Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,38

rely on.

Terrifying, petrifying, but oh, so right too.

Now he was inside, it was different. My brain had clicked onto exactly who this was, and he knew it. He knew because I wasn’t struggling. I was compliant. I was here. Ready and waiting for anything this bastard, my fucking savior, could give me.

He choked me. There was no kinder way to describe it, but as he did, his words were in my ear, his heat all around me. His hands might have stolen my oxygen, but his body gave back to me in ways he’d never understand. His thrusts were hard, deep. He barely bucked his hips as he slid out and in, and with each pass, I could feel the fog as my deprived lungs strained.

“You need me, Indy, don’t you?”

“You feel my cock inside you, Indy?”

“Whose cock is fucking you, Indy?”

“I’m Cruz, Indy. Cruz. Fucking spell it in your head.”

The words had my lips trembling, my eyelashes fluttering, and I gasped out, “Cruz.”

Not a safe word.

The key to the door.

He let go immediately. One hand slipped between my legs and he began to frig my clit as fast as he started to fuck me.

My torso slammed into the mattress, my body battled to right itself after being starved of oxygen, but even more than that, it struggled with the pleasure.

It hit me like he’d hit my ass—only, it smacked me in the face. A high pitched cry escaped me, so loud that, another time, I’d be grateful no one lived next door and that both buildings either side used the upstairs as storage. As pleasure walloped me like a tsunami, shadows overtook me.

Loading my mind with a blackness that tasted of sin, scented of Cruz, and felt like paradise.

Seven

Cruz

When she let go, when subspace hit, I let myself go too. My cum slalomed into her, hard and fast as my hips bucked after I strained to reach my own orgasm. Her pussy clenched around me so fucking ferociously, it choked my cock, leaving me no choice but to slump over her in the aftermath.

Before, I’d never have done that.

I’d known she was unusual, right from the start. Things with Indy had always been aggressive. At first, it had been a turn on. The Dom in me liked that she was quick to act, willing to be violent. At first. Then, quickly, I’d realized she got nothing out of it.

Nothing.

She made all the right noises, then she’d turn off the second I touched her. I knew a woman’s body, knew hers even more. Disarming her was the only way forward I’d soon learned, then, she’d had that nightmare, and suddenly everything made sense, and I knew what she needed. Not because I was some kind of fucking guru, but because I knew Indy. She was aggressive by nature. Could butt heads with her biker brothers. Was independent enough to have made a name for herself in a male-dominated industry, and was ferocious enough to fight the way she did pre-fuck.

I warmed her up with violence. Messed with her nerves, made them clamor in silent alarm so that she could deal with skin-to-skin contact.

I teased her with control. Made her bow to me, relinquishing all thoughts, all worries, all stresses and strains.

I dominated her with strength. Taking her weakness, owning it, protecting it. Giving her rules and parameters, letting her take ownership of the one thing she did control—her body.

Finally, I fucked her with fire. Taking what I needed, knowing full well that, once primed, she was more than along for the ride.

Pressing a kiss to her still-clad shoulders, I carefully pulled out of her. Things had stopped being playful a long while back for me, and Indy was just too fucking easy to love.

I grabbed the shirt, plucking it off her back like I had her pants, then I reached for the knife I’d dropped on the mattress and cut that off her too.

I didn’t nick her bra though, because that was the one thing she hated replacing, and though she never complained about it, just sighed when she stared at the pretty bits of lace I’d destroyed, I decided to reward that by simply unfastening it until she was bare ass naked. Only then did I climb off the bed. As I stripped out of my Henley, cut, and jeans, toeing out of my boots, I studied her.

She was tense enough to stay upright, zoned enough to be insensate. I sometimes watched subs in subspace and felt envy. That