Page 23 of Killer Confections (Syndicate Killers #1)

That green monster rages, clawing at the forefront as I stand from the bed. She pushes back against the headboard, her eyes widening when she takes in my full height.

I’m gonna make her forget all about him.

She should only think of me.

I reach out, snatching her hair as I wrap it around my fist. Her hands fly to my wrist as she tries to pry free of me.

“Punishment isn’t over,” I bite, forcing her from the bed.

“I’ll scream!” She protests, her feet hitting the floor as she bares her teeth.

I pull her close, smirking. “Can’t scream with a cock stuffed between those lips.”

She gasps before I force her down, and she drops to her knees before me .

I unbuckle my belt, half-lidded eyes watching her as I pull myself out. When my length springs free, she attempts to pull away, her eyes widening at the size and the black apadravya piercing jutting from both sides of my head.

“Stop!” She fights, her hands weakly pulling on my hold.

I grab her cheeks with my free hand, forcing her to look at me. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth until you taste me on your tongue, baby. Mention that fuck head one more time and I’ll take your ass next.”

Her mouth slams shut.

“Good,” I rasp, straightening as I grab the base of my member.

I give myself a languid stroke, and my girl’s eyes dilate as she watches me touch myself.

“You’re gonna use both fuckin’ hands and I want to hear how excited you are to take my cock.

” She peers up at me, that defiant look returning before I grip her hair tighter and her lips pull back in a hiss.

I grip the base, popping her cheek with the pierced head. “Open wide, baby.”

She complies, opening her mouth hesitantly as I slide the tip past her lips. I still inside of her, my head rolling back as her warm, wet mouth surrounds me.

Fuck, she looks so good like this.

Angry eyes peer up at me, her mouth looking full and lips pulled taught over me.

I’ve waited too long for this only to blow within a few seconds, but Jesus fucking Christ.

“Both hands,” I rasp harshly, tugging on her hair just enough to elicit pain.

Her hands fly to the base, wrapping around me as she gives it a squeeze. She’s a little rougher than she should be, but that’s warranted. She’s trying to gain back some control over the situation and I don’t blame her. But this is my reward for being so patient with her.

“Get it nice and wet, baby. Let me hear how badly you want it.” I push her head forward, burying a little more inside of her mouth.

She rumbles, the vibration shooting to my sack as she bobs her head, wetting the underside with her tongue.

Her motions are testing, seeing just how much of me she can take.

I let her experiment with the length and girth, knowing she needs to feel it out first. Her tongue moves around the piercing, toying with the metal, and I groan. “You like that? I got it for you.”

Her eyes shift to me, brows furrowing.

“I’ve wanted you for a long time,” I say gently, keeping my need from seeping into my tone. I brush my free thumb across her cheek, collecting her mascara streaked tears in a sickly sweet gesture.

Her eyes become unfocused and I see those gears turning in her head. She’s so close to figuring out who I am. Hell, she may even know, but is keeping it to herself for now.

But I’m not quite ready for our game to end yet.

My hand tightens, pulling on her silky hair as I push her down on me and give her soaked cheek a quick tap. She gags, saliva dripping down her chin as her body tenses from the invasion.

“Rub it all over and use those hands,” I encourage, popping her free of me.

She sucks in a deep breath before moving her hands to the end and begins to work her drool down my shaft. She spreads it along my length, a slippery mess in her hand’s wake.

“Good girl,” I praise before positioning myself at her lips again.

“Fuck you—” I rock forward, cutting her off as I shove myself down her throat.

She gags, sputtering around me as fresh tears dot her lashes.

She isn’t even taking half of me, but fuck, the sight is pretty—those hazed, challenging eyes cutting me as she uses both hands, twisting her palms and covering what her mouth can’t reach.

She sucks me in deep, hollowing out her cheeks as she takes me. I keep my hold on her hair, letting her work, but keeping the control if she lets up.

“That’s right, baby,” I rumble. “Who’s cock is in your mouth?”

She pulls back, giving me a cocky look. “I don’t know because you won’t tell me.”

I yank her head back to my groin, shoving myself past her brazen lips. She chokes, her throat tightening around me as her hands falter in their rhythm. “Wrong fucking answer.” I thrust deep, “One more chance. Who’s cock is in your mouth?”

She pulls against me, popping free as her chest heaves with her deep, desperate breaths. “Yours,” she whimpers, saliva dripping from her lips.

