want to hear the noises you make when you cum again,” I purr softly, moving my mouth close to her ear. “I want to feel your body squeeze tight around me just before you fall over the edge, and what it sounds like when you scream my name. Then, when we’ve had just enough time to catch our breath, I’m going to start all over again and learn all the secrets your body is hiding. I want to make you purr like a well oiled engine.”
“You’re comparing me to a car?” she rasps, but there’s amusement in her voice.
“What, you want me to tell you some bullshit about how I’ll make you weak in the knees with some pretty words?” I chuckle. “We both know that won’t mean shit. The only thing you’re going to care about is how hard I’m going to make you come, and how you won’t be able to walk right the next day, let alone think about anything else.”
“You’re making a lot of promises,” she murmurs.
I give a low chuckle. “Then how about I stop talking and show you?” Before she can reply, my mouth is on hers.
It’s an explosion of heat and built up tension. Our hands are everywhere, our bodies pressed tightly together, and our mouths tangling and tasting. This is nothing like the other night at the bar. I swing us around, moving her back to the bed and the two of us land on it with a bounce, our mouths momentarily falling away from each other; but not for long.
I’m on her again, my tongue tangling with hers, making her moan. It spurs me on, and I quickly pull away, reaching down to yank up her shirt, exposing her breasts in a simple white cotton bra. I yank it down, exposing her breast and pebbled nipple to my hungry gaze, and then I lower my mouth, latching on and sucking hard.
Izzy gasps, her back bowing and pushing her breast further into my mouth. “Torque,” she cries softly, hand coming up to cup the back of my head. She squirms when I stop the suction on her nipple and then lap at it with my tongue, making her shudder beneath me.
When I pull away, I look at the bra and reach up to grasp it hard in my hands. “I hope you don’t care what happens to this bra, because I want it off you.”
“It’s your mother’s,” she gasps out.
If that isn’t enough to cool a hard-on, I don’t know what is. I freeze and immediately let go of the now offending garment. “You have ten seconds to get naked,” I tell her tightly, “and those words better not come out of your mouth again.”
She looks at me in amusement, but thankfully doesn’t push it. She quickly rids herself of her clothes, and I’m once again distracted by the utter perfection that’s before me. All thoughts flee my mind as I take in her lean figure, the gentle swell of her hips, and now shaved pussy. Her body flushes a delicate pink at my perusal, and I move off the bed, quickly stripping myself out of my clothes.
I don’t want her to have any time to overthink this. My cock is so damn hard that I bite back a hiss at the scrape of my zipper as I pull it down. When I’m naked, I straighten and move back to the bed. Her eyes watch me, heat burning in the cool depths. I step between her thighs, spreading them with my hips as I lower myself over her, groaning at the feel of her wet heat as my cock brushes against it. “Fuck,” I hiss.
“Torque, please,” she whispers.
“No, I’m going to taste you before I have you,” I groan, fighting back the urge to shift and push inside her. To feel all that heat surrounding me. I lower my mouth back over her breast, the one that still hasn’t received any kind of attention and give it the same treatment as the other.
It’s torture.
Izzy’s body arches into mine, her clit rubbing against my shaft, and her legs tangling with mine. I thrust my hips in response, making her cry out in surprise and then moan in pleasure when she lifts her hips to rub against me again. It’s a version of exquisite torture I’ve never felt. Soon, I’m rocking against her, working her up and listening to the little gasping cries that come out of her throat as I lift my head from her breast and take in the sight of her.
Her head is thrown back slightly on the bed, neck arched, and her lower body undulating against mine. Her blonde hair is spread out around her, and then her eyes slowly open and connect with mine. I have never seen anything hotter in my life. My entire body heats and I have to force myself to pull away when I see the telltale flush rising on her face, letting me know just how close she is to that edge.
