“Fuck, you’re wet, so goddamned hot,” he growled. “Fuck yourself, baby.”
I already was, but I slid my hand down his forearm, wrapping it around his between my legs and did it harder.
“Beautiful,” he rumbled. “That’s it. Harder, Hanna.”
“I’m going to come,” I whispered.
“You’re gonna wait for me. Ride those wild, honey.” I kept at his fingers. His thumb came out and pressed against my clit, I cried out but kept going. “My girl. So fuckin’ wild. Give that wild to me.”
“Please, honey. I can’t hold on any longer,” I begged.
“Then get my tee off and position for me. Your choice, baby, show me how you wanna take me.”
I instantly pulled his tee off and threw it to the side. I got on my back, opened my legs and he was there, slamming into me.
I rounded him completely with my limbs, lifted up my hips, glided my nails up his back and pleaded, “Harder, Raid.”
“Fuck. Wild. Wet. Mine,” he groaned, his face in my neck.
I felt his teeth scoring gently up a tendon there. I liked that so much that my nails dug in deep, my legs convulsed and my head pressed back. I felt his teeth sink into the flesh of my shoulder where it met my neck and I came apart at the seams.
Raiden was right there with me.
I came down to feel Raid’s lips gliding soft against the flesh his teeth had sunk into, something he did often, branding me, and after, finding a way to soothe my skin with a tenderness that was unreal in its beauty.
I loved it.
I wrapped my arms around him and tightened my legs, and his lips moved up to the skin beneath my ear.
“Pretty sure you broke skin again, wild one,” he muttered with deep, throaty approval.
“I can confirm she did,” a woman’s voice came from the room.
I tensed, blinked, prepared to have a heart attack, but Raiden moved.
He pulled out and rolled off at the same time he yanked the afghan over me and barked, “What the fuck?”
I clutched the afghan to my chest, pushed up, stared at the busty, blonde skank I saw Raiden making out with months before, and my lungs seized.
“Didn’t know whether to clap or join you,” she remarked.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I started chanting for a very, very different reason this time.
“Please fuckin’ tell me you did not walk in my place and watch me fuck my woman,” Raid snarled in a way that anyone in their right minds would say they did not.
She seemed immune. She hitched a hip, planted her hand on it and shared, “I caught, ‘Harder Raid. Fuck, wild, mine,’ but that was enough. Talk in town is right. You’re steppin’ out on me.”
What?
My mind refused to process that. Actually, it refused to process anything. The only thing it could think of was getting the heck out of there.
Immediately.
I sprang from the bed, holding the afghan around me, and raced to my clothes on the floor.
“Hanna, get back in bed,” I heard Raid order, but I had my panties and I was struggling to keep the afghan in place as I pulled them up my legs.
“Hanna?” she sneered. “Jesus, Raid, you do vanilla. This is so disappointing.”
“Bitch, advice. Disappear. Right now and I don’t see you again,” Raiden returned in a warning low that scared the dickens out of me.
I could tell he was moving around, but I was concentrating on yanking up my shorts.
The woman again was immune to Raid’s warning.
“Honey, you feel like adventure, Raid likes it wild and I got time. You just gave him good but you and me together? We’ll blow his mind.”
She was talking to me.
And I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me.
I ignored her and held the afghan up with my teeth as I wrapped my bra around my ribs.
“Meg, not gonna say it again. Get the fuck out,” Raiden growled.
“Talking from experience, sweetie,” she kept ignoring Raid and addressing me, “brought him a friend. He likes it like that. I know ‘cause he came back for more.”
Pain seared through me, but I couldn’t focus on it since I heard a terrified squeak. My head shot back and I watched Raiden, in nothing but cargo pants, zipped but not buttoned, dragging her by her upper arm across the room.
He opened the door and bodily tossed her out onto the landing.
“Swear to fuckin’ Christ, I see your fuckin’ face again, I’ll devote my life to makin’ yours a misery. You feel like testing me, you’ll learn real fuckin’ quick I do not fuck around. And after that shit in there, Meg, I’ll go slow and enjoy every fuckin’ minute of flushin’ your life right down the toilet.” He threatened then finished, “Nod if you get me.”
“All bark, no bite, ‘cept sweet, vanilla Hanna in there. Now she gets your teeth when I thought they were all for me,” she jeered.
It might make me weird, and before this I didn’t care, but I could make Raid lose it often, lose control enough to sink his teeth into me and, as I mentioned, I loved that.
Actually, to be honest, I lived for it.
And it wasn’t just mine.