Tongue (Ruthless Kings MC #8) - K.L. Savage Page 0,56
might be the best place for us right now. We can stay there for a few weeks, and maybe things will fall into place.
After we get married, of course.
I wasn’t kidding when I asked her. I’m a possessive man. I know what I want, I take it, and I want to take her. Forever. I never thought I’d find a woman who wants me for all of me, yet here I am, in bed with one.
I love her intensely, unhealthily, obsessively, dangerously, and to the point where it fucking hurts.
I’ll always be watching her from the shadows, though, because I have an inkling it’s going to be our ‘thing.’
Rolling out of bed, I walk to the bathroom to take a piss and glance at myself in the mirror. Jesus Christ, my hair is fucked up.
And she doesn’t even like it.
I don’t like it either. Good thing hair grows back.
I turn my hands over next, seeing Sarah’s blood. Some areas are clean; some aren’t. I trace the wounds on my shoulder with my nails, and dried blood is smeared along my chest. I look down. My no-longer-virgin-cock hangs low, plumping when I think about how good last night felt.
My shaft has blood on it too from taking her virginity. Was I too rough? I don’t know how else to be, but maybe she can teach me. I can learn.
A knock at the bedroom door has me tensing.
“Daphne? Are you okay? I’m going to San Diego. I won’t be back until tomorrow night,” her aunt calls through the door.
“Okay,” Daphne answers sleepily. “Sorry, naked!” she warns her aunt, giving her a reason why the door is locked.
Damn right she’s naked.
Mine.
I’ve never felt so primal before.
“No worries. Glad you’re okay. I’ll text. Love you.” Her aunt finally leaves. Damn, that woman is annoying. She’s been around so much. Well, only the last few days, but that’s too much. I don’t want to share Daphne.
I flush the toilet, scrub the blood off my hands, dry them off, and reach my arms up to grip the upper trim of the door.
Daphne is in bed, looking fucking delicious and exhausted. The knife is on the floor, blood still on the silver, but Daphne doesn’t seem to notice it. She stretches, yawning as she tries to shake the morning. When she sees me, she blushes. “Hi,” she says, shy and soft.
“Hi,” I say in return, cocking my head at the interesting creature that’s stolen the man I thought I was, only to give back the man I’m supposed to become.
“Um…” She bites her lip, and my eyes fall to her mouth. Her lips are still red and swollen from how much we kissed and how hard. I want to feel my cock slide down her throat. I want to feel her gag and choke. I’ve seen Bullseye with a few cut-sluts, and he seems to like it when they do it, so why wouldn’t I? “Last night was…”
“Did I hurt you?” I cut her off. My eyes land on the slightly pink bruise around her neck where I choked her. I didn’t know I gripped so hard.
“No.” She sighs as if she’s thinking of a daydream. “Everything was perfect.”
I walk over to her and pull the blanket down her body. Bruises are everywhere, and there are two shallow wounds on either thigh. Fuck, she looks beautiful dressed up in my marks, but if she’s in pain, if it’s too much, I need to know. Being gentle is a touch I’ve never known, but I do want to learn how to do it. She’ll need to be patient with me. “Are you sure?” I ask her, tilting her chin up to meet my stare. “I’m willing to learn how to be different.”
“I don’t want you to be different, Tongue. I want you. This morning was more than I could have ever imagine, and seeing you in the sunlight during the day, I’m happy. I’m happy you aren’t a dream.”
“If I was, I’d find a way to escape your mind and be real for you.” I mean it. I don’t believe anything could ever keep me away from her, not even something like fantasy and reality.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here, and now that I see that horrible haircut, we need to fix it before we get married. Unless, you don’t want to, which I get; last night was so intense that I know—” I shove a finger over her mouth to silence her.