Page 173 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

I hesitate, studying his face. There’s pain there, yes—but also a desperation that matches the ache that’s been building in my own chest. After everything we’ve been through, maybe we both need this connection.

Slowly, carefully, I help him out of his pants, doing my very best to avoid causing him more pain. Then I stand and strip off my own clothes, faster this time, impatient now that I can see every part of his muscular body and every inch of his hard cock.

His eyes rake over me with raw hunger. “Come here.” He reaches for me again. “Let me feel you.”

I close my hand around his cock, teasing him gently and enjoying the way his eyes roll back slightly with every slow stroke. Then I sink down inch by inch, taking my time even though I want nothing more than to ride him so hard I forget about everything else going on outside these four walls.

My deliberately slow speed has to be torture for him too, so I’m not surprised when he tries to take control, gripping my hips and thrusting up into me at the same time.

“No.” I try to match my expression to my stern tone even though I’m dying to take all of him deep inside me. “We take it slow or I walk out that door.”

The warning is enough to make his hands immediately fall away, but I can still see every bit of the hunger in his eyes.

“Now don’t move,” I instruct, placing my hands on his chest, partly to brace myself and partly just to feel his warm skin. “I’ll do everything. But I want to hear you talk me through it.”

He tries to be good, he really does. But with every rock of my hips, every brush of my body against his, I can see his self-control fraying a little more.

“Goddamn…” His hands clench and release, like he’s fighting the urge to grab me and take over. Good fucking luck with that. “Fuck, you feel so good. I need to move faster.”

I lean down, placing my hands on either side of him, and give him a slow, lingering kiss.

“You’re killing me, vicious,” he groans. “Are you always this tight, or is it just because of how much you want this?”

My cheeks flush, but his words only make me wetter. “You know the answer to that.”

“Remind me.” There’s a challenge in his voice that I’m all too happy to meet. His eyes are locked on mine as he waits for my response. I lean down and tease him with a slow roll of my hips.

“It’s you,” I confess. “Always you.”

He groans again, but it’s laced with pleasure this time. “Fuck. I love hearing you say that.”

I can’t deny it. Not when his thick cock is stretching me. Not when his pleasure is written all over his face. “Yes,” I exhale, loving the way his jaw clenches as I finally give him what he wants. “Yours.”

“Goddamn right.” He grits his teeth as his hands clench into fists. “Your tight little pussy gripping me like that… fuck, vicious. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

My body responds to his dirty talk, my nipples hardening as my core clenches around him.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Show me,” he demands. “Play with those hard little nipples. Show me how much you fucking love this.”

I moan softly, my fingers finding my nipples as I squeeze and tug, rolling and pinching gently. I can’t keep my hips still, and he groans in approval, his eyes falling half-shut as he watches me.

“That’s it… fuck, you look so fucking stunning.” He’s panting now, his body straining with effort to stay still, to let me do this at my own pace. “Keep showing off for me. Let me see more. Touch your clit. Make that pussy even wetter for me.”

Right on command, I slide my fingers down my body finding my clit and giving it a slow, teasing rub as I grind against the head of his cock. He’s barely seated in me now, just the tip—just enough for me to massage with each clench and release of my core.

“Ah, fuck.” His eyes drift shut, and he bites his lip as if trying to hold something back. “Feels so damn good. Keep it right there. Just… just like that.”

I might have started out trying to tease him, but I’m the one being tortured right now. My head falls back, and I moan softly as pleasure starts building inside me.

“That’s it, vicious,” he breathes. “Take what you need. Get ready to come all over this cock.”

He raises his hips, thrusting just a little and sending sparks of pleasure right through me, and I feel myself falling apart, piece by piece. I lean down, bracing my hands on his chest, and rock my hips hard, chasing the pleasure that’s right there—so close.

“Yeah, that’s it.” His hands find my hips, guiding me, encouraging me. “Come on. Let me hear you. I want to hear you fall apart for me.”

I’m doing my best to keep my orgasm quiet, but it tears through me so quickly that I can’t hold it back. My core clenches rhythmically around the head of his cock and I ride out the waves of pleasure as they wash over me.

His hips buck beneath me, and his fingers dig into my hips as his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck, I can feel you…” He trails off with a groan, opening his eyes to stare up at me. “Can feel you coming. I’m not gonna last much longer.”

I don’t want to stop, but my body feels like jelly, and I want to make sure his orgasm is just as earth-shattering as mine was. So I slide off him gently, mindful of his stitches and bandages.

Kneeling between his legs, I lick my lips and take the tip of his cock into my mouth, teasing him with slow, sloppy licks before sliding down to take him deep.

He arches off the bed with a strangled groan and threads his fingers through my hair as I suck him hard. His taste and scent fill my senses, and his low, desperate moans are all the encouragement I need to take him deeper, faster, harder.

It doesn’t take long for his grip on my hair to tighten, and his hips buck hard against me as he comes with a muffled shout, filling my mouth with his release.

He groans and then sighs, his whole body relaxing at once as I swallow with my mouth still wrapped around him. I drag my tongue along his length one last time before lifting my head and offering an exhausted, completely satisfied smile.

I crawl up his body and press my lips to his in a gentle, lingering kiss.

“I’m glad you’re back,” I whisper against his lips.

The words feel inadequate, too simple to capture the chaos of emotions swirling inside me.

How can I explain the way my world turned upside down when he was taken?

How close I came to breaking when I thought I might lose him?

The depth of what I feel terrifies me, so I leave it at that, hoping he understands everything I’m not saying.

His hand comes up to cup my cheek. “Right where I belong.”

And yeah, I’m pretty sure he understands.

I shift to settle beside him, and he immediately wraps his arm around me, pulling me close against his side. He’s warm and relaxed, and I can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath. Within minutes, his breathing evens out as he drifts off to sleep.

I stay awake longer with my head resting on his chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat under my ear grounds me in this moment, in the reality that he’s here, he’s alive, he’s safe.

It’s enough for me to finally relax along with him—really relax for the first time in too fucking long.

My eyelids finally get too heavy to keep open, and I fall asleep curled up against him.

Right where I belong too.