UnHinge Me (Savage Beast MC #6) - Hayley Faiman Page 0,22

breath as I try to keep from passing out. “This what you want, mi reina?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

“More,” I sigh.

His finger slides farther down, touching my mound, but stops before he reaches where I need him. I let out a frustrated whimper. He smiles, his lips turning up in the corner. He shakes his head once, his eyes focused on mine and nowhere else.

“Tell me where you want me, Leighton.”

“Why?” I ask.

“I want to hear those dirty words fall from your lips.”

It hits me. It rolls through me almost instantly. He wants a high-class rich bitch on his arm, but in bed, he wants her to be filthy for him. I can do filthy. Hell, I’ve been that for numerous men, even if I can’t remember most of it because I’ve blocked it out.

But if he wants filthy, then that’s what he’ll get. Anything to keep me from being disposable. I don’t know what happens when he doesn’t want me anymore, but I have a feeling that it won’t be anything that I want to experience.

Maybe when we know one another better, when I can figure him out, then I can be more of myself, but until then, I’m going to be what he wants. Sliding one of my hands from his bicep, I wrap my fingers around the side of his neck, using my thumb, I press the pad against the corner of his lips.

Rising to the balls of my feet, my hand falls from his throat and I touch my mouth to his. I don’t deepen the kiss. His hand doesn’t move any closer to my clit, and I want to growl with need, but I don’t.

“I want you to touch my pussy, Mountain. I want you to make me come. I want to feel your fingers fuck me, then I want your cock inside of me, stretching me, owning me. I want your pleasure and I want you to give me the pain that I know you are dying to deliver.”

He doesn’t say a word, not right away. Instead, he moves his hand from beside my breast and buries his fingers in the back of my hair, tugging my neck back the way that he seems to like. When I’m arched enough for him, he leans forward on a moan and touches his mouth to the center of my throat.

I expect him to suck, to lick, to mark my skin, but he doesn’t. Instead, he breathes heavily, his hand against my mound trembling for just a moment before he speaks.

“If I did what I want to do to you, Leighton. You wouldn’t be able to walk right for a month.”

My entire body jerks and I moan at the thought of him delivering that delicious pain. I know how it happened, how I became a person who needed the pain, but I always thought that once I stopped receiving it that the desire would just go away. Seems that doesn’t just go away, not when it’s all you know.

“Please,” I breathe. “Give it to me, Mountain.”

He grunts. I think that he’s going to release me, walk away, and leave me in a different kind of pain, but he doesn’t. Instead, his hand curves between my legs and two fingers roughly slip inside of me.

“God,” I groan, my eyes closing as he begins to roughly pump in and out of me.

My hips jerk as I meet his hand, my thighs shaking when his palm applies pressure against my clit with each pump. He fists my hair tighter, tugging my head back a little farther. The vanity edge is causing an ache against my lower back that only fuels my desire.

Mountain growls against my throat and finally moves to the base, his teeth sink into my skin. I sigh as the pain radiates from my entire body, from between my legs, to my back, to my neck, to even the burning of my scalp.

I don’t know that I’ve ever truly come before and the way my belly is tightening, I think that I could be close to feeling something other than just pain. I can hear the sound of wetness between my legs as he thrusts his fingers harder and faster, his palm slapping against my clit with each thrust.

The feeling. All of the feelings. Every single sensation that I didn’t even know I possessed overwhelms me. I cry out, no, I scream as my orgasm rocks me and rushes through my entire body. My