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CHAPTER SEVEN

DAKOTA

My entire body jolts the moment his mouth touches mine. I don’t know what it is or how it happens, but it feels like actual bolts of lightning. His kiss is hard and amazing in every way possible. I didn’t know that a kiss could even feel like this. Granted, I don’t have much experience with them at all. Especially considering this is one of very few, and it has never felt like this before.

I only dated one guy after leaving Willamette Haven. He’s who I lost my virginity to, but it didn’t feel like his fingers were charged with electricity when he touched me. He was nice and caring, but he was nothing like this, and how I felt then is absolutely nothing like the way I feel when Bullet is close to me.

Clenching my thighs together, I try to relieve the ache between my legs, but it doesn’t work. My center is actually pulsing. I didn’t know it was possible. But I want to slip my fingers between my thighs and touch myself, relieve that aching sensation.

Then, as if answering my silent begging, I feel one of his hands press against my lower belly, and I whimper. Bullet tugs my shirt up before he flips his hand over, his knuckles gently gliding along my bare stomach.

Every single one of my muscles that he touches trembles under his touch.

Bullet breaks the kiss, but only slightly, his teeth nibbling on my bottom lip before he tugs it gently. His fingers slip behind the waistband of my pants. My eyes slide closed as I hold my breath and wait.

Wait for what I know is going to be cataclysmic—in the best way. He tugs my hips forward, gripping the waist of my jeans before he rests his forehead against mine. Letting out the breath that I’ve been holding, I try to say something, but I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t do anything.

Our breathing comes out labored, both of us attempting to catch our breaths before we hear his words. They are barely audible. I’m not sure if it’s because of my panting or my racing heartbeat that seems to be pounding in my ears.

But nonetheless, I almost don’t hear him.

“I fucking hate everything about you, Dakota Vaughn, but fuck me, do I want to be inside of you.”

I want that, too, and I don’t even know what it all means exactly. I’m pretty sure he can hate me all he wants with the way he makes my body sing. I know what sex is. I saw it happening enough throughout my entire life and participated a few times with the guy I dated.

Nothing about it truly appealed to me, not from watching it at the Haven and not participating in it, but I think that now I realize none of the men really appealed to me. Even the guy I dated. While he was extremely kind and very gentle, he was not— Bullet .

This man appeals to me.

Very much so.

Bullet’s fingers pop the top button on my jeans. He grips my zipper and slowly drags it down until it can go no further. Then, as if he knows exactly what I want, the way I want it, which I honestly suspect he does, his fingers are between my legs.

I’ve touched myself a million times, but it has never felt like this, not once. Electricity is the only word that I can think to use to describe what I’m feeling right now as his fingers connect with my flesh.

Bullet’s fingers move between my thighs. I feel them slide through my folds before two of them curl inside of me. My head flies backward, hitting the wall when it does and bouncing. I don’t care if it hurts. I couldn't care less.

In fact, I think I like it.

“You gonna make that pussy sing for me, baby?” Bullet murmurs.

I gasp as his mouth touches the side of my throat. I want to do just that. In fact, I’m pretty sure that my entire body could sing for him, not just that part of me. He sucks on the skin of my neck.

My eyes roll into the back of my head as I lift my hands to his biceps. I need to stabilize myself, or I’m going to melt into the floor. I think I could right about now. Curling my fingers around his strong arms, I hold on to him for dear life—my God.

I’ve never felt anything like this in my entire life.

I didn’t even know that this feeling existed.

My hips buck, silently begging for more—my wish is granted without a single word said. His palm grinds against my clit as his fingers begin to move inside of me. Shaking my head from side to side, I know I’m close, so damn close. I’m not quite sure what to do, so I just let my body's natural impulses take over.

My hips move, bucking and jerking against his palm, climbing closer and closer to my release. Feeling like I’m going to combust and break into a million pieces, I lift my head, my eyes find his…

Then it happens.

Bullet releases his mouth on my neck, and his lips search for and find my earlobe. His teeth clamp down on my lobe before he gently tugs and then releases. His mouth rests against my ear before he rasps his next few words.

“You’re so wet and warm, so fucking perfect. I want you to come on my fingers. Soak me, babe.”

I’m climbing. I’m right there. Higher and higher, my body on the edge, and I know it’s going to be big. So damn big. I’ve never felt a buildup like this before. I think I might actually explode, combust, ignite.

He’s going to have to pick the pieces of my body up off the floor.

I gasp, my eyes widening as it consumes me. It slides throughout my body, from my belly to my head, and then from my belly down to my toes. My muscles tighten, and my body freezes. I look into his eyes, taking them in, and I see a darkness just beneath the surface that should scare me.

It should terrify me.

It doesn’t.

Nothing about him scares me like I think it’s supposed to.

It just makes me want more of him.

So.

Much.

More.

Every piece.

BULLET

I never should have come here. What I should have done is ridden right fucking by after I realized that it was her rental car sitting in the goddamn driveway, but I just couldn't help myself. Now my hands are down her pants, and my fingers are inside of her.

Wet warmth floods my hand, and I know there is no way in fuck I’m going to be able to turn around and walk out. Not now that part of me has been inside of her. Especially now that I’ve seen her face when she comes, heard her sweet little sounds, and felt her wet pussy.

