“You like it?” he asked, a sprinkle of amusement in his voice. No doubt amused at how I was staring at the thing like it was something magical.
To show him how much I liked it, I braced up on my elbows and licked his engorged red head, resisting the urge to suck the whole thing in my mouth.
Taking a condom from his pocket, he eyed me scrutinizingly, then asked, “You ever done that before?”
No I haven’t.Have I sucked a lot of pussies? Yep. Have I ever sucked a cock? Nope.
This was new, Chaddy Chad. All new.
Lying back down, I replied, barely a badass, “No questions allowed,boss.”
Heeding, with no more words, he just watched me as he tore the packet open and rolled on the condom, smooth and leisurely. As though he came to some sort of conclusion, his eyes narrowed a little as he asked, “How many men have you ever been with, Blood?”
One. And it was by force. Always by force.
“I’m a damn stripper. Why don’t you take a guess?” I snapped. “And I said easy on the fucking questions. You’re ruining the mood.”
“You shouldn’t swear.”
Says the cold-blooded murderer. “Fuck me.”
“I will.”
“Now.”
Still with the wordless watching, the studying, his face was so goddamn unreadable it was maddening.
Grasping his cock, he fixed it at my core, then paused and locked our eyes, just in time to catch me sucking in a short, panicky breath.
I wanted this. I really did. But I was scared to bits and pieces, and fighting hard not to let Chad’s shrewd eyes discover this. Folding my lips, I tried to mask it off, meeting his stare square on.
He said, “You’re a tough girl, Blood, and you got a lot of talk. But I can see right through your veneer.”—He pushed in an inch, and I winced.—”I’m gonna let you own me tonight. I’ll start slow, and you’ll control how it goes from there. The increments, the momentum, it’s all your call, okay? So you don’t have to be afraid.”
“Your instincts are off. I’m not afraid,” I lied.
But he didn’t call me out on the fib, he just inched into me, little by little. And I held my breath, concentrating on the feel of him filling me.
Nothing like with Mr. D. No, that man would’ve rammed into me with a great force. Tear me open in pain more than pleasure.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried shutting out all the memories of the past, and focused on this new, addictive feeling. This so good, so different feeling.
Filling me to the capacity, Chad paused and commanded, “Open your eyes, Blood. Look and see that it’sme. It’s no one from your past. I’m not gonna hurt you.”
But I kept them closed, because I knew who he was. And hewassomeone from my past. And hedidhurt me once. He took everything from me. And here I was letting him fuck me. How fucking sick was this?
Yet I couldn’t talk sense into my brain. This man consumed me. He made me want more…more of everything.
“Blood, open your eyes, look at me, and believe me.”
This time, I did. I opened my eyes and looked up at him, and once again, Ifeltthe truth. He wasn’t lying. He wouldn’t hurt me.
But it didn’t matter, becauseIwould hurt him.
After all this, I would have to kill him.
“Move,” I ordered.
“How?”
