Page 44 of Wicked Ends (Hellions of Hade Harbor #4)

“I’ve never been more serious. Be very careful, Professor Moore, that you don’t seal your fate with your sweet concerns and bleeding, beautiful heart. People don’t worry about me, and that’s what I’m used to. You come in here and blithely care —baby, you’re playing with fire.”

I rolled my eyes at his words, more because I didn’t know what else to do. It was outrageous, ridiculous, over the top, and in some demented way… the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me.

Then my attention snagged on his hand. He had a skin-colored bandage wrapped around it, so I’d missed it before. Our verbal games forgotten, I gasped and reached for him.

“Marcus, this is bad,” I muttered and brought his hand to my face to inspect it. The bandage was clean and dry, professionally applied, but the skin around it was red and angry.

“Mm-hmm, it’s fourteen stitches bad… Are you going to kiss it better for me?”

I stroked my finger along the rough bandage, concern flooding through me at the thought of those fourteen stitches going in.

I hated hospitals and ERs. I hated the smell of antiseptic and the sudden boom of the loudspeaker system as they called for a doctor.

Trauma upon trauma hid there in my memory, and I was too much of a coward to face them.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come to the hospital. I-I the smell of them, the lights…” I took a deep breath. I felt dizzy at the very idea. “I can’t stand it.”

Marcus studied me and then tilted his masked head to the side. “Why’s that?”

I swallowed the truth, which would serve no one and would only make me sound like a victim, and shrugged. “I don’t like the sight of blood, never have.”

He was quiet for a moment. “You’re lying to me, birthday girl. There’s a reason, but you don’t want to tell me. That hurts my feelings, but don’t worry, there’s a way you can make it up to me.”

“There is?” I wondered.

He nodded, the white circle of his mask taunting me.

“There is. Instead of kissing my hand better, you can kiss somewhere else… if you’re game. Staying away from you is torture. Ease my fucking suffering if you’re sorry.”

He stepped back and glanced down. Heat hit me hard, right in the belly, burning hot and languid. I glanced down and took in his dick, already hard and thick in his jeans.

“You want me to kiss your dick?” I asked, my cheeks growing hot.

Fucking hell, I wasn’t a blushing virgin, but Marcus made me feel like one. His confidence was unmatched, in and out of the bedroom. He could make me squirm with one knowing look.

He cocked his masked head. “I want you to get down on your knees for me and make up for lying to me right now by choking down as much of my cock as you can, then drink up my cum like you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you.”

He moved beside me to lean his hips against the pool table, leaving me free to stand before him. I licked my lips, my mouth going dry at the thought of taking all of him. He was huge. I’d never manage more than half, but, for some reason, I wanted to try.

Wanted to make him beg and pant, like he did me. I wanted him to be desperate for my touch, needy and powerless, like I always was around him.

“Hold on then,” I said, my voice throaty and low.

I reached out and unbuckled his belt. He went very still. I undid his button and fly and tugged his pants down, then reached into his boxers. I partially closed my hand around his raging hard-on and pulled him free of his clothes.

“I’m going to drink you dry,” I said, immediately embarrassed at my first attempt at dirty talk.

But it faded when Marcus groaned and cupped my face with one hand and pushed his mask back with the other.

“No cheating, baby… No trying to make me come in your fucking hand with just words, it’s not allowed.

I want to fill your belly with my cum and live inside you—like you’ve taken up residence inside me,” he murmured, his hand tight on my chin, tilting my head back so I was staring right up into his eyes.

Finally seeing his face was like a homecoming of some kind.

A feeling of safety, of belonging, that I’d never felt anywhere.

I’d heard people say before that home could be a person, not a place, but I’d always thought that sentiment was reserved for emotionally stable, fully functioning humans who didn’t try to hide from every other living creature on the planet; who didn’t try to be invisible in every room they were in. Not me. Never me.

Until him.

He kissed me hard, until I was panting. I pushed away and tightened my grip on his leaking cock.

“Hey, I’m running the show this time, remember?” I said in a breathy whisper.

A twitch of a grin hit his lips.

“So, be good, Mr. Bailey, or I’ll be seeing you in detention all week,” I continued and leaned into the wicked way he smiled when I reprimanded him.

“Looking forward to it, Professor,” he groaned. “Holy shit, you have no idea how hot you are, beautiful.”

