“Riot,” she whispers, my name rolling off her tongue like a dark prayer. “What… Why are you here? How did you?—?”
“Shh.” I clear the distance between us in two steps, reaching up to cup her cheek in my palm. I brush my thumb over her jaw, staring deep into her misty blue eyes. “I had to see you. I couldn’t go another moment without seeing you, touching you.” I slide my hand up her arm, loving the shudder that runs through her. “I missed you. So fucking much.”
“I missed you too,” she says, her mouth tipping in the first smile I’ve seen all night. “I didn’t realize just how much until now. Until you walked through that door.”
I lean down, pressing my lips to hers in a gentle kiss. Eloise wraps her hands around my neck, weaving her fingers into my hair and tugging on the strands at the base of my neck. I groan, sliding my tongue across her bottom lip, needing to deepen the kiss.
As I claim her mouth, Eloise slides her hands to my chest, fisting my black tee in her small, cold hands. Wanting to warm her, I cover her hands with one of mine—and freeze at the feel of fresh scabs covering her skin.
I break away from the kiss, pulling her hands up to the light to inspect them before she has time to protest. Just as I thought, her hands and fingers are absolutely covered with wounds—some fresh, others in the latter stages of healing—all covered with a thick paste of stage makeup.
There is no way this is from gardening.
“Who did this to you?” I growl.
“No one?—”
“What piece of fucking filth made you bleed, Eloise? Tell me, and I’ll make them pay for it with theirs.” She pulls back, but I won’t let go. “Eloise…”
“Don’t, Riot.” She shakes her head. “It won’t do any good.”
“Tell me who, Eloise.” I let out a soft curse, knowing deep in my soul without her having to say it. “It was Dave, wasn’t it? He’s beenhurtingyou, hasn’t he, Eloise? Because of me.”
She won’t meet my eyes, and rage boils in my blood.I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking kill him.“I need to take care of something.”
I try to leave, but she stops me.
“Riot,please…Stay here with me.Please.”
The desperate look in her eyes does something strange to my body. At that moment, I know I’m a goner, that I’d do anything—forget my morals, give up my dreams, change my way of thinking—to give her whatever she wants.A dangerous state for a man to find himself in.
“Okay,” I murmur. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
He presses her fingers to his mouth, giving each digit a gentle kiss as he stares deep into her eyes.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, little muse. I’ve missed you so goddamn much it’s killing me.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I know, because I feel it too.”
“Fuck me,” I groan, crashing my mouth to hers. I swipe my tongue over her lip, and she opens up for me, beautifully, sensually. Her sweet taste invades my senses, overpowering and sensual and fucking addicting.More. I need more.
Crazed, I back Eloise up to the wall, my fingers grasping wildly at the hem of her dress, desperate to feel her skin against mine. “More,” I growl, raking my teeth down her bottom lip. “I want more. More of you, more of us.” I slide my hand up her thigh, cupping her heated sex with my palm. “More ofthis.”
She whimpers, pushing into my touch, her hands sliding up to grip my shoulders. “Riot…we can’t.”
“Wrong.” I lean down, nipping at her earlobe. “We already are.”
I spread my hand, dipping a finger into the opening of her dripping pussy. Eloise gasps, her knees buckling, but I’m thereto hold her upright. I push deeper inside her, caressing her walls with the pad of my finger, searching for that magic spot that makes her scream.
Once I find it, I add another, and Eloise’s moan causes all the blood to rush to my cock. She presses a hand to her mouth as I work her, attempting to stifle the beautiful sounds pouring from her lips.
I won’t have it.
I snag Eloise’s wrist with my free hand, pinning it to the wall above her head. “Look at me, sweet girl,” I murmur. “I want to see the moment you come on my fingers.”
One more thrust, and she does, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her face twists in ecstasy.
I slide my fingers out of her, swirling them around her clit while my other hand works the button of my pants. My cock springs free, and I wrap my hand around the thick length, giving it a few rough pumps as I gaze down at Eloise’s flushed face.
