Page 76 of Revel
“I painted my nails black once and my dad freaked out on me. Made me take it off.”
His laughter shakes his chest and my body, his fingertips dancing up my spine. “You rebel.”
I prop my head up with my hand under my chin and scowl. “Hey, I can be crazy. I made out with a girl once.”
His eyes light up. “I’m gonna need to hear all about this. Make it graphic.”
“Nope. Good girls never tell.”
“Red?”
“Yeah?”
Before I have a chance to react, he’s on top of me. He grabs me by the ankles, yanking me forward so that my elbows slip out from underneath me. Hovering over me, his eyes glow against the flickering orange of the fireplace. His eyes look dark, tense, and everything like the mystery he is. “Badis so much better.”
Blood rushes through me when he pins me to the bed. It’s the way he presses his weight to my ribs. That’s when I completely understand what everyone who hears his music feels when he whispers, low and throaty,“It’s violent, my love.”
With him this close, I struggle to breathe. His lips skim my jaw, and I arch my neck, giving him better access. His mouth devours mine. I take a fist full of his hair, drawing him closer.
I stare up at the cedar-planked ceiling wondering if this is really happening again. With a touch I’m begging to be worshiped by, Revel drags his finger along my slit. “This pretty pink swollen clit is begging for me, isn’t it?”
Well, she can’t talk. I smile at my internal thought, arching my back into his touch and he adds another finger inside me.
And then he begins to push them in and out, hard. “Do you want me to fuck you, Princess?”
I nod. No, I whimper. I crave. I desire. Ineed. It’s so intense, this necessity to have him fulfill the desire inside me, that if this doesn’t happen, I might die, as drastic as that is. It’s ridiculous to think someone can control your body and mind so completely, but he can. My body practically shakes. Prying open one of my eyes, I find him staring at me, waiting for the answer. Holy hell. Look at this man’s face. Have you ever seen something so sexy and dominating? It’s no wonder he controlled my moods long before we came together on this tour.
Revel’s smirk lifts his beautiful lips and my heart kicks up another notch. He seems to always know what I’m going to say, even before I say it, but still, presses for more. “You don’t want me to fuck you?”
“You know I do. . . .” My voice breaks when he sucks his fingers in his mouth. I find it strangely, incredibly,hot.
“Then fucking say it.” He sucks my juices off his fingers.
Okay, I was wrong.That’sincrediblyhot.
My eyes flutter. “Say what?”
“That youwantme to fuck you.”
I squeeze his biceps, my nails digging in. “I want you to make love to me.” I know it’s not exactly what he’s looking for, but I decide to try my luck anyway, curious of the answer.
His jaw tightens, the emotion in his face unreadable. “I can’t do that. What I can do is fuck you.” Hunger sparks in his eyes. “When you leave me, you won’t forget whose pussy this is.”
I don’t need to say anything to him. I nod as he fucks me without restraint. He leaves me weak and sated, but ready for more. I will say with absolute certainty, he owns me, because the way Revel Slade makes me fall apart, is totally worth it.
Something about his words haunt me. It’s the way he says,“When you leave me.”
Everything around us is silent, pristine, clean. The only sound’s the bubbling of the hot tub jets. Behind us, tree branches hang low with the weight of the snow, perfect mounds of powder at their base from yesterday’s storm. It’s beautiful and reminds me of a fuzzy blanket, but nothing in comparison to the man next to me.
He’s quiet, staring up at the clear night sky as if it’s going to swallow him whole.
“Where are you spending Christmas?” I ask, keeping myself below the water. I know we’re completely alone up here, but it feels weird to me sitting in a hot tub, naked, and not having to look out for paparazzi or bodyguards.
“Here,” he mumbles the words, taking a drink of the amber liquid in his glass.
“You’re welcome to come to my house,” I add, knowing he won’t accept the offer, but suggest it anyway. I take a sip of my wine. I tried the stuff in his glass and he might as well be drinking gasoline because I’m pretty sure it tastes similar.
He raises an eyebrow, as if to say I’ve lost my mind.
