Trey - Shandi Boyes Page 0,58

my feet to face Nero and Mikhail. They kept a respectable distance by staying outside my door, them too noticing the glazed-over expression K’s face got when they followed our walk to my room.

“Maybe send out some feelers. We usually get rumblings long before a storm.” Men in this lifestyle love to gloat. It gets their rocks off as well as the whores they regularly sink their teeth into.

“Alright.” Mikhail strays his eyes to K for the quickest second before he pivots on his heels and stalks away. His glare doesn’t clench my jaw as expected, probably because his stare was more filled with remorse than desire.

After stepping to the right, blocking Nero from giving K the same sympathy as Mikhail, I ask, “Where’s Nikolai?”

He licks his dry lips before curving them into a smile. “Still holed up with Justine. Do you need him?”

I shake my head. “But come get me if he needs me. I’m gonna jump in the shower to wash off the pig shit from my skin. They were extra hungry today. I think we might have a new record. Consumed in under eight minutes.”

Nero arches a brow at the impressive number I cited, but he’d rather focus his attention on the first half of my statement than worry about a record he’ll never come close to beating. “That’s pig shit I’m smelling? Right.”

After hitting me with a wink, announcing he knows as well as I do that the sweet smell coating my skin isn’t close to the disgusting mess pigs get grubby in, he moseys down the corridor like I’m not five seconds from shoving my rifle up his ass. Pompous prick.

Once my door is shut and locked, I drag my eyes over K’s still form. Upon discovering she’s asleep, I toe off my mud-stained boots, yank my shirt over my head, then drop my hands to my belt. After flinging my jeans over the chair I slept in last night, I head for the bathroom. I won’t lie. My cock is hard and throbbing with want.

I’ve never gotten hard over a kiss before. They don’t thrill me enough to be seen as pleasurable. But our kiss—that goddamn motherfucking kiss that almost had me treating K like the monsters from her nightmares—got me so damn hard, my cock hasn’t deflated an inch the past hour and a half.

I have no control over it.

None whatsoever.

It’s like her kiss was Viagra, and I took the maximum dosage.

Even now, recalling her feather-like moans and the smell that vaped off her skin when she came has me wanting to return to my room. To push away the bedding and spread her legs wide. To snap off the soiled panties she’s been wearing for God knows how long. To lick her, eat her, and come over every inch of her.

I want her dirty and broken.

Stripped and scared.

I want her so goddamn much, I want to be one of the monsters from her nightmares.

But if I do that, she’ll only be mine once.

I want her so much more than that, so instead of focusing on what I can’t have just yet, I climb into the shower, wrap my hand around my cock, and give it a long and determined stroke.

The pounding I give it for the next five minutes is brutal. I don’t give the barbell piercings speared through my shaft any leeway in the tightness of my grip. I hold on tight, hurting it as it wants to hurt K.

She’ll never take all of me without bleeding. She’s tiny, and the scars I felt while fingering her will make her even harder to penetrate, but my God, do I want her.

It’ll have to be her choice. If she wants me, she’ll have to prepare for the pain associated with it. She will bleed no matter what. I’ll just make it pleasurable for her this time around.

If possible.

The vicious strokes on my cock weaken as I ruminate over the idea of K being capable of orgasming during sex. She shattered earlier without much initiative, but that isn’t unusual. I’ve made many women come with only a stroke of my thumb, however, not one of them has cried during it.

Will that be normal for K? Will she always break when she gives in to the sensation overwhelming her. She’ll still be beautiful once she’s put back together, but I don’t see it being healthy if it occurs every time.

I could show her how awesome sex is, make her an addict who depends on