Page 36 of Wicked Ends (Hellions of Hade Harbor #4)

“You already know.” I canted my hips just right so that my cock slid over her pussy, on her clit. The feeling bordered on painful, but wasn’t that always the way with the sweetest things? A duet of pleasure and pain.

“You drugged me—twice! That’s crossing a line,” she breathed, her pupils growing wider as she writhed beneath me.

“And holding a gun on me isn’t? Stealing all that cash isn’t? You’re very selective with your moral condemnation, beautiful, but it doesn’t matter, not really. I’d do much, much worse to get the things I want.”

She brought her knees up to bracket my hips, and the chains clanked. Fuck, her surrender felt like saving the decisive goal right on the final buzzer. But… I was getting carried away and forgetting what I’d brought her here for. The silence of my brother’s house should have reminded me.

I increased my pace, bucking into her, and she panted, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer.

I covered her fully, grinding my hips into her and forcing my hard-on to rub wild, rough circles on her cunt.

She was so wet, and my cock was leaking all over her lace panties.

The room smelled like sex, like us, and I never wanted that scent to fade.

“Marcus!” she cried, getting the panicked, almost scared look she always seemed to get before she came.

“Hmm, baby, that’s right, I’m here. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.

” I kissed her deeply, stroking my tongue along hers, and bit her lip.

I raised one hand to her neck, and circled the strong column, and squeezed at the sides, enough to make her head spin.

She was panting, her face tormented, as she rushed toward her release.

“And neither are you,” I growled by her ear.

She froze and then shattered.

She cried out my name, a song I could listen to over and over, and thrashed in my arms. I rocked on her twitching pussy, drawing out the pleasure as long as I could before losing my own control.

I came hard, my cock tightly against her, only the thin barrier of material preventing me from sinking home, right where I was meant to be.

Hot cum shot over her panties, up her stomach and mine, but I couldn’t stop grinding.

I kissed her again, deep and long, savoring the taste of her, and the feel of her sigh on my lips.

Only when my cock got too sensitive to keep going did I roll to the side.

It swayed angrily, red and wet, desperate to go again, but this time, inside her.

But that wasn’t why she was here, and I couldn’t let her leave without giving me the goddamn bag, so I had to stick to the fucking plan, even if it killed me.

Our mixed pants filled the air. It felt right to have her here, in my bed, miles from town… and chained, no less. If I went out, or took a shower, or left the room at all, basically, it was way too comforting to know that she’d be right here… because she was literally attached to my bed.

She should stay here… forever. Hell, why not?

That was dark, even for me. I stared at the ceiling, intertwining my hand with Ari’s, and chuckled.

Ari gawped at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe I had, I wasn’t sure anymore.

“What?”

“I was thinking that an ankle chain really suits you, baby. You look like you were made to be chained to my bed.”

I kissed the back of her hand, and she stared at me, aghast.

“But don’t worry—this time, I’ll let you out, as soon as you tell me where the bag is. As much as I love to play with you, it’s time to be honest. No more excuses to pretend you don’t want me. That’s over.”

“Yeah, right. It feels like that bag is the only leverage I have to keep you from going absolutely nuts.”

I stood beside her and stretched. Her eyes slipped down my body to my spent cock, still half hard and pointing accusingly at her.

“Is that so? How’s that leverage working out for you so far?” I reached into my bedside drawer for a little something I used often for shoulder pain and thigh cramps.

I bent down and plugged in the massager then straightened up and showed her the device.

“Now, let’s get down to business, baby. When we first met, you thought that the female orgasm was a myth.” I gave her a grin. “I hope I’ve been able to demonstrate how wrong you were… but in case I haven’t… we’re going to play a game.”

Ari’s gaze was fixed on the personal massager. There was caution there, a hint of distrust, and also, fuck me, a flicker of curiosity. This woman might actually kill me.

“What game?”

“Chicken. First one to blink… loses. You ask me to stop, you lose—and you tell me where the bag is. I blink first, and I leave you alone, as you so desperately want… and you return the bag when you see I’m keeping my word.”

Her eyes darted to mine, confusion and surprise there.

I nodded. “I’m totally serious. I give you my word.”

She wet her lips, and I fought a groan. This wasn’t going to be easy.

“Fine. Let’s play.”

My lips curved in a grin. I switched the vibrator to a low setting. No point in rushing things, plus she’d just come, so she’d be sensitive.

“Good girl… see how fun it is when we play together?”

I lowered the massager to her breast, positioning the vibrating nubs on either side of her nipple. She made a noise, a mix of protest and pleasure. Pleasure chased over her face, and she attempted to hide how good it felt.

I slid it down her body and dipped it into the sticky mess I’d left on her panties.

“My cum should be the only lube you need.” I drew a circle on her stomach with the sticky end of the massager then touched it lightly between her legs.

She stiffened like a bow, the vibrations sinking through her.

“Now, I’ve never used this little gadget for something so fun before… so let me know how that feels,” I murmured, very much enjoying the sight of my girl getting off on the machine I usually used to ease thigh cramps.

She rose. Her tits jostled. She arched her back, and her hips shifted, searching for something more, something to be inside her, but there was nothing.

The first time she came, her whole body curled inward around the vibrator, and I had to coax her to relax.

Her hands clutched the bedsheets as I removed the vibrator, and she was panting hard.

“Was that good, baby?” I asked.

She swallowed and nodded, then looked alarmed; I’d touched her again with the vibrator.

“Wait, what?”

