Page 70 of Insidious Heart
“No, you just bang MCprincessesand kill people for fun.”
“Exactly.” Stevie scowls at me but she’s right. “I do kill people for fun, murder them and leave their bodies in gruesome displays for the general public to find. And I do it because I like it, because Ineedit to feel fucking sane, and even though you could’ve gone to the police or told your dad or Cal or even that fuckstick Joker, I never lied to you about it. For all of the things I will do without batting an eye, I will not fucking lie. Especially to you.”
My girl relaxes a little as she searches my eyes but I don’t let go of her, not quite yet. “And as forbanging MC princesses, you, my sweet little dove, are the only motorcycle gang royalty I have ever or will everbang. You’re fucking beautiful, every single inch of you, inside and out, andthatis why I’m banging you. Not because I’m using you or any other fucking reason you could come up with.”
“Then… “ Stevie tries to hide her smile but with the way it reaches her eyes and makes them dance it’s impossible, even with the doubt still lingering in them. “Then why didn’t you tell me about the Kings?”
I let go of her wrists and brush her hair back behind her ear. “It didn’t seem important to tell you I knew them.” She frowns and I shrug. “I didn’t know you had anything to do with the Seeds that first night we talked at the nursing home, and by the time I figured it out I was already obsessed with you. The clubs, your father, none of it mattered to me because I knew you were mine and that’s the only thing I cared about.” Which is a truth even I wasn’t prepared to hear out loud.
I care about Stevie, genuinely care about her and what happens to her, and while I’ve had those thoughts from the very beginning, saying them is very different from thinking them. So much so that the possessiveness she stirs inside my chest starts to rear its head, bringing with it a primal sort of reaction that I can’t help but act on.
With my trademark grin firmly in place, I dip my chin and brush my lips against Stevie’s, a featherlight caress that she immediately leans into.
“You are mine, aren’t you, little dove?” I do it again then pull back slightly, smiling at the way my girl sways toward me. “Mine in every way? Mine forever because I can’t let you go?”
Stevie nods as I nip at her lower lip, my left hand ghosting over the erratic pulse thrumming in her neck before I slip my fingers into her hair. My right hand moves up Stevie’s side, skimming over her hip then her ribs, tracing the curve of her breast through the soft fabric, cupping it with a groan as I press my lips to hers.
My little dove doesn’t hesitate to kiss me back, her mouth moving against mine with the same hunger I’ve felt ever since she walked into the strip club. I cover her body with my own as we kiss, my hips pinning hers in place, my cock throbbing as I thrust against her.
Stevie whimpers when I do it again, when I pinch her nipple through the slinky material of her dress, and when her hands come up to my sides underneath my jacket, her blunt nails biting into my flesh through my shirt, I can’t help but grunt.
“You are mine, Stevie.” I run my tongue along the seam of her lips, grinning when she effortlessly opens for me.Goddamn, I fucking love kissing her. So sweet, so hungry. My little dove meets my every move with a ferocity that has me ready to come out of my skin. “Mine,” I growl.
She nods emphatically as she pulls my hips closer, as she grinds against me, seeking any kind of friction she can get while her tongue invades my mouth and tangles with mine.
So fucking sweet.
I pinch her nipple again before squeezing her breast, that beautiful fleshy mound fitting perfectly in my hand. My hand that begins to wander back down Stevie’s gorgeous body.
When I get to her hip I flex my fingers and break our kiss, my little dove letting out an adorable grunt of frustration as I do. “Say it, baby. Say the words I want to hear.”
Stevie huffs then inhales sharply as I roll my hips against hers again, my cock giving her a small taste of the relief I’m about to provide. “I’m… I’m yours, Victor.”
“For always.”
“Forever,” she gasps as I thrust hard, eliciting a moan from low in her throat. “For always.”
I growl and kiss her again, then put just a little space between us, my girl seconds from stopping me before she feels my fingers on her thigh through her dress slowly start to pull the fabric up her leg.
Stevie’s eyes dart toward the end of the hall behind me briefly and when they reconnect with mine I just smile. “I know, baby.” Her left hand comes up to my shoulder, gripping it tightly as I trace the front of her panties and push her legs apart with my boot. “We don’t have much time but you’ve activated gremlin mode and there’s no going back.”
“Gremlin mode?” Stevie giggles as I smirk. “What the hell is that?”
I lean in, my mouth close to her ear as I whisper, “I turn into a monster when I get wet.” My little dove gasps as I shove my hand down her panties, my fingers tracing her dripping slit before I abruptly push one inside. “And fuck, you are so wet.”
Stevie’s hold on my shoulder and side tighten as I press my thumb to her clit, that delicious bundle of nerves already slick from how soaked she is. I pump my finger in and out of her pussy, curling it as I circle her clit, and when Stevie bucks against me, I grip her hair tightly in my left hand, bury my face in her neck, and shove a second finger deep inside her cunt.
“Oh,” she moans softly, Stevie’s hips bearing down in my hand while I fuck her with my fingers, my thumb working faster over her clit. “Oh my god.”
“You’re so needy, aren’t you, little dove? A morbidly sexy little creature justachingfor me.” Her walls flutter and squeeze around me, a sign my girl is already close to the edge, so I still my hand under the cotton of her panties and smile against her skin as Stevie whimpers in protest. “But you’ll come on my fingers when I say you can. You’ll come when I’m ready to let you.”
She tries to wiggle her hips but this position gives me all the control so it’s useless. But we really don’t have much time and I’m not in the business of depriving my girl of what she needs. Which is why I lift my head and meet her aquamarine eyes that are swimming with desire, my smile growing as I push a third finger inside her absolutely drenched pussy and whisper, “Come for me, little dove.”
And she does.
Stevie starts to come the second I pump and curl my fingers, her entire body jerking and tensing as I circle her clit with firm strokes of my thumb. My baby dove drops her head to my shoulder and bites down on my jacket as a muffled cry tears from her throat, her hips matching my movements perfectly while she rides my hand, her orgasm soaking me all the way to my palm until she finally sags against me.
Slowly, I withdraw my fingers, making sure to swipe her clit one more time as I do, and when my sweet little dove twitches in response I can’t help but chuckle.
