Page 145 of Sinful King
He jerked and hissed.
“I’m not answering shit. Be lucky I fed his craving in other ways or she’d be damaged goods.”
I smashed his nose with the bottom of my sized twelve Timberland, knocking him back with the impact, the chains righting him almost immediately. Making him talk wasn’t on either of our agenda’s. He was here to die, nothing more or less.
“Baby…” I retreated, giving her the floor. “Make him feel you.”
She stretched, the long sleeved t-shirt she wore rising a little, giving me a peek at smooth dark skin. I admired the view until she straightened and hit him with a mean fucking two piece.
He’d beat her with his bare hands when she was young and into her teens, until my da threatened to pack him up if he didn’t keep his hands to himself. Our first Valentine’s day together was the last time she’d ever showed up in front of me with bruises littering her body.
I knew she’d use hands to fuck him up until she was tired.
He grunted, holding on tight to his reputation as being made of steel. Apparently when he was younger his father did the same thing to him but Nathaniel would never cry and shout in pain.
“My mother ain’t the only one leaving this bitch with a battered face.”
She reached back and hit him with three quick punches to the nose.
I grimaced at how crooked it was now.
“Perfect…” Blair held her hand out and Liam placed a pistol in it. “Well, here’s the day you’ve always deserved.”
I smiled when she took a deep breath before putting two in his chest and one in his head; it wasn’t for courage but to let go. She’d been waiting a long time for this.
We left Liam and Lorcan to handle the rest, driving in silence back home and basically sneaking into the apartment to avoid waking Brynn. It was three in the morning, but I had a feeling she stayed awake as long as she could to wait for us.
I pulled Blair into our bathroom after shutting and locking our bedroom door.
“Let me see your hands.”
She held them out and I sighed at the split skin; after turning the water on and adjusting the temperature, I gently placed them underneath the stream.
“Stings,” she mumbled, flinching just a little.
My body was pressed against her back, eyes regarding her through the mirror.
“Just a little longer.”
“You’re being too gentle.”
I smiled after her eyes met mine.
“What you want me to do, Amoy? Snatch you up and swing you around?” I cut the water off and wrapped my arms around her waist, tucking my face in her neck. “I will. Can’t do it now because the element of surprise is gone.”
She laughed and rested against me.
“You provoked me all day just to be all sweet.”
I couldn’t help smile into her skin, leaving gentle kisses in its wake.
“But you liked that shit,” I whispered in her ear, flicking the lobe with my tongue. “I want inside you.”
She bumped me and I took a step back, lips tucked between my teeth as she bent over and stepped out her shoes, leggings and thong. I kicked the pile she left on the floor into the bedroom, mesmerized by long legs, and came out of my clothes next.
“Bend over more and hold on to the counter.”
I crowded her space again, pushing hard dick between her wet pussy lips without inserting myself.
