Bash (Kings of Carnage MC #1) - Sapphire Knight Page 0,30
as he applies pressure against my sex. I thought he felt big before and after witnessing him getting his dick sucked, I know he’s above average in that department. My hips thrust forward, needing the friction, begging for more. My hands and mouth fight him. I don’t want to make this easy for him, not after I helped that slut bring him pleasure. I’ve wanted him for weeks now and have refrained, doing the right thing. I’m sick of it.
I manage to break away, hissing, “Fuck you.”
He leans in, biting my shoulder, sending enough chills over my body to make my nipples pebble. I’ve got on my clothes, including a bra, yet you’d think I was naked with the way my body responds to him. He hums and rasps, “I want to, so goddamn bad. You’re driving me fucking crazy inside. You can hate me all you want for getting my cock sucked, but I had to, so I wouldn’t force you into something you aren’t ready for. I’m being patient for you. Don’t you punish me for trying to be a better man for ya.”
I let loose a humorless laugh, sarcasm lacing my voice. “Oh, so in other words, you were doing me the favor. How thoughtful of you for getting head all in the name of me. Prick.”
His stormy irises meet mine. His nostrils flare as his own anger and desire churn inside him. “You think you could’ve handled me tonight? You get off work, kiss me and get me all worked up. Maybe I can’t hold back like I did before and just eat your sweet pink pussy. Maybe this time, I rip all your fucking clothes off and decide to fuck that perfect little asshole of yours. You telling me you could handle it, the hard pounding I’d give you? You would take it like a good bitch and not fight me off? Cause the way you twist me up inside, you wouldn’t be able to fight me. I’d be inside you before you could so much as scream no.”
I slam my palms against him again. I’m left panting at his threatening promise. As he’d told me what would happen, I’d gone along and pictured it in my head, following his descriptions. Now I’m ridiculously turned on, my panties soaked with pent up desire. He paints a pretty sinful picture, one I’ve never experienced before. I was too busy living the good girl life before things went south, and I was forced to hide out. Now, I don’t want any part of that old me…but rather, the way Sebastian views me. That’s the person I should be, the one he explained in his fantasy. I need to be the sexy woman he can’t keep his hands off of.
I meet his stony stare, fire blazing in my own, and I bite hard enough down on my cheek, it makes me want to yelp. Exhaling, I gather my emotions and thoughts to say, “What if you ripped my clothes off, and I didn’t tell you no?” I continue, asking, “What if I begged you to put your dick inside me and fuck me relentlessly? How would you respond to that? Could you actually do it?”
He lets loose a deep sexual roar filled with desire, grabbing for the V-neck opening of my shirt. In the next beat, he’s ripping it completely open, exposing my lacy fuchsia bra. “You gonna tell me no, Angel?” he mocks, his eyes daring me to try and fight after I’d practically egged him on to do it. “Tell me no this time. See if I fucking stop.”
“Not yet,” I breathe. “Keep going.” My cheeks heat as I wait for Sebastian to continue. I knew I wanted him from the moment I saw him. I’ve tried to keep my distance from him—or any man, for that matter—to be patient and careful, but it’s no use. He has my body strung so tightly right now, I feel as if I could combust just having him this close. I got a sample of what he’s all about when he went down on me, and it’s only forced my desire to multiply for him, making me feel needy and wanton.
“Fuckin’ lucky you aren’t in a dress today. I’d have bent you over and stuck my cock inside you already.” He yanks my bra down underneath my breasts, freeing them. He stares at them for a beat before pinching the hardened crests. My core spasms with the zing of