I hummed low in my throat and pumped his cock a few times, and then sank slowly to my knees, gazing up at him.

He stared down at me, his attention riveted to my face.

“Put the mask on… I like it,” I admitted quietly.

Fuck, that was embarrassing, wasn’t it? It had just slipped out, unbidden.

First, I was breaking school rules by sleeping with one of my students, and now, I was revealing my darkest fantasies, ones I’d never even had before meeting Marcus.

But then he smirked, and my embarrassment dissipated like smoke at his obvious approval.

“Yes, Professor. Whatever you say,” he said, wicked delight in his eyes at my request.

Marcus Bailey liked to play games, and fuck, if it wasn’t fun to be the one he wanted to play with.

He pulled the mask into place. I kissed the tip of his dick. It twitched under my lips, velvet-soft and rock-hard all at once. I opened my mouth and slipped the head inside. He tasted slightly salty. I didn’t hate it at all. I didn’t hate anything about this man.

He groaned when I twirled my tongue around the end of him, teasing his slit, and then again when I pushed my mouth farther down his shaft.

He was big. I couldn’t get too far before I had to stop. Pulling back, I glanced up at him, finding the dark eye holes of the mask fixed on me, his hand resting lightly on my head.

I slipped down him again, this time holding that eyeless gaze for as long as I could, until I tilted my head down to try to fit more of him in my mouth.

I bobbed on him, inexpertly sucking and stroking, using my hands when I could. I was no master at blow jobs, and I’d always felt kind of awkward on my knees.

“Do you know how you destroy me? Do you have any idea?”

Marcus’ voice was muffled by the mask but still as deep and sexy as always.

His grip tightened on the top of my head, and he stepped closer, forcing his dick to slip farther down my throat.

I panicked for a second, before realizing I could relax and let it in.

He cursed softly, fucking my face, my head held still in his gentle but firm hold.

Spit dribbled down my chin, and it should have felt degrading, but it didn’t.

The truth was, it was hot. The way he was using my face and pushing my boundaries was hot.

I trusted him. I realized it in a flash of understanding.

He picked up the pace, thrusting into my willing mouth, and his hand slid around the back of my head and fisted my hair. I trusted him not to hurt me.

He eased back, leaving my mouth gaping and wet, my breath coming in rushed pants. He picked me up like I was weightless and shoved his mask up to kiss me hard, his tongue tangling with mine.

“I want to come inside you, birthday girl, and leak out of you for days, so you can’t fucking forget me while I’m on my best behavior and staying away.”

Before I could catch my breath and respond to that, we were at the couch, and Marcus was sitting. I stood between his legs. He tugged my leggings down and pushed them off one leg, leaving them hanging from the other, an urgency to his movements that screamed of need.

He brought me astride him and took his wet cock in hand, pulling my panties aside and rubbing it up and down my slit when I settled on his lap.

Then he was pressing inside, guiding me down onto him.

I went slowly, impaling myself on his rigid length, and when I’d finally managed, he gathered me into his chest and wrapped his arms tightly around me.

I was full of him and surrounded by him and I was…

content. It was a contentment I’d never known.

I moved, and he twitched inside me. It felt sublime.

“You’re getting so wet,” Marcus said in my ear.

“I-I want to come,” I admitted softly, leaning back to stare at his face.

He nodded and flexed his hips.

“What my girl wants, she gets.” He shallowly thrust up into me.

I cried out, the feeling too good to keep inside.

“You like this?” he wondered, his hand wandering down to my ass and squeezing a cheek.

I nodded.

“Then take what you want, baby, ride me until you come… use me for your own pleasure.” He stared me dead in the eye. “I’m yours.”

A groan left me at his words, and the feeling of his dick, deep inside me. I rose on my knees and then lowered. Again, and again. He gripped my hip and bounced me on his lap, helping me as my leg muscles turned to jelly.

His other hand went to my clit, rubbing rough circles on the hard bud and sending me rocketing toward my release. I couldn’t hold it or stop it. It was a wave I couldn’t escape, and it crashed into me, dashing me against the immovable force of this man, the one who refused to let me go.

The first and only man I’d ever let into my heart.

Marcus pressed up into me, still fucking me through my orgasm, until I couldn’t stay upright any longer and slumped into his chest. I needed a second. Just a second to scrape my heart and nerves back together.

His arms went around me, arranging a blanket that had been lying beside us across my back.

