Pike (The Pawn Duet #1) - T.M. Frazier Page 0,65
finds a pattern that makes me gasp and moan. Circling, sucking and releasing until I’m panting like an animal.
“You know what I hate about you the most?” he suddenly asks, staring up at me from between my legs.
I shake my head as I try to catch my breath, not able to wrap my head around what’s happening, never mind what he’s asking. My entire body is thrumming with need, wanting for more.
He raises up on his knees, covering my body once again with his. He traces his fingers from my collar bone between my breasts, circling my belly button.
His voice is still rough but somehow softer around the edges. “What I hate about you most…” his eyes meet mine. “Is that I don’t hate you at all.” Pike brushes a hair from my face. “You belong to me,” he says, as if it’s a fact I should already know. His gaze is heated and determined. His bare chest rising and falling with each angry breath. “You have since that first night.”
The idea that I belong to anyone heats my blood. I’ve spent too much time pretending to be a part of people I hate. “I’m not one of your possessions from the pawn shop. You didn’t buy me, and I’m not something that got left behind.”
He quirks a brow. “Aren’t you?”
I realize the irony in what I’d just said. I was left behind.
“You know it’s not the same,” I say, snapping my teeth at his lips as he tries to come closer for another kiss.
He pins my arms down, and his face is inches from mine. “You’re not an object to me. You’re not a possession, but I own you in a way I’ve never wanted to own something before. I don’t want you on display or on my shelves for others to look at. To touch. And I sure as shit don’t want to sell you to someone else.”
“Then, what do you want from me?” I ask, hating the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes.
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Fuck, Mic, I want you.”
He’s stripping me bare, and I don’t just mean my just clothes. But as one layer comes and then another so do my inhibitions, and when he pulls me against his chest and we’re warm skin against warm skin, I realize I’ve never felt more free than I do right now, fully exposed to Pike, naked in his arms.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans.
It’s the adrenaline, I tell myself, that has the air shifting all around us. I don’t have time to ask who or what is happening because the second my lips part to speak, Pike descends on me, covering my lips with his.
I don’t know if we’re fighting or kissing, but it’s aggressive and passionate. Our tongues warring with one another. I moan into his mouth.
“What are we doing?” I ask, breathlessly.
“I don’t fucking know,” Pike answers, pressing his lips to mine once more. He grinds his shaft where I need it most, and I see stars. I lift my hips, seeking more of a connection. Lifting me so that I’m straddling him, his massive cock jutting between us. I grind down against him as his lips suck and kiss my neck and jaw. “Whatever it is. It feels so fucking good. You feel so fucking good, Mic.”
Our eyes meet.
I have no doubt that if our lust were flammable, the slightest spark would burn us both alive.
He flips me over, pressing my chest to the mattress. He kneads my ass with his fingers, rubbing his cock between my ass cheeks.
I groan and arch my ass toward him, but he’s gone. Only cool air licks my skin. His fingers dig into my shoulder, and the air shifts around us from lust to something much more sinister. I still, knowing exactly what he’s found.
Shit. Shit Shit.
“What the fuck is this?” he grates flipping me over to face him. He hovers above me with both hands on the mattress beside my head.
“It’s nothing. It’s…” But I know it’s too late. I know I’ve been found out. My lust-addled brain lapsed for one second and showed him everything I’d been working so damned hard to conceal. It’s over now. There’s no going back from this. Whatever Pike and I just started, will never be finished.
“It’s a fucking brand,” he says through gritted teeth. He pushes off the bed and stands at the edge, his erection is thick and hard despite the anger