Page 25 of Stone Cold Bad (Stone Brothers #1)

A crooked grin deepened the creases running along the side of his mouth.

He didn’t respond as he tossed the strips of cloth over his shoulder.

He stood up and walked over to the pile of Noddy’s things that were stacked in the room.

He reached in and pulled out a ladder back chair.

It was dusty and a little warped. He placed it close enough to the fire to catch the warmth.

His mouth twisted in thought as he seemed to be assessing the roping across the seat of the chair.

He walked over and grabbed a pillow from the mattress.

After setting the pillow on the chair, he motioned me over to him. Tentatively, I got up and tiptoed across the mattress and onto the floor where he stood like the world’s most beautifully carved man.

“Turn around,” he said sharply. I hesitated, and he raised a brow at me. He pushed my chin up and kissed my mouth. “You won’t deny me, darlin’, will you? Anything, remember?”

The commanding words made me sway on my feet.

He took hold of my arm and turned me around so that my back was to him.

He reached up with a strip of cloth and wrapped it around my eyes.

I sucked in a breath and touched the fabric.

He took my hand and pulled it away. I’d told him I trusted him, and in my heart, I knew I did.

Relax, I told myself. The tension slowly drained from my body. I couldn’t see anything but the slight flicker of light coming from the fireplace. This time, with a gentler touch, he turned me around and backed me up so that the chair was behind my legs. I sat down.

I heard his heavy footsteps and felt the heat trailing from his body as he walked behind the chair. He took hold of my hands and pulled them behind the back. The strip of fabric wrapped around them.

“Colt,” I said, and was shocked by the worry in my tone.

He came around the front of the chair and knelt in between my thighs. His palms took hold of my face.

“Colt,” I said again. I wasn’t sure if I was trembling from fear or excitement. It seemed to be a mixture of both.

“Shh, darlin’. You’re safe with me.” I startled at first as his mouth covered my breast. He teased and licked and kissed my nipples through the silky fabric.

At first, I pulled at the bindings wanting to be free to touch him, but then my captivity and my lack of sight started pushing me to another level of erotic emotion that I’d never felt before.

I was his to do with as he pleased, and I wanted it. I wanted all of it.

His words were true. I felt safe with him, safe enough to drift into a glorious haze of sexual desire the likes of which I’d never experienced before.

He was all power, menacing power, and he had complete control and I loved it.

I loved him. I wasn’t going to say no to him because I would do anything he asked.

He drew his hot mouth down the skin of my belly, then I heard him sit back. His strong hands pushed my thighs apart. He kissed my inner thigh in a long, sensual trail. My head dropped back against the chair. I was completely relaxed, lost in the feel of his mouth on my skin.

His warm breath blew against my pussy. My bottom fidgeted on the pillow as his fingers reached up and pushed aside the tiny piece of material separating his touch from the naked, wet folds. He spread me wide open and groaned as his mouth pressed hungrily against my pussy.

“Holy shit,” I sighed as his tongue dove inside of me and swirled around in the moisture pooling between my legs.

His fingers held me open as his tongue continued its erotic penetration.

Unable to move from the chair, I leaned back and absorbed it all.

I couldn’t see him or touch him, but I felt his presence with the intensity of a thunderstorm, frightening and thrilling, all in one moment of complete ecstasy.

He lifted my legs and dropped them over his strong shoulders to gain even more access to my pussy. I was already totally exposed and completely at his mercy.

With deliberate, skilled patience, Colt brought me to orgasm.

The tightening started in my pussy and traveled through my entire body.

“Yes, Colt!” It felt as if I would splinter into a million pieces to be swept away by the ocean breeze.

The pulsing waves seemed to last forever.

I whimpered with exhaustion at the end of it all.

Colt placed my feet on the ground and slid my bottom so that my pussy hung off the edge of the chair.

I had no idea what was happening, but my body quivered with anticipation.

He pushed his long hard cock inside of me.

I cried out again as my pussy clenched around him in one long orgasm.

The chair rocked beneath me as he thrust deep inside of me.

“I know you don’t want to be owned, baby,” his voice was hoarse, and it seemed he was close to coming. “But you are mine. You are mine, Jade.” A low grunt echoed through the room as he spilled his hot seed inside of me.

He collapsed down over my lap and reached around to my hands to untie them.

I lifted my hand and pushed down the blindfold.

He leaned over me with his head on my lap and his broad bare back beneath my hands.

I smoothed my fingers over the thin, long ridges of scars that crisscrossed his skin.

The sight of them produced a painful lump in my throat.

He flinched at first but then relaxed under my touch.

His head remained in my lap. His jeans had been pushed hastily down below his hips, and his rock hard ass was exposed.

Just like the rest of the man, it was pure perfection.

“Do they hurt?” I asked as I caressed the scars.

He shook his head without lifting it from my lap. “Only in my soul.”

I swallowed to relieve the tightness in my throat and chest.

Colt lay there hunched over me, completely silent and unmoving as I smoothed my hands and fingers over the scars, the ugly reminders of a brutal childhood. “I wish I could erase them with my fingertips. I wish I could erase all of it for you.”

“You are, baby.”