Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,37

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Cruz wouldn’t be captured.

I knew that like I knew I found it impossible to orgasm.

Unless I was with him.

I shuddered, my shoulders hunching, back bowing as he repeated that, swiping through my sex like I was an ice cream that was melting and that he needed to catch the drips. I felt like I was something delectable—he made me feel that way. Not something dirty, tainted. Something beautiful and delicious.

Groaning when he pulled back, I was prepared for the barrage of spanks. Didn’t stop me from yelping. If anything, I spread my legs wider. The clatter of the ruler against sopping wet flesh had a keening cry escaping me as he carried on, more and more until I knew my ass had to be more than just pink. I knew it would be bright red, burning like his annoyance with me.

When he stopped, he wasn’t even panting hard, but I was. My breaths drowned out the sound of my heart, my skin was clammy, my pussy was desperate, and I was running both hot and cold.

Hands clenching into the covers, I rocked my hips, focused only on one thing—him. Getting him inside me. It was a dangerous move, but I had to try. This emptiness, after a lifetime of it, was more than I could stand.

“You trying to tempt me, Indy?” he rumbled, his voice low and raspy.

I grunted. “My ass is on fire,” I hissed, hoping irritation would shadow the need, hiding it from him.

His laughter was as low as his voice. Just as wicked.

Then his hand was there, rubbing over the backs of my thighs, and I closed my eyes. The second he did, I wanted to weep over how fucked up I was. I tensed, awaiting the barrage of memories, but they didn’t show up. My nerves were tangled up with pain, with the agony of his spanking, too embroiled in the violence he’d just shown me to remember before.

They could only handle the now.

Just like every other part of me.

With every ounce of me standing at attention, I whimpered when he made it a point to really rub the tender flesh. I hissed, hobbling from knee to knee, but it was worth it when, a few seconds later, he stopped, and the bed jostled.

Groaning with relief, I waited, hoping he’d just take me, but he didn’t. His jeans were cold against my thighs, rough and coarse against the sensitive flesh. His chest still sported a Henley and his cut. He might still have been wearing his leather boots, I wasn’t sure. I just loved that he was covered. Loved it even as I wanted him bare-assed naked.

But that’d come later.

Much later.

With his knee, he parted my legs as he pushed on my shoulders, pressing me deeper into the covers so that my back arched higher. His cock was there, at my entrance. I could feel it bobbing through my folds like I bobbed for fucking apples as a kid at a Halloween party, and he covered me, all of me, his hands sliding around my waist, moving to my tits.

Kevin, for all he’d forced me, had been delicate. Gentle.

He’d kissed.

He’d worshipped.

He’d…

God, the memories.

I wished he’d been as brutal with the other stuff as he had been with the penetration, because at least that wouldn’t make it so fucking horrendous when a guy tried to suck on my nipples or when he kissed my neck, his lips trailing over my flesh as he headed down south.

Gentle and tender were reminders.

The way Cruz squeezed my breasts?

Painful.

It was a shock. Such a fucking shock that I yelped again as he squeezed, bringing blood to the surface. And as he hurt me there, in contrast to Kevin, he slid into my pussy as easy as walking through a damn door.

God, everything was a study in contrast.

He was so fucking clever.

Somehow, he knew. He fucking knew, and like my knight in goddamn inked armor, he gave me what my body wanted, what my brain needed to forget.

As I focused on the pain in my tits, it took a second to process the feeling of fullness. When I did, his hands slid to my neck and as he pressed them around me there, he jerked me up so that I had no choice but to rest my weight on the tips of my fingers. I only had a second though. As his grip tightened around my throat, it began, and he raised me higher so I had no support.

Nothing but him to

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