“Not your turn, love.”
“Bet I can make you reconsider…” He stroked his cock, tightening his grip around it, and a bead of precum leaked out of the tip. I felt my mouth water. I raised up, crawling to him and lifted my eyes to watch him watch me…while I stuck my tongue out and licked it off. “Do you wanna come harder than you ever have in your life?”
“Christ…”
Didn’t take much convincing. I ran my palms from his waistline to his chest, urging him to switch places with me and straddling him when I laid him down against the moundof frilly pillows on Mom and Dad’s bed. I’ll never admit it out loud, but kissing Malek Byrne is effortless. It’s as natural and necessary as breathing. It’s a kiss you can easily lose yourself in, questioning every moral you have as soon as his tongue slips into your mouth. The lip ring just adds to the ensuing chaos, and it fully wrecks me…every. Single. Time. Every place he touches me leaves a fire in its wake, and the feral sounds that rumble out of him make me feel like a goddess. I can’t fucking wait to hear him fall apart.
“How much faith do you think you have, Malek?” I grazed my teeth over the stubble of his chin, and he gripped a fistful of my hair. “Only chance I’m giving you to back out.”
“Not on yourlife, Little Viper. Fuckin’ break me. I dare you.”
I smiled and moved my mouth to the column of his neck, digging my nails into his sides while I bit down hard. He hissed and my eyes watered with his grip on my hair…but Iloveit. I felt his cock press harder against me and slowly kissed my way down his chest, dragging my claws with me. His breathing was harsh and slow…and sexy as hell. I picked another spot on his abdomen, biting harder this time and I heard him mutter something in Irish. I reached a hand down, wrapping my fingers around his cock, and then went down to meet it, scraping the inside of his muscular thigh with my free hand.
“Hold on tight, Irishman.”
My hand held firm around him, and I forcefully spit on his cock, relishing in the way he bit down on that lower lip. I spread it, sliding my fist up and down the length of him until he groaned. I ran my tongue up the underside of his head, flicking his piercing with the tip before closing my mouth around it. He watched me like a predator, chest rising and falling a lot quicker now. My hand worked with my mouth, and I hollowedmy cheeks, sucking the life out of him until he was good and distracted.
“Take it…”he choked out, eyes glazed and heavy. I inwardly smiled, knowing exactly what was coming and preparing for it. He tightened his grip on my hair, and I moved both hands, the one fisting his cock cradling his balls…the other…wet from the spit I made sure to cover it with…slipping into his ass, right as he shoved my head down.“Ó, mo Dhia!”His piercing hit the back of my throat, and I hooked my finger, moaning as I bobbed up and down, massaging his nuts while his back bowed off the bed. I can just about guess what he said, and there were several more Irish expletives until they started tapering off, the shock and the pain mellowing out, and his curses turning into deep, heavy moans that made me want to explode.
He likes it…I knew he’d be the perfect shade of fucking crazy.
“Bleedin’Christ…” he gasped, essentially fucking my mouth.“Christ…”I’m no expert. I’ve done this one other time, and it didn’t end well. I distinctly remember the guy, whose name I’ve already forgotten, knocking one of my pictures off the wall when he slammed my apartment door behind him. I’m too much for normal men. But Malek isn’t normal. He’s like me. Deranged, dark and insane. The harder I sucked, and the more my neck worked to take that cock to the back of my throat, the louder he got. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect…God, you’re perfect, Seven Grey.” I love it when he drops my full name. He does it a lot, and something about it feels possessive and strong. I never thought I’d ever hear somebody call me perfect and mean it, and I certainly didn’t think I’d enjoy it from somebody I’m beginning not to hate. Actually…I don’t think I ever hated him at all. I think I was being a pussy and the fortress I’ve built around myself went into survival mode.
The finger I had in his ass pressed a little harder, and I could feel his balls tightening in my hand. He moaned, nearly settingmeoff, and his cock pulsed on the flat of my tongue. There’s nothing sexier than a man that whimpers while you’re putting the work in just to hear a second of it. It’s the gold medal of fucking. And Malek has the most guttural, animalistic grunts when he’s about to come. His hips thrust forward, and he held my head down, choking me on his cock and I felt his thick cum shoot down my throat. I nearly came again with the long growl he made while I swallowed him down, easing my finger out of his ass. He was out of breath, and honestly…so am I. This is what sin tastes like, and it’s a fuckingdrug. And it’smine.
