Filthy (Five Points' Mob Collection #1) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,170

been playing with your ass for the past few months.” I’d taken to fucking her with a butt plug every now and then, but I’d just been waiting for the right moment to take every one of her holes.

Her cheeks burned hotly. “N-Now?”

“Yep.” My tone was cheerful—and why the fuck wouldn’t it be?

I was about to be two for two with every virgin orifice this woman possessed.

Yum.

I watched her focus switch from brown sugar to me, and boy, I could see the molasses-like crawl as desire swarmed through her veins.

Grinning, I tugged her hand and dragged her to my office.

“Do you know how badly I’ve wanted to fuck you in here?”

She snorted. “Of course. You bent me over the desk the other night.”

“Ah, but that was different.”

She cocked a brow at me. “It was? Why?”

“Because it was nighttime, and I want to do this in the daylight.”

Her cheeks burned hotly, but she didn’t argue with me, and even if she had, I’d have kissed her into forgetting any and all arguments.

Instead, I carried on, heading for the window at the base of the room where I looked out when I was working at my desk.

I wanted to replace that image with her, and I had a plan.

There was a window seat in front of it, so I hauled her into my arms, laughing when she released a squeal. She landed as she always did—her thighs around my hips, her pussy to my cock. Fuck, that felt so good.

As I walked her over to the window, I murmured, “I have devious plans for you, my dear.”

She snickered. “How very wicked of you.”

“I try my best,” I teased as I bowed my head and connected our mouths.

I sighed into the kiss immediately. Everything about her welcomed me in, her mouth, her arms, her body. She was what I’d always been waiting for and hadn’t even known.

Pressing her into the wall beside the window, I just enjoyed the kiss. We had no reason to rush, even if my dickhead brothers were coming over later on, and I just wanted to enjoy this moment. This purely innocent moment, as we shared a kiss that united us in more ways than one.

Her sighs, her breathy moans, as always, worked me into a ravaging need. There was something about those sounds, it just fucked with my head, made me want to rip into her, to make her remember who those sounds belonged to. But I didn’t need to force that memory, she’d never forget. I’d marked her in so many ways, there was no way anyone could be confused over who this woman belonged to.

Pulling back, I watched her lick her kiss-sore lips. They were pink and puffy and the bottom one was just screaming at me to bite it.

I didn’t though, I was withholding that particular caress until I was ready.

She reached for me again, her tongue thrusting into my mouth the instant we touched, and I let her play the aggressor for once, let her explore my mouth, let her taste me.

She was delicate where I was rough, hesitant where I had no shame. The contrast had the hairs at the back of my neck standing on edge and I was determined to let her kiss me like this more often because it felt so fucking good.

When she was panting, I murmured, “Are you ready to be mine, angel?”

“Always,” she whispered back, her eyes like crystalline pools I wanted to drown in. If I did, I’d die a happy man.

Even as I pushed her into the wall, supporting her like that, I pulled back so I could reach between us. I dragged off my shirt first, and then unbuttoned hers—she’d worn it so she could cover herself up some at the tattoo parlor.

I’d managed to work on her body confidence to the point where she didn’t give a shit where I fucked her now, in the bright sunlight or in the shadows the moon cast. But the prospect of some fucking tattoo artist gaping at my tits had her snickering while she covered up to soothe my possessiveness.

I knew she loved it though.

She never got mad when I growled at some bastard checking out her ass—an ass that was about to belong to me in more ways than one. She didn’t grumble if I glared at a fucker for gaping at her tits. She seemed to blossom under it, like petals spreading under the rays of the sun.

With the shirt unbuttoned, I stared at