thick base of his shaft, putting the heavy weight of him on my tongue. There can be power in it, in oral sex. If you let a guy put you on your knees, cool. But you also have his dick between your teeth, and if you're not afraid to bite down …
“What can I say?” Vic purrs, putting a palm on either side of me and leaning in so that I can smell him. He smells like fresh sweat, and Scotch, and cigarette smoke, and I'm absolutely living for it. Getting married at seventeen, in all reality, is dumb as fuck. Like, I'd make fun of anyone else for doing it. But, this is me and Vic and Havoc, and it just works. “I like your cunt. I like filling you with my seed. I'm primal and stupid and horny. Wanna try to tame me, Bernadette?”
I give him a dark look.
We both know Vic can never be tamed.
“I don't know, Victor. When you find your balls, let me know. Because I'm pretty sure I stole them in the last few weeks.” He chuckles, pushing his face up against the side of my throat and grazing my tender skin with his teeth.
“Do not mistake my being nice to you as anything but that: a favor. It is not submission. It never will be.” I reach up and grab him by the hair, and he returns the gesture, doing the same to me. Unfortunately, I'm the one who lets out a gasp first.
Asshole.
“Suck me off, so I can kiss you and taste my cum on your lips.”
“I hate you,” I whisper back at him, but when he slants his mouth to mine and kisses me, all I can taste is his carnal appetite, endless and yawning like a chasm, insatiable. And yet, I want nothing more than to try my very best to fill it.
Victor's tongue sweeps mine, a hot fury that soon takes over my conscious mind. I blame it on the magic of the honeymoon, but really, it's just us. Me and him. We are sin incarnate, and we both know it. My legs spread of their own accord, but thankfully, when Vic starts to undulate his hips against me, we have the sheet to protect us. Doesn't stop him from putting the very tip in, but the fabric's in our way and he ends up cursing and growling against my mouth.
“This is what I was talking about,” I murmur against his lips. With a string of colorful curses, Vic sits up and rakes his fingers through his hair. His pupils are so dilated that his irises look entirely black. In reality, they're a very dark brown, but it's impossible to see the color without a whole lot of light. “Now, get on your back.”
He gives a derisive snort, and I scowl.
“Nah, how about you get on your knees for me?” he asks, cocking a brow as he stands up and yanks me to my feet. I try to keep the sheets with me, but end up tripping over them and falling into his tattooed arms. His grandmother's ring sparkles on my finger as I curl my hand around his bicep.
See what I mean?
Give and take.
We are not willing to accept equality. One of us always wants to be in charge. Like last night, when I rode his ass into the mattress until I was satisfied.
Vic slides his fingers into my hair and kisses me again, working his mouth against mine until I'm making sounds that are most definitely finding their way out the open balcony door and into the ears of Havoc’s remaining members.
At least the girls are at breakfast with Aaron and Callum.
And no part of me is concerned about that; they couldn't be safer.
My knees feel weak as Victor massages the back of my head with his inked fingers, encouraging me to let down the seemingly infinite number of shields around my heart. He breaks them into pieces, with every kiss, every look, every touch. He spirits my numbness away, leaves me vulnerable and aching.
I want to please him, and I hate myself for that.
But not as much as I love him.
“I hate you,” I murmur again, but he just grins against my mouth, giving me one, last punishing kiss before I slide my palms down the length of his beautiful body and drop to the floor. My left hand, the one with my still-fresh HAVOC tattoo, encircles the base of his cock, squeezing until I get