“It’s Chicken, remember, and this is the game… first one to blink loses… You want me to stop?”

I touched her sopping-wet cunt with the tip of the vibrator, and her mouth opened in a wide “O” of pleasure. She shook her head.

“So stubborn. Fine, have it your way.”

I pressed the vibrator to her clit, and she writhed underneath it, coming twice as fast as the last time.

Wetness hit the bed, more than before. I got the feeling that Arianna’s cunt was relatively unexplored territory, and I was the lucky man who was going to push her limits and help her discover what she was capable of.

She screamed when the vibrator touched her again, her body jerking and twisting away.

I gave her a little mercy, running the machine up her inner thigh instead, then returned to her cunt. Her panties were a mess at this point.

“I think this pair is done for.” I tugged them down her trembling legs.

Her pretty pink pussy was a sight to behold, drenched and so fucking juicy-looking, it was like a peach I wanted to devour. Instead, I gently eased the vibrator against her, and this time, the longest nub on the contraption nestled right at her entrance while the other hit her clit.

“Fuck,” she cried out, her face red and wet. She bent upward, hugging her knees to her chest, legs wide, and came again, gifting me the pretty picture of her cunt pulsing around the silicone head of the vibrator.

My cock had more than recovered at this point, and my balls ached. I wanted to be that machine. I wanted to live right there between her sweet thighs and drown in her pleasure.

Great, jealous of a vibrator. A new low.

I took the vibrator from her pulsing pussy and set it aside for a second. I couldn’t help but touch her, wetting my fingers in her juices.

“Let’s switch this up a little.” I maneuvered her onto her front.

She was slack-limbed, wrung out with pleasure.

Lifting her hips, I slid the machine beneath her, angling it so that her clit would ride the vibrator while I was free to explore her pretty holes.

I turned it back on, and she moaned. My cock leapt at the pure carnality of the sound.

I slid my fingers into her cunt, her entire pussy vibrating around me, and then pushed a wet finger up to her ass. The puckered hole resisted when I pressed inside, and she jerked, the movement only making the vibrator go harder underneath her.

“Relax, Ari… youhaven’t really come until you’ve done it with all your holes filled.”

I fucked her cunt with my index and middle fingers and her asshole with my thumb. I had long fingers, and she was fucking back into them like she was born to take me in her ass.

“Marcus! I can’t—I can’t!” she screamed and came again, my fingers fucking her while the vibrator did its part.

“Yes, you can, birthday girl, and it’s fucking glorious,” I growled.

I was so hard, it hurt. I had to be inside her. I couldn’t think of anything else. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t stop.

I ripped the vibrator out from underneath her and tossed it aside, then fit myself against her.

My cock poked at her entrance, sliding easily between her slick thighs, searching out her cunt like it was fitted with a fucking homing beacon.

She groaned when I forged inside. Her walls were already spasming around me, trying to draw my cum out before I’d even started fucking her.

“Can you take me, baby, after all that?” I asked, winding a hand into her hair and pulling her head back enough to bite her neck.

She nodded, a whimper leaving her lips.

“I need you to say it. Say you can take me, say you want me… that you can’t think of anything else but being right here, like this, with me. Tell me you think about it in class and later, in bed alone… Tell me, Ari, and make me fucking believe it.”

She craned her neck. I slid all the way in, despite her protesting muscles. My mouth dropped open at the glorious feeling of being surrounded by her wet heat.

I put my other hand around her neck, keeping her face tilted toward mine, and slipped my finger past her open lips.

“I want you, Marcus, even though it might be wrong—I want you like I’ve never wanted anybody,” she murmured softly.

That soft confession cut through all the games and teasing. It cut through all the posturing and bullshit, and hit me, right in the heart. A fucking goal I never even had a chance of saving.

I thrust into her, fucking her. She lay prone and wrung out with pleasure. She arched back into me, meeting my cock with a slap every single time. Her rounded ass jiggling when my hips slammed into her was the best thing I’d seen all year. All decade. Ever.

“Fuck me, baby, I’m going to come,” I ground out, not able to hold back; completely, fully out of control.

I fucked her hard, driving us both over the edge. I filled her up, pressed in tight, her cunt milking me dry.

I kissed her neck, her shoulder; any spot of skin I could get my lips on. Even her skin tasted sweet. I smoothed her damp hair back, staying inside her as long as I could.

Ari cleared her throat, and when she spoke, her voice was throaty and sexy as hell.

“But—correct me if I’m wrong—doesn’t this count as blinking?”

Blinking? Shit. The game. First one to blink. The game of chicken we were playing that I’d lost.

Her words slowly sank through the haze in my head. I pulled out of her on a rush of cum and rolled to the side. Ari turned, leaning up on her elbow. Her face was blotchy and red, her hair was a mess around her head, and she’d never looked more beautiful when her lips curved in a smile.

“I won, didn’t I?”

My little game hadn’t broken her; it had broken me. Fuck.

I picked up her hand and inspected the tattoo on her wrist, rubbing my thumb lightly across the design.

I’d been awestruck only a few times in my life, and most of them revolved around hockey.

None of them compared to the awe I’d felt standing in that concert hall the other day, listening to Ari play.

She was special in a way I had no experience with.

“Yeah, beautiful. You won. You were always going to win.”

I pulled her into my arms, sated and spent and strangely satisfied, despite losing. She might try to deny it, but it was clear as day. She couldn’t stay away from me any more than I could stay away from her.

Maybe she just needed the chance to realize that for herself.