Page 35 of Crush
“Numb and unemotional, too, right?” I add, attempting not to groan as I slip two fingers into her pussy. Hot silk wraps around her clit until I reveal it with my thumb.
Ember’s thighs quiver around my wrist. I dare the barest of licks against her lips. “You try so hard to be dry for my cock, don’t you, little pretty? But you can’t. Your body betrays you at every turn. Why not fall into the sin instead of run from it? Fuck, I want to bury myself in you. Cover my dick in your juices and have you suck it off. Take you against this goddamn car.”
Ember’s shoulders heave, her face remaining blank, but all sorts of conflicting layers flutter like billowing curtains behind her eyes.
I push another finger in. “Aren’t you scared? Don’t you want to fight me off?”
“I’m nothing,” she whispers, and this time, I catch her trembling lower lip.
“That’s the problem.” I pull out, and against her better judgment, she mewls at the emptiness. “You’re something, which is why I can’t get you out of my head.”
Before Ember can turn, I lift her by the waist, spinning us both until we’re against the Porsche’s hood, me standing with my back between the headlights, and her facing me.
“If you’re so pliable, let’s complete your next challenge. Strip for me,” I say, licking each finger slowly while my gaze rakes over her. Her salty sweetness hits my taste buds, and I can practically feel my pupils dilate.
“Is this what you ask of all the Virtues when you take them away from Aurora?” she asks. “Is this what you do to all the girls?”
“Only ever you, little pretty. Now do it.”
Her eyelid twitches, breaking through her stone barrier. Good.
I cross my arms, leaning back against the car. I’ve been a Noble much longer than her. My patience for waiting out a breaking point is unending.
“If I do this, you’ll mark my challenge as complete? I won’t have to see Aurora tonight?”
Her voice shakes on Aurora’s name. I lower my chin in a highly restrained nod since the alternative would mean I leave Ember here, fully clothed, while I think up a worse punishment for Aurora, who got off much too easy.
Because Ember is so committed to her whole pliable doll analogy, she’s forced to do as I request and pulls her shirt off first. Her bandages and the irritated skin around them barrel into me like headlights.
It doesn’t matter how many times I see her injury. I hate it. I want to peel it off and reveal new skin, untouched by Aurora, the Societies, or even me.
Fuck, I despise my life sometimes. Ember deserves better.
But her taste still lingers on my tongue.
Like a drug I can’t kick, I watch her for another hit, gritting my teeth against a groan as she unhooks her bra, then steps out of her leggings, peeling off her underwear along the way.
You’re gorgeous.
Her chin snaps up. I clench my molars at the realization I said it out loud.
“Come here.” The demand comes out angry—more at myself.
Ember inches closer, eyeing me cautiously.
I bare my teeth. She winces.
Goddamn, I love this. “Stop there.”
Ember complies and halts a few feet away. I straighten from my lazy position against the hood, pulling off my shirt as I do. “Don’t take your eyes off me, little pretty.”
Her shortened breaths linger in the silent garage, Malcolm’s four horsemen quiet witnesses to our private show.
Unhooking my belt, I keep my stare on hers as I pull it through the loops, flick open the button to my jeans, and kick them off, revealing my briefs. Then I lose those, too.
I stand before her naked and with a cock more erect than it’s ever been. Usually, I just take and save the slow burns for nervous virgins or first-time foreplays. Here, though, I’m so hot for this game I’d rather not ruin it by pouncing on her and getting off too quickly.
If I took her right now, I’d last seconds, and I simply can’t tolerate such amateur lust with such a lush, perfect specimen.