My dick wants to be inside of her—now.

Slowly, I slip my hand from between her legs and shove her jeans down her hips. She takes them the rest of the way off, and I grunt, realizing that she wants me inside of her as badly as I want to be there.

Unbuckling my own jeans, I do the same, shoving them and my boxer briefs down my legs before I kick my boots and my jeans off, leaving me naked from the waist down. As much as I want to fuck her, I want to see the rest of Dakota, too.

Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I slide it up her torso, over her head, and toss it somewhere on the floor. She reaches behind her for her bra and unhooks it, letting it glide down her arms. Closing the short distance between us again, I stop when she holds her hand up, her fingers gripping my shirt.

“I want to see all of you, too,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Shrugging my cut off, I hook the back of it on the door handle beside us, then reach behind me and grip the back of my shirt between my shoulders before I guide it over my head, tossing it on the floor somewhere to join the rest of our clothes.

My gaze finds hers. Her hand lowers, but only slightly. I feel her fingers against the center of my chest, right below my throat, where my tattoos start. Her fingers glide over my skin, tracing my tattoo at the center of my chest. Then they move down to my abs, gliding over my flesh and stopping before she reaches my cock.

Disappointing.

My lips twitch into a smirk. Reaching up, I wrap my fingers around her wrist, slowly guiding her hand to my dick. Her trembling fingers curl around my hard length. She doesn’t move them. Shifting my gaze around, taking in her expression, I can’t help but smirk at the sight of her.

She’s nervous, and it’s cute as fuck. I don’t know if I’ve ever been with a girl who was this nervous before. Most women I fuck are either clubwhores or women in town who are ready to spread at just a jerk of my chin in their direction.

I should probably stop what I’m doing. She isn’t ready for everything I have to give to her—but she’s getting it anyway. Because I am, without a doubt, not a good guy. I’m not going to be sweet. I’m not going to be sensitive.

Gently pulling her hand away from my cock, I reach down and grab the backs of her thighs, hitching her up before I walk forward and press her back against the wall. Her legs wrap around my hips as I align our bodies.

Releasing one of her thighs, I wrap my fingers around the side of her throat, gripping her firmly but not too tightly. Then I shift my hips slightly until the tip of my dick presses against the warmth of her cunt. I want to slam myself inside of her so fucking badly, but I can’t bring myself to do that yet.

Maybe next time.

Something about her, about the way she’s looking at me, it makes my whole body freeze when normally I would just drive my dick deep and fuck her until I come. I’ve already done my duty and brought her to an orgasm.

Technically, my deed is fucking done.

But there is something about her that makes me want to see her come again… and again and again. I’ve never wanted anything so much in my whole goddamn life. I would go almost as far as to say that I would rather see her come again over me getting there. But I’m not that selfless, so I definitely will be finding my release.

Letting go of her throat, I lift my hand to my mouth and suck on my thumb before I shift it between her legs, finding her clit.

“Bullet,” she gasps, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a sweeter sound.

Slowly, I slide deeper inside of her, my gaze never shifting away from hers. My eyes connect with hers, watching her as I bury myself inside her tight cunt. And she is just that. So tight that I wonder about her virginity.

Once I’ve completely buried my cock inside Dakota’s pussy, my whole body jerks as I let her body accept my intrusion. Her hands grasp my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh as her eyes focus on mine. My thumb moves against her clit, drawing firm circles.

“Are you going to come for me again, baby?” I ask.

She whimpers as her gaze searches mine. “Please,” she exhales.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice— ever .

Moving my hips, I fuck her against the wall in her father’s house. I try not to think about that part, about Shade, or the fact that she’s inherited everything from him and I didn’t know a goddamn thing about her.

About the fact that as much as part of me wants to fuck her, another part of me wants to fucking hate her. The more I try not to think about it, the more I actually think about it.

As I continue to fuck her against the wall, the angrier I get, my hips slamming harder and harder with each thrust. My thumb stays between her legs, and I continue to draw firm circles there, but my anger at the situation takes hold.

I’m not sure that she realizes just how pissed I am. I watch as her eyes close, her head falls backward against the wall with a thud, and her breathing comes out in heavy pants. I don’t stop. I can’t. I need to feel her cunt clamp down around my cock—sucking me dry.

She moans, her head rolling from side to side against the wall, and as I tip my chin and watch my body move in and out of hers, taking in the way she takes me, my anger decreases. I’m unable to look away from the way her body stretches for mine—fuck, I’ve never seen anything so goddamn amazing in my whole life.

“I’m close,” she exhales.

Everything in my mind vanishes, and I can only think about making her come and then coming myself. Moving my thumb, I continue to circle her clit until I feel her pussy clamp down around my cock. She hugs me so tightly that I feel like I might actually just stay inside of her until I die.

I don’t think it would be a bad way to go.

And then, without me even realizing it, I come. Her cunt sucks me goddamn dry and pulls my cum from my body without warning. And I welcome every fucking second of it. Burying my face in her neck, I open my mouth and sink my teeth into her throat, sucking hard.

I hope that she’s fucking marked—wearing my mark.