He let me up for air, a bit still smeared on my lower lip as it trailed off his piercing and he jerked my hair, pulling my head back to look down his body at me. He’s ruined. Completely gone, and I’m on cloud nine. His thumb swept over the tip of his cock, and he shoved it into my mouth. “Suck…” I did, twirling my tongue around it and his chest rose and fell in shallow movements. He sat up, bringing me into his lap and I buried both hands in his hair, pulling and tugging while that lip ring ended up between my teeth and that tongue parted my mouth. I can taste us both and it’s a high I never wanna come down from. “Ride my cock…I need to see you.” His voice was raspy and spent…perfect. Blazing. I might be second-guessing everything else, but this? This, I’ll have. I’ll surrender to it. I’ll burn alive in it. And I’ll do it with that ‘sick smile’ on my face, because this…is the only time I haven’t feltinvisible.
I reached down between us and lined him up, hanging off his bottom lip while I sank onto him, and matched his ragged breaths. I feel that dick ring hitting all the right places…that perfect limbo of pleasure and pain…but I want more. I grabbed him by the throat and Malek gave me the most deliciously dark smile while I started to move. “I want you to hurt me,” Iwhispered, leaning into his face. “No snarky lines, no bullshit. No clever Irish retorts. No games.” The green in his eyes went as dark as death, andthatis where I’m most at home. That’s the only thing that makes the most sense to me. Tobothof us. “You want the darkest parts of me, Malek? Gimme yours.”
“You open that door, lass…there’s no closin’ it. I’ll brand myself onto your fuckin’soulif you want it. You dunno what you’re asking.”
“Yeah, I do.”
I forced him to keep his eyes on me and reached over to the nightstand, grabbing an old brass letter opener and the corner of his mouth curled at the sight of a pointy thing. I went to put it in his hand, and he grabbed my wrist, tightening my hold on the handle with his other hand…and pressed the sharp edge to his chest.
“Show me your psycho, Sev. Let her out to play…and I’ll fill your pretty pussy with everything I’ve got.” I stilled, pressing the blade a little harder into his skin, and locked eyes with him.
He knows. He’s figured me out.
Even better. Two rejects with a breeding kink in the same bed. With sharp objects and probably outdated, nasty candy…absolutely no regard for sanity…an unhealthy amount of blood on our hands, a body swimming with the fishes, and an unfinished game of inappropriate Scrabble. Checks out.
I gave him the smile he was looking for, dragging the blade across his skin while I started moving my hips in slow circles. He clenched his teeth, that sharp jawline working, and the sharp hiss that left him made his cock jerk inside me. At the first sight of a thin line of blood, I lost myself. He took me by my throat, and I rode him faster, digging the letter opener deeper and throwing my head back when he landed a sound smack to the side of my tit. I freed a hand, smacking him back…across his face. His red hair fell over his brow and his eyes were a moltengreen beneath the strands when he turned his face back at me. It was claws and teeth after that. The letter opener hit the floor. Wads of hair, hisandmine, littered the bed. Spots of blood painted the ivory covers. I left bloody bite marks anywhere I could, and I know I looked the same. Malek’s back looks like it was mauled by a bear. My ass matches it. We’re slipping across each other with sweat, and it reeks of fucking sex in this room.
I’m about to unravel.
I threw him onto his back, grabbing the brass rungs of the dated headboard while my ass slapped relentlessly on top of his thighs, and Malek dragged both hands through his damp hair, moaning. I’m done. I can’t fucking deal. I’m milking this motherfucker, and I hope I cantasteit when he pumps me full of cum. Time to make him play his own game.
“Tell me her name, Malek…” I gasped, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look up at me. “Who made you bleed? Who swallowed your fucking cock and rode you raw?” He tried to smile but was so lost I don’t even think he could findhimself. “Whoisshe?” I asked again, lowering my body to lay against his while I ground myself on him. His hands wound around my neck, squeezing, and he bucked his hips, spitting into my mouth while he came.
“Her name is Seven fucking Grey.”
He forced my mouth closed and covered it with his hand while I nearly screamed behind it, soaking his lap while my body shook.
We’ve laid in silence, catching our breath for the last twenty minutes. Our skin is glued together, and I don’t plan to move from this spot until he makes me. I’ve got my faceplastered to his collar bone and Malek has an arm coiled around me while our legs are in a pretzeled mess on top of the mangled blanket. My mind is equal parts sated and spinning, and I’m scared to know about his. His fingertips trailed lightly back and forth over my ribs, and I’ve been absentmindedly playing with his navel.
“Malek?” I watched my busy fingers. “Remember how you asked me about how I’d dispose of your body?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Ready to toss me off a cliff already?”