“You sleepy? Sleep here, beautiful, I’ve got you.”

“But you haven’t come yet,” I protested.

I tried to lean up, but his arms held me down. It felt so good to melt into his chest.

“And I’m not going to anytime soon, so you get your rest while you can,” he said.

I leaned my head on his chest and tilted up to see him.

“You want to fuck me while I’m sleeping?

” I wondered, the very thought sending me warm all over.

Marcus’ twisted games had clearly broken something inside me, or at the very least, opened some very kinky floodgates that I’d never known I had before him.

Only for him, honestly. There was no one else I’d trust.

His mouth quirked in a heart-stopping grin.

“Undoubtedly, but I’m not going to come then either.” He tilted his head down to gaze at me. “You see, I don’t want to. I don’t want tonight to end… and go back to staying away from you tomorrow. So, I’m going to stay right here, as long as I can.”

“What if someone comes?” I said, sleep tugging at me.

“They won’t.”

“They might see us. They might see me,” I murmured, on the cusp of falling asleep.

“They won’t. I won’t let them.”

And I believed him. I closed my eyes and drifted off.

I woke to the sound of voices around me. My eyes fluttered open and immediately shut. I have something on my face? I tried to push it off, but a soft tut stopped me.

“It’s just your mask, beautiful.”

Ah, right, the mask from earlier. The memory of going to the Hellions’ dorm with my makeshift disguise returned to me, as well as being found by Marcus in the basement.

I was sitting against something warm and solid, my legs bent and splayed open as far as they’d go.

Am I still in the basement?

We’d fallen asleep, I realized quickly. The voices reached me again. I opened my eyes once more. A group of people played pool at the table behind us. Marcus’ arms tightened around me, and I looked at him.

Holy fuck. He was still inside me, still hard, and now… fucking me silently. I was straddling him. The blanket was draped across my back and over his legs, hiding us from prying eyes.

“No one can see,” Marcus murmured, seeming to read my panicked mind. “No one knows who I’m fucking, no one can see even an inch of your skin… I’ve got you, beautiful… I’ve got you, and I’m finally ready to come.”

“Marcus,” I whispered, my mask shutting most of the sound inside. “This is nuts.”

“But I’m on my best behavior. I haven’t kicked anyone out of here or punched anyone for staring in your direction. I thought you’d be pleased,” he said. “I know you like it when I’m a good boy.”

His playfully mocking tone sent heat spiraling through me.

“Good one. And who would I have to compare you to, in order to consider you a good boy? You were born to break the rules.” I bit down a cry as he fucked me deeper for a second, spearing me with his hard cock.

I was still wet around him; my thighs were soaked.

How long had I been sleeping with him inside me, fucking me gently now and again, keeping my pussy right on the edge of exploding?

“My brother, I suppose, or my father. Compared to them, I’m a very good boy…

” Marcus said, his voice a rumble by my ear.

“My brother is always reminding me of the Bailey blood I carry in my veins, making me twisted and fucking me up, luring me into self-destructing, like every other man in my family, but you, Ari, and this—I could always be good, if I had you.”

I ground against him, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.

I tilted my masked face up toward him, forgetting for a second about my fear of being caught.

Forgetting about everything except this beautiful, damaged soul, who was so fearless, he could lay his wounded heart wide open before me. My mask slipped down to my neck.

“You’re not bad in your blood, Marcus. No one is. And if it means anything at all, I trust you, and I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time.”

His hand was holding my cheek, and I picked it up and pressed a kiss to the bandage over his stitches. It meant more to me than anything that this man knew how special he was, how valued, how appreciated.

He stared down at me, his hips moving faster. His dick thrust into me, and I felt myself rise one last time. It didn’t matter that there was a game of pool going on behind us; the world shrank down to our bubble.

I was going to come again, and this time, what did it more than anything, was the look in his eyes. He didn’t have a mask on. He didn’t care who saw him.

When he came, heat bloomed inside me, wet and sudden, his dick pulsing deep within. My muscles squeezed him, and he grunted softly, moving once, then twice, and then stilling, his balls still twitching beneath my thighs.

He pulled me close, pulling my mask back into place, before carefully lifting my hair away from my ear without dislodging my mask, and whispered to me.

“I’ve fallen in love with you, birthday girl. I warned you, but you didn’t listen, and now, it’s too late. You’re mine.”