Page 2 of Vengeful Pawn (Adair Legacy #6)
MiaBella
T he devil lives in his eyes. I can see pain lurking behind the darkness in the pupils, the way his heart hammers against his chest. The rapid pulse in his neck.
There are ticks in the way he waits for my answer.
I should call my brother and tell him that some creep he leant his condo to is trying to hook up with me.
So why don’t I, is the question.
Cause you like it, that pesky inner voice challenges.
She’s right, I do. I love that he doesn’t filter his words for my sake. If I had to guess, he has no idea who I am, but he certainly knows Castle. My brother is the president of an MC club in the city of Mobile, and he wouldn’t let this man stay here unless he trusted him on some level.
“Hendrix.” I repeat his name, and he lets out a guttural groan.
“Add a little whine to that, and you’ll have me by the fuckin’ balls, princess.”
I try not to bristle at the nickname. He can’t know how much I hate it when the brothers of Castle’s club call me that.
I take a step towards him slowly at first, until I can reach out and touch him. I run my finger up his tattooed arm, and the corded muscles ripple from my touch. Meeting his stare, I whisper, “Hendrix,” on a throaty sigh, and he snaps.
Wrapping a hand around the side of my neck, he drags me into his body, and his lips brush softly against mine at first, testing me, making sure I’m in. I am. I am so all the way in on this. I’ve never reacted to a man this way before, and I doubt I ever will again.
My body is on fire when he intensifies the kiss and threads the fingers of his other hand through my hair, tilting my head so he can get deeper still. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, licking, tasting, swallowing every whimper and moan that steals through my body without permission.
“God, you taste so fucking good. Like freshly picked cherries on a bright summer morning.”
He grunts like a hungry wolf as he attacks my neck, biting hard enough to mark me before sucking until there’ll be bruises for days. I should be appalled, but I want more. All over my body, in places people won’t see but will remind me he’s been there.
“Hendrix,” I gasp when the door slams, and my back hits it with a heavy thud. “That feels incredible.” His muscular thigh settles between my legs, rubbing back and forth against my sex. Bumping into my clit with each rocking motion.
His hands move along my body, gripping my clothes and tearing them off until I’m in nothing, while he’s still fully clothed. I’ve never been ashamed of my body. I put in a lot of effort to stay fit and lean, and the way he steps back and his eyes devour me from top to bottom is worshipful.
“You are a drink of water in the middle of the desert.” He adjusts his growing erection behind his pants. Intimidated by his largeness, I swallow around a tight throat as he steps back into my space.
“Where’s your bedroom?” His eyes are so glazed over. Is there even a man inside his body still?
“Down the hall.” I point in the direction behind him. “Second door on the left.”
Dropping a shoulder, he hauls me over his back and storms towards my room. A second later, I’m tossed onto the bed, and he begins removing his clothes. Scars, so many scars cover his chest and arms. They spark a million questions, but I get the feeling this is a one-night stand for both of us.
Clothes gone, he kneels on the bed and settles his face between my thighs, not hesitating for a second before diving in, wrapping his lips around my clit, and sucking until he extracts an orgasm from my body.
Crying out in pleasure, I sink my fingers into his dark hair and pull until he gives me some relief.
“Delicious…little…cherry…pie.” He kisses between words.
Whimpering as he grips the backs of my thighs and pushes them up to my chest, exposing every vulnerable part of me, I close my eyes and wait for what comes next.
When I feel the flick of his tongue against my tight rosebud, I’m grateful I went for a Brazilian waxing yesterday.
The type of pleasure his tongue provides is unlike anything I’ve felt before.
It’s dark and erotic. Forbidden and filled with this craving for something more.
“Oh god,” I gasp wildly when he applies more pressure. “Hendrix?”
“Sshhh, princess, I’ll take care of you.” And somehow his dirty promise just adds to the appeal of exploring this darker side of sex. I’m no virgin, but I’ve never had this type of experience before.
“More,” I plead.
His eyes shine in the moonlight with vows of wicked delight, and as much as I want to ask, I keep quiet and moan from my belly when his tongue pushes against me.
He grunts and growls as he slips two fingers inside my pussy, pumping mercilessly while massaging all the sensitive spots inside my channel.
“Need to get this greedy pussy ready for my big dick.” He spits on my back hole before dragging his tongue up and down until my body becomes overstimulated and arches for more.
“It’s too much.” Tingles overwhelm me from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. My nipples ache, and my pussy throbs around his fingers while blood pumps furiously through my veins.
After kissing my pussy a few times, he begins working his way up my body, keeping my legs firmly pressed to my chest as he settles between them. His hot cock nudges tightly to me as he sucks on one nipple then the other before licking up to my throat and nibbling on my ear.
“You on the pill?” Being so drunk on lust, I barely comprehend his question. I nod and moan a second before he slams inside me. “Fucking tight,” he grunts through clenched teeth.
“Too big,” I hiss, gripping the sheets in greedy fists. “Too much.” My whiny tone makes him chuckle.
“No, just fucking perfect, princess.”
Our mouths meet as he begins to fuck me, slowly at first, allowing me to adjust to his size. Once my body relaxes marginally, he starts throwing power into each thrust that makes me see stars and feel nothing but delight.
Eventually, one orgasm rolls into two, and so on to the point that his skin touching me is painful, and yet, he doesn’t stop. Not until he’s completely satisfied, and I’m so worn out, I crash before he pulls free of my body.