Page 36 of Painkiller (Sin Records #3)

A red palm print forms across her tit, then the other, making her cry out. “Yeah. I think you like both.” I slide my finger deeper into her cunt, curling it just a little to tease. “Your pussy does anyway,” I add as it pulses around me when I bite her reddened nipple.

More cries fill the air as I torment her with pleasure-filled pain and pain-filled pleasure, keeping her on the edge, but never allowing her to tumble over. The constant warring sensations have her body confused, not knowing how to react.

Incoherent pleas echo around me, making my balls tighten as she begs, but never quite sure what she’s begging for.

“Please stop.”

“Give me more.”

“I can’t come again.”

“Please, Jagger, let me come.”

It tumbles from her lips, slamming me in the chest because each one is beautiful as her head thrashes back and forth over my black sheets, and agonizing desire slides down her face like a river.

Leaning back on my heels, the feeling in my chest gets tighter as I admire her glowing pink skin, raw from my stubble and decorated by my mouth.

She’s a living piece of art, stunning, unique…priceless, spread on my bed, every inch of her marked by me, my name on her lips, and completely at my mercy.

Finally, I beckon her release to me, applying pressure to her g-spot and clit while sucking her raw nipple into my mouth, biting down while I slap the other. Shattered ecstasy dances around me as I continue to wave her climax forward, unrelenting until I get what I want.

Her back arches, commanded by the invisible string I control, pulling her spine upward until her hips leave the bed.

And I don’t stop.

Screams exit her mouth, loud enough to be heard over the entire floor. Kaleidoscope eyes roll back into her head. Her fingers twitch, buried in the sheets above her head.

And I continue.

My unceasing onslaught continues to summon her body to give me what I want as I press gently on her lower belly. With a scream that could shatter glass, she gives me what I want.

Leaning over her, I drop my mouth to hers. Her chest rises and falls rapidly in time with the thrum of her heart against my chest. My tongue tangles with hers, my fingers slowly exiting her dripping cunt, moving lower, spreading the wetness over her ass.

Soft whimpers fill my mouth as I easily slide into her tight hole. “You ever been fucked here, Halfpint?” Disappointment burns my chest when she nods.

Dammit, what’s wrong with me? Just because I’ve turned into some weird, psychotic fucking caveman doesn’t mean I can demand her to be inexperienced. It’s good she’s done it before. It means she knows what to expect.

“Good,” I mumble against her mouth as I slip another finger inside her. “How long has it been?”

“A lot longer than anything else,” she admits, shifting her hips to chase my fingers. “God, why do I still want more?”

The caveman is beating his chest like an idiot as I grin against her lips. “Because we’re good together.”

“Definitely have sexual chemistry.”

“It’s more than chemistry, baby. Haven’t you figured it out? It’s Kismet.”

That’s the only explanation I can come up with for any of it. For the constant random encounters. The feelings she’s awakened in me. The way she stops the past from tormenting me when nothing else has.

She gasps when I break the kiss and flip her to her belly. I grab her hips, pulling her up, then press between her shoulder blades until her cheek is pressed into the mattress. Her glistening lips tease me, but I don’t want to wrap up. Besides, I promised to fill all her holes tonight.

Wanting to be sure she’s ready, I spit on her puckered asshole and slide my fingers into her. My dick jumps at the sight of her swallowing me, begging me to hurry. I spit again into my free hand, stroking my heavy shaft, then repeat once more.

When I remove my fingers and press the head against her, she tenses, her fingers threading through the sheets once again. “Relax,” I order as I work myself into her tight ass with gritted teeth.

Back at the club, when I watched myself disappear inside her pussy, something feral unleashed in my belly.

It throbbed as violently as my dick, ached as badly as my balls as I saw how perfectly we fit together, as I watched where our bodies joined.

Desire erupted into something dark and possessive, and I punished her body for resisting me for so long.

Punished her for creating the craving in the first place.

The feeling emerges anew as I watch the crown of my cock vanish inside her ass, and even knowing I shouldn’t, I can’t stop myself from slamming all the way home.

She cries out. A slew of profanities directed at me escape her while she tries to lurch forward to get away.

I move with her, refusing to let her go, then hold her in place to lean over her back and place soft kisses across her shoulders, but refusing to apologize when I’m not sorry.

My tongue slides over her skin as I reach beneath us, finding the jewelry between her legs, and flicking it gently.

She moans, fluttering around me, making me twitch inside her.

“Fuck.”

She moves again, but this time against me. “Move.” Her resolute command makes my balls tighten.

“You move,” I choke out through blinding desire.

She does, and I’m captivated watching my dick stretch her wide. Each pivot of her hips sends a roaring wave of pleasure through my body, enjoying the way she looks when she thinks she’s in control, even if she’s not.

I’ll let her have her illusion because this is the closest I’ll ever allow in here.

She rocks back and forth, heady whimpers pulling from her chest with each slow, precise movement. My eyes shift from where we’re joined to the mirror over my dresser, where it offers me another view.

And I’m enthralled by the look of ecstasy on her face.

Captivated by the way her breasts sway, nipples brushing my sheets as she moves.

Her hands, still above her head, sneak their way down, moving between her legs.

She pauses for a breath, spreading her legs wider, allowing me to sink a little deeper as she massages herself to the rhythm of her movements.

But her slow and steady movements don’t push either of us to the edge.

I reach between us, tearing her hand away from her body despite her protest, and replace it with my own. I’m not gentle at all when I press the loop at the end of the barbell into her clit as I pull my hips back and slam into her.

“Oh God,” she breathes out.

The delicate metal dances beneath my fingers as my hips piston at a ruthless pace. I watch through the mirror as her beautiful face contorts and twists, elated gasps opening that seductive mouth wide.

I’m taking that next.

I grip her hip, noticing the way her flesh turns white beneath my grasp.

“Oh, God!” she calls out.

I pull out to the tip and drive inside her again. “Stop calling him.” And again. “He’s not coming to save you.”

“Oh. Oh! Jagger!”

My name on her lips as she explodes makes me erupt. My dick pulses inside her, squeezed to the edge of pain. My jaw clenches as I explode, heat pouring into her in thick, brutal waves.

When we’ve both come down from our high, I slowly pull out of her body. Gentleness I don’t think I’ve ever extended to anyone dictates my movements as I roll her to her back. Her expression is satisfied, blissful, and content.

I can’t help myself when I brush sweat-soaked strands of copper away from her face, then plant a soft kiss on her lips. “I’ll be right back.”

She nods with a hazy smile on her face.

I move to the bathroom, wasting no time as I clean myself off, then grab a washcloth, placing it under the warm tap so I can clean her too.

Another first.

When I reach her, she’s moved deeper into the bed, resting her head on a pillow as she softly snores. She doesn’t budge when I wipe the damp cloth between her legs, taking care to clean her well but with tenderness.

Before I climb in next to her, I grab a towel and place it where she soaked my sheets.

And as I curl myself next to her, not once do I consider waking her for more because all I really need is this. Her in my bed. By my side.

I don’t believe in fate. Timing like this should be a fucking joke.

But lying next to her, wanting more—craving everything—something clicks.

I’m falling.

Too hard.

Too fast.

And for someone like me?

Nothing could be more dangerous .