Page 30 of Shamelessly Loyal
“At no point am I going to bet your safety to a game of chance. That man wasn’t interested in getting you a drink, Mayhem, or having you just sit in his lap for the rest of the evening. Every man there tonight wanted to fuck you.”
I rolled my eyes. “That was the point.”
If it were possible, Pretty Boy seemed even more furious. In the darkened room, with his back to the window and only a faint light from the bathroom, he looked cut from the night itself. “No,” he practically snarled the word, grinding it between his teeth. “That was not the point.”
“Yes, it was. You came here to find a target. Did it ever occur to you that it was him? You took your eyes off the prize. I’m no one in this game, which makes me an excellent weapon. Only now—those people are going to know I’m a point of leverage, and you just lost—”
Pretty Boy smothered the last few words when his mouth slammed against mine. The fierce possession in the kiss was an unrelenting demand. All the oxygen evacuated the room and my lungs as I fisted his shirt.
He’d shed the jacket somewhere, so there was nothing between me and the hard lines of his body except for the fine weave of his shirt and the silk of my dress. Heat licked a path over my skin as he devoured my mouth.
Flames burned through every tendril of thought. Push him away? No, I wanted more. A button popped on his shirt. It struck my skin before bouncing somewhere else. Hot hands slid down my arms before Pretty Boy kissed a path from my mouth to my throat.
My thighs clenched, then one strap on the dress broke and it began to slide off. The lack of a bra became readily apparent as the cool air rushed against my nipples. They were already peaked and tightened almost painfully.
The sucking bite of his tongue and teeth on my throat made me gasp. I dragged a hand through his hair, pulling him closer as I arched upwards at the contact. The other strap snapped and then the dress just floated away.
Lifting his head, Pretty Boy stared down at me with wet lips and a dark expression that only sped up my breathing. He slid a hand down to my right breast, cupping it. The contact was almost feather-light, then he stroked his thumb over my nipple. I shuddered, but the sudden pinch was almost too much.
When I cried out, he swooped in and kissed me again, swallowing the sound as he alternated between massaging and torturing that nipple. I writhed under the contact as he kept me pressed up to him. The fabric of his shirt was a tease against my neglected breast and then his thigh was between my legs.
My panties were hardly a barrier to the way his muscles flexed against me. The motion encouraged my hips to sway and the pressure against my clit was pure ecstasy bordering on agony.
A minute later, he dragged me up and then I was falling. I hit the bed to stare up at him as he ripped off his tie and then the rest of the buttons on his shirt.
“If you don’t want this,” Pretty Boy said in a low, rough voice that sent shivers straight to my pussy. I wanted to slide my hands into my panties and finish what he had started. I was a mess of want and need. “Tell me now, Mayhem.”
His shirt hit the floor and his belt was next, followed by his pants. I hadn’t even thought about what he was wearing or not under them. But the thickness of the erection, pointing heavy and fully straight, dried all the moisture from my mouth.
I swore the tip was almost discolored, it was so engorged. I knew what a cock was, and I was familiar enough with the concepts of sex to know where it went and how this was all going to end.
Licking my lips, I dragged my gaze upward to find him staring down at me. “I need the words, Mayhem. Yes or no?”
My pussy clenched at the emptiness. The heat rolling off him was like a hot desert wind blowing in the window. He retrieved his pants but didn’t put them back on. Instead, he pulled out a couple of condoms.
Heart fisting at the thoughtfulness, I let my gaze rove over all the planes of his chest. His thick arms made me think of the way his thigh flexed between mine, which made me look down at his legs. The faint dusting of dark hair that spread down them and curled at the base of his dick.
“Yes,” I said, the word slipping free as he tore open the condom.
“Put this on me.” It was an order that I didn’t hesitate to follow. I had to sit up and then go to my knees. I still had on my shoes, except when I reached for them, he said, “No, those stay on. Put the condom on me, Mayhem.”
He cupped my neglected breast and began to tease that nipple much as he had the first. Fingers trembling, I slotted the condom over the tip of his cock. Moisture dripped onto my finger and I put it to my lips without thinking about it.
The immediate inhale dragged my gaze up to his as I let the bitter, salty flavor graze my tongue. His earlier anger and rage were still there but lust filled his expression as he stroked it over me, and I wanted to preen. Then he pinched my nipple so brutally that tears sparked in my eyes.
“You stopped putting the condom on,” he said as though it were a warning. A ragged laugh broke from me. “The next time you want to taste me, it will be with my cock pounding between your lips. Do you understand?”
Delicious anticipation unfurled from the sharpness of the earlier pain. The discomfort bled into a river of passion and incandescent need. Thankfully, health classes had explained the application of a condom, so I got it rolled into place and as soon as I finished, I was on my back again.
He gripped my panties and tore them right down my legs. I’d never been so bare in my life. Even the thin strip of hair I kept from grooming seemed almost too much under the riot of want on his face.
“Later,” he said, “I’m going to feast on that pussy until you scream and beg me for more.”
My thighs reflexively squeezed, but he hooked his hands under my knees and kept them apart as he dragged me to the end of the bed.
“But right now, I’m going to fill that cunt with me, and you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”
Should all of this terrify me? It was so raw and primal. There were no soft kisses or stroking hands, just wild, demandingneed.