Page 27 of Tortured Souls
“I will, Sax. I promise.” She kisses my cheek, and she turns to Sky.
“Won’t you come hangout some more? The night’s still young!” I don’t even let Sky answer.
“We have somewhere to be. Next time, sis.” Sage gives her a hug and juts her bottom lip out, pretending to pout, and I wait for the rest of the girls to say their goodbyes.
Once we make it to the parking lot, I grab her hand in mine, hurrying her along.
“What’s the rush?” I don’t answer. I grab her face between my hands and slam my lips to hers once again, dying for another taste. She melts into my touch, her back pressing against the side of my McClaren as I grind into her. I need to feel her so fucking badly I contemplate taking her right here. I swallow her moan and press my cock against her abdomen one more time before I pull my lips from hers.
“Get in the car, tesoro. Right. Now.” I expect her to retort and say something sly, but she doesn’t. She slides into the passenger seat without a fuss.
Good fucking girl.
SKYLAR
Squeezing my thighs together, I can’t help but notice the unmistakable wetness that is rapidly saturating my thin panties. The slick mess grows as this man’s hand possessively holds onto my thigh as he drives towards Vice. Towards my little apartment where I’ve never taken a man before, except for the night he cleaned me up after the Damien mess. Suddenly, this feels too intimate. An invasion of my safe space. Too serious, as if I’m relinquishing my power, my control, my strength. As if sensing my internal rampage of doubt, Saxon draws me from my thoughts.
“Tell me what’s running through your beautiful head?” His hand still possessively holds my leg, his index finger making small circles against the fabric of my pants. Studying his profile, I can’t help admiring how insanely gorgeous this man is. His man bun, lying messily atop his head, his sharp jawline, and the way his eyebrows are constantly furrowed, creating a permanent scowl. I don’t know how to answer him, so I stay quiet.
“Answer me, Sky.” The deep timbre of his voice makes my core tighten with his demand. With nothing clever to say back to him, I answer honestly.
“I’ve never brought a man back to my apartment before. You know, after a date and all. It feels—” I don’t know how it feels, really. It just feels different.
“Feels what, tesoro?”
“New, I guess.” I sound stupid, like a little girl who can’t use her big girl voice against a big strong man, and I hate it. Pulling into the parking lot, he puts the car in park and shuts off the engine.
“It feels like you’re surrendering a part of yourself to someone you’re not entirely sure you can trust.” Dark eyes lock on mine, and I suck in a deep breath at how this man can read me so fucking well. Am I that transparent? I say nothing. I simply nod. Because he’s right. I’ve never fully trusted another person in all my life, except for Seven. Even if Saxon wasn’t the leader of the Kings’ Aces, I think I would still feel this way.
He gets out of the driver’s seat and makes his way over to my door. Panic floods my chest. Should I tell him to leave? That I can’t do this here, not now? Opening my door, he offers me his hand, and I take it, stepping out into the dark night. Standing face-to-face, large hands cup my face and pull me even closer to his massive chest.
“I’m going to act like that thought doesn’t piss me off. You and I both know you can trust me. I’ve proven that already. I’mnot someone you should fear, tesoro. I think we’ve moved past the whole your family hates my family aspect. Right? Now, I think you need to take me up to your apartment right now, so I can show you just how much you can trust me. I’m not going to hurt you, nor will I let anyone else hurt you. And I want to trust that you won’t try to hurt me as well.” We both go silent. The only sound is the deep thumping of the bass of the music inside. “So, what do you say, baby? Are you going to let me in?”
Before I can let any more of my doubts flood my mind, I grab his hand and pull him towards the club.
“That’s my girl,” I hear him groan out from behind me. My stomach unleashes a flurry of butterflies from his praise, and now I can’t move fast enough. I want to surrender; I want to give in to this temptation of this man. This dangerous man, but I’m his girl tonight, and I want to live my life my own way. And right now, I want him. Tomorrow will come, and so will the worry, but right now, I’m his and he is mine.
Fiddling with my keys as we ascend the stairwell to my apartment, I push through the door and pass through the threshold. A place that’s only been occupied by me for so long. His presence has me flustered, needy, desperate for something. Someone. Him.
“Well, this is—” Before I can finish my sentence, strong hands spin me around, gripping my waist and hoisting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his hips as a yelp escapes my throat.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful.” Saxon’s voice sounds so different, so thirsty and primal, as he enunciates each word. My skin feels like it’s melting from my bones. His touch is a live wire, sparking and sending electrical currents throughout every nerve ending in my body.
He carries me towards my bedroom and sets me down on shaky legs. He crowds my chest, taking a step towards me. Thenanother step. When he takes a step, so do I, our bodies so close I can feel his heat.
“You and I have been playing this game of push and pull for too long.” Another step.
“Too fucking long.”
Another step.
“I consider myself a patient man, tesoro, but even I can’t fight this urge any longer.” His boot kicks my bedroom door closed, his movements smooth and precise.
“I’m a man who knows what he wants, Sky, and right now, I want you. Not just a piece but the whole thing. So, now is the time to tell me to stop, because once I start, there’s no going back. There’s no stopping. Nothing will stop this beast inside of me that’s ripping me apart to get to you.” He stops advancing on me and takes one step back, diffusing the wildfire he started just moments ago.
“What’s it going to be, tesoro? You’re in control right now. Is this a yes or a no?” Dark, endless eyes are locked on my face, awaiting an answer. A vibration of lust rumbles beneath my skin. I want this, I do. He’s giving me control. Something no one has ever given me, unless I’ve taken it by force. This man, full of power, strength, and dominance, is handing me the power in this situation when it’s clear he’s about to explode. The amount of restraint he’s showing is everything to me. Something I didn’t realize I needed. I’m safe in this moment. This man knows my darkest memory. He knows the trauma, the bits of me that were stolen, and he’s giving me options. Something that makes me feel safe, makes me feel open and willing. I want this.
“Yes.”