Cruz (Dark and Dirty Sinners' MC #5) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,40

needed it. She needed me to be this man, to be the kind of guy who could erase her mind like I hit Ctrl+Alt and then Delete, and when I sensed her suffering, I felt like I had no alternative but to give her some relief. To give her freedom the only way I knew how.

A moan escaped her, another clue that she was coming down from her high, and she rocked her hips against my hand.

“Cruz,” she said thickly, body undulating against the covers.

I clenched my jaw at how she said my name, how she always said my fucking name when she was like this. I sometimes wondered if this was the Indy she should always have been, before her cunt of an uncle had gotten to her, but there was no point in thinking shit like that.

Here and now, this was Indy, and while I wished better for her, I thought she was pretty fucking amazing as she was.

With my fingers sticky with our mingled cum, I pulled back, amused when I saw her lips twist into a pout. Her eyes popped open, and lazily, she grumbled, “Why’d you stop?”

“Want the water to run over?”

She heaved a sigh then, she made my dick harder by opening her mouth and accepted the offering of my fingers without my even having to say a word.

Fuck, I loved a smart sub and, without a shadow of a doubt, Indy was a sub. Each and every time she let me dominate her and loved it, I thought she’d never let me back in again, but she did. She needed this just as much as I did, but that didn’t mean she’d want me around for good.

And that was something I had to work on.

I stuck the digits between her lips, letting her suck them clean. She moaned, the vibration throbbing through my flesh as her tongue sucked between the webbing of my fingers as she took them deep. When she was done, I thrust them a little deeper, watching her with interested eyes as she gagged. Her eyelids didn’t pop open, there was no distrust or displeasure or a silent plea to stop, she just took what I gave her.

She always fucking did.

Growling under my breath, I pulled back after I stopped tickling her tonsils because I had no desire for her to puke tonight. Maybe another night, I’d be okay with it, but I really didn’t want the mess. I’d had a fucker of a day, I wanted to bathe my woman, maybe come again, then sleep with one of her tits in my hand and my cock in her cunt.

Bliss.

Plus, whenever she was so compliant, as much of a turn on as it was, sometimes it pissed me off. I wasn’t her uncle. I preferred her struggles sometimes, because I wasn’t sure if I’d earned her compliancy. Then, she’d grumble, and my world would right itself once more.

So when I pulled away, and she pouted, my lips twitched, and my annoyance fled.

Corruption was sweet.

She slumped forward, then rolled onto her back, that skin of hers like goddamn gold against the lavender comforter. I took a second to appreciate the view, then decided I needed more than a second. Fuck the water.

Ducking down, I grabbed my jeans from the floor, then found my cell in the pocket. I took a picture of her, then grumbled, “Spread your legs.” She obeyed, but her eyes were glued to me as I shuffled around the foot of the bed for the best view. Taking a shot, I murmured, “Stick your fingers inside your cunt. Show me how messy you are down there.”

Again, she obeyed, but her back rippled, arching her tits up and rocking her hips down as the order flushed her with pleasure.

Such a dominant little bitch in her real life but so eager to obey when that front door was closed.

Humming, I took a couple more shots, before I dropped my cell on the bed where it bounced then I grabbed her feet, dragged her down the sheets as she squealed in surprise and hauled her into my arms.

I was a little scrawny by comparison to most of the brothers who all looked like they’d been eating steroid-laced spinach, but I was strong. I had to be. My job involved hauling dead bodies around and massive vats of chemicals to destroy evidence. What about that sounded lightweight? But when she was in my arms, she was safe, secure. I wasn’t sure if