“Good girl,” I groan. “Let me hear it, Loxley. If I don’t hear it, I’m fucking that tight ass next.”

She shivers before doubling down and increasing speed. Her hands and mouth work together, slick, lewd sounds spilling from her overtly stuffed lips as she drives me closer and closer to my release.

My spine begins to tingle and I feel my limbs giving in to the euphoria as my fist slackens on her hair. She doesn’t lose enthusiasm as she gets more freedom, only sucking me deeper into her warmth in response.

When my orgasm crests, I pull her to me, shoving as deeply as I can before a long groan leaves me and I cum down her throat.

She makes a surprised sound, sending the vibration straight to my sack.

“Fucking perfect,” I praise, slapping her cheek lightly. “Swallow it all, baby. Let me see you.”

I let her pull away, watching as she swallows every last drop and sinks to the floor with a ragged breath.

I tuck myself away before reaching for her. She startles, wide eyes staring back at me as I hoist her up into a bridal carry. Her arms circle my neck on instinct and I can’t even express the pure delight that races through me at having her so close.

I press a clothed kiss on her sweaty forehead before lowering her to the bed. She observes me hesitantly, shying away when I scoot in next to her.

She doesn’t get too far when my arm circles around her waist, dragging her back and settling her ass right against my dick.

She hisses at the contact, her fresh bruises sensitive and no doubt bothering her.

Her back is flush with my chest, and I rub a soothing hand down her hips, massaging the swell of them.

“Do you need anything?” I ask, my voice sounding rough.

Her body finally relaxes, and she melts into me as a moan leaves her. “What the fuck…”

I chuckle, “Gonna have to be more specific than that.”

“This whole situation is,” she lifts a weak arm, waving a hand back and forth, “strange. I shouldn’t be cuddled up in bed with my stalker who just…” Her voice trails as she takes a deep breath and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Who just defiled you and made you cum all over your own bed?” I ask cockily, trailing my nose down her neck.

She shivers, her shoulder rising before it sinks back down, and she gives up trying to fight me off.

I know she’s tired. The power drained from her limbs.

“Who just showed you heaven and then made you choke—”

A hand reaches back, covering my mouth. “Stop talking,” she mumbles, sounding sleepy.

I grab her wrist, kissing her palm before tucking it back around her. “Have you eaten?”

“Hmm?”

I press a kiss to her temple, moving her hair behind her ear. “Get some sleep. I’ll make something for you.”

“Get out of my house,” she mumbles.

I laugh, “Not a chance, baby.”

“I’m calling the police…”

“Do you remember what happened the last time you called them?” I ask, my amusement evident.

She groans before turning towards me. Her eyes size up my face before she lifts a hand, curling her fingers under the neckline of my mask.

I should stop her.

But for some reason, I can’t bring myself to do it. I watch her as she lifts the end, stopping when she gets to the middle of my now-exposed neck. Her eyes saucer, growing to twice their size as she takes in the pink ink near the base.

“What the fuck,” she breathes in disbelief as her gaze flickers over the curling, delicate scrawl inked into my skin. She releases the mask as if it’s burned her, scooting away from me. “You have my name tattooed on you! Why?”

I shrug, “I’ve waited a long time for you.”

Her eyes bounce between my face and neck, like she’s unable to process the tattoo I’ve had since I was eighteen.

I originally wanted it above my eyebrow, but Rowan talked me out of it.

He knew dad was going to beat me senseless for getting someone’s name tattooed on me, but he was more worried about my cover being blown during missions.

For the sake of my job, I settled on my neck.

But it was the first one I got, and I’ve always been proud of it.

The artist did a great job capturing Short Stack’s personality in the gentle curvature of the letters, and the pink ink was my personal touch.

Loxley lowers herself to the bed, tucking an arm under the pillow as she pulls the covers up to her neck. “I can’t… this is too much.”

I turn my head. “Going to sleep won’t make it go away.”

She shoots me a scowl. “No, but it may make you go away.”

I throw my head back, letting out a loud, obnoxious laugh. “Nothing is making me go away, baby. I’ll make you something to eat when you wake up.”

“Get out of my house,” she closes her eyes, snuggling into the blankets. “And take those damn cameras with you. Stop stalking me while you’re at it.”

I lean over, kissing her cheek. “Nope.”

She swats a hand at me, but misses. She doesn’t argue as I stand from the bed and lumber to her kitchen.