deeper and more vigorous. He moans into my mouth, alerting all my senses as his grip on my leash and ass becomes tighter.
“C’mere,” he growls, as he suddenly lifts me off the ground and sets me down on the table.
He slides aside the plates and cutlery, making room for me to sit properly as he devours my mouth. I don’t know why he’s this lusty, but I’m not complaining one bit. I’d rather have this Phoenix than the murderous one. I suppose I’m not the only one having regrets. After all, we once were lovers. It’s hard not to fall into an old pattern.
“Fuck, I wanna taste that sweetness of yours,” he murmurs, planting kisses all over my chest.
He rips off the tiny pink crop top he bought for me, tearing it to pieces. Grabbing a handful of my breast, he puts his lips to it and sucks, hard. So hard, it makes me gasp out loud, and when he bites and tugs my nipple, I squeal from excitement.
“You seem to like a little pain, Vanessa,” he muses, licking my sensitive nipple.
“Well, I sure as hell don’t mind this,” I moan when he does the same to the other nipple.
“Oh, do you now?” he says with a smirk as he looks up. “And here I thought you didn’t want me to use you as a fuck toy.”
“I consider this the better option.”
“Than?”
I look down into his eyes. “Being killed.”
“Oh.” He laughs. “There are many, many things I want to do to you, Princess, and killing is still at the top of my list.”
“Then why don’t you?” I ask.
His brows furrow, and he stops to look me in the eyes, pulling my leash. But instead of answering, he presses his lips onto mine and kisses away the doubt I felt.
Of course, he still wants to kill me. Who wouldn’t, after what I’ve done.
He just can’t. Whatever is left of his heart won’t let him.
***
PHOENIX
Goddamn her and her infuriating nonstop questions.
When I take my lips off hers, I want to dive back in. I tell myself that I shouldn’t—that she’s fucking bad for me, and that I’m fucking bad for her—but I just can’t fucking stay away. But every time she opens that damn mouth of hers, something comes out that reminds me of all the hatred I have stored inside, and it pisses me off.
So I reach for a tablecloth and stuff it in her mouth. “Shut up and keep that in there.”
She murmurs disapprovingly, but I ignore her sounds and continue to ravish her beautiful titties. Nothing like smashing your face into a couple of titties in the morning. The best way to start the day.
I push her further onto the table, taking a handful of her beautiful tits just so I can squeeze them. Her moans don’t penetrate the cloth, but they sure as hell make my cock twitch. I don’t give a damn about what I’m actually supposed to be doing now that I have her in my clutches; all I want to do is fuck her day in and day out. It makes me think of all those years ago, when all I wanted was to be with her. The rest of the world could suck it for all I cared. Except it didn’t turn out that way, so I push the thought away.
Instead, I push her skirt up and let my fingers slide up her thighs to her pussy, teasing her by brushing over it quickly. Her moans turn me on so much that I start licking and nibbling on her ear and biting her neck. Her excitement makes her spit out the cloth in her mouth, and I don’t give a fuck. I feel like an animal wanting to ravage her. I’m out of control, and I don’t give a fuck. Because I wanna fuck. Period. There’s nothing more to it.
I throw everything off the table, not giving a shit where it ends up, as I hold her tight and kiss her deeply. I bury my tongue in her mouth, licking her with a fierceness that I’ve not experienced in a long while. With one hand I grip the soft flesh of her ass as I tease her pussy with the other, making her moan. I love the sounds she makes, and it makes me so horny that I grab her throat and push her down on the table. The frightened look in her eyes as I unbuckle my belt with one hand brings me