Page 46 of Heartless Heathens

“Because if you make me hard, then you’re going to have to make it go away too. Understand?” he gritted out, but I didn’t.

“No.” I shook my head.

I heard an exasperated breath behind me.

He pulled my hip back with a jerk until I felt a steel-hard length against my backside, practically poking me in between my buttcheeks. “It means I spent the last thirty minutes willing my morning wood away, and now it needs somewhere to go. Unless you’re prepared to eat my cock for breakfast, settle down, Pet,” he said and I stilled myself in shock while I tried to picture just exactly how that would work.

“Are you a bad girl Romina? Are you imagining what that would be like?” he asked, pulling on my chin with his fingers to turn my head back to look at me.

“Yes,” I answered, giving him exactly what he wanted, unsure if it was out of fear or the fact I enjoyed it every time he praised me for doing what he liked.

It satisfied a piece of me I didn’t know existed, a piece that needed someone’s approval. Someone to say I was doing enough.

He pushed up to his knees, keeping his right hand on my chin as he moved my head from side to side while he examined me from above. His eyes stayed narrowed, like he wasn’t sure what he was looking down at and he needed a closer look.

I didn’t follow the path his free hand took, I didn’t need to. I felt the heat of anticipation begin to pour out from within me and before his touch found me, I was lifting my hips up in demand for contact. His lip curled up with a sinister satisfaction. His face was so beautiful it didn’t matter how damned he might have been, that sharp stare could pierce right through me and turn me into a liquid pile of goo within seconds.

I just hadn’t sorted out what that feeling meant yet.

“It still hurts,” I whined and his hand lowered from my chin to my throat.

“Let me show you that pain and pleasure can coexist,” he murmured into my ear.

I nodded and his fingers were there, plunging deep inside of me again. “Can you feel how wet you are?” he asked me, pulling out to rub his fingers together and playing with the liquid arousal that seeped from me.

His fingers dove inside me again, this time stretching my walls, that dull soreness reminding me of the shower and causing me to clamp my thighs together instinctively. He tightened his grip on my throat, panic began to flutter in my chest, pulling me back to that moment in Corvin’s room just a few nights ago.

I brought my hands up to his forearm, my eyes wide and my heart racing at the memory of his friend with his hand around my neck. I couldn’t breathe but it wasn’t Sonny’s hand around my throat keeping me from air. He continued to rub his fingers in and out of me, slowly but with so much precision that my mind couldn’t focus on the lingering fear with all that pleasure blinding my thoughts.

The bursts of colored light shot through my eyes and it was Sonny’s voice demanding, “Open your eyes” that brought me back, Letting me know I might have gone somewhere else for a bit.

I panted heavily, a bead of sweat ran down the side of my face and Sonny scowled.

“Is it this?” he asked, gripping tighter around my throat. I nodded and he plunged his fingers deeper inside me to show his discontent for my lack of words.

“Yes,” I moaned out an answer and he rubbed the side of my neck with his thumb gently, like a reward.

His other thumb easily found the slickened cluster of nerves between my legs, lightning striking inside of me with just his touch. He circled around it confidently, building a pressure inside of me that demanded to burst out. I bucked my hips with every thrust of his hand, whimpering and whining for release as it got closer and closer within my reach.

He squeezed again, this time cutting off my air so that I could only get small sips in at a time. I raked my nails along his biceps in a frantic movement again.

“I can’t breathe,” I rasped out.

His grip tightened.

“If I wanted you to breathe, I’d let you.”

Just as I felt myself slipping and my head getting lighter, thunder quaked inside of me in surges until I erupted. Sonny loosened his vice grip on my throat just as white dots filled my vision and I gasped for air. Tremors burst throughout my body in the most powerful wave of pleasure I’d ever felt in my life.

“No-No! Stop! No!” The words fell out of my mouth hysterically, though my hips lifted in response for more.

“Stop that,” he roared out. “Do you want this or not?” He thrusted again and I quaked with aftershocks of pleasure.

I nodded, covering my face with shame. His nostrils flared and his lip twitched.

“Then what’s the fucking problem?” He seethed over me, his face too close for comfort with how angry he seemed.

He pulled his fingers out of me and licked them clean in a rather obnoxious way.