“No,” she cut me off. “I get it. You won't promise not to kill me. Fine. I can accept that. Honestly, part of me was prepared for that possibility.” A cynical aura slid over her. “I just want you to tell me that you won't put my body in a fucking barrel.” Genuine distress mixed with the fuzzy edges of her growing desire. “Don't do that to me, Kite. Please don't go that far.”
How strong was this woman that she could admit she was ready to face her own death to get what she wanted? How deep did her scars go and why did they excite me so much?
Marina was drawing me in, and in doing so, she was losing herself.
I recognized the rawness in her throaty breathing. The red tinge to her mouth and skin.
I loved it.
My answer was an explosion of hands and teeth and one strained groan. Fuck, I'd needed to kiss her for far too long.
She gasped, trying to taste me and talk simultaneously. “Say you won't! Say it!”
I removed her coat carelessly. We both heard stitches tearing. “No barrel, no acid. I swear it.”
Marina's fingers dove for my jacket, ripping it open and letting it fall. “Is this... should we be doing this again? We shouldn't, right?” she asked huskily.
“No,” I agreed, shoving myself against her. “This is a fucking awful idea.” My cock thickened in my pants. She couldn't avoid the firmness of my raging erection as I rubbed it against her hip.
She whimpered, a palm slipping across my stomach. “Why do it, then?”
“Because I'm the king of fucking bad ideas.” Snaking fingers down, grasping her waist, I growled against the dip of her shoulder. “I need to have you. I can't help myself, and I don't want to try.” Her body tensed under me, I pressed her against the wall with my weight. “Tell me to stop. If you really don't think we should do this... tell me to stop.”
Her nails knotted up in the hem of my shirt. “You'd really stop if I asked?”
My smirk went ear to ear. I glided it along her trembling jugular. “No. I wouldn't.”
Spinning her, I pushed her face against the cracked wall. We'd leave new cracks by the time we were finished.
Marina was shaking, her ass pushing urgently against my hard-on. I loved knowing that she wanted this as badly as I did. We'd tip-toed around each other for days, as if that would fix anything.
Me, a man who had killed and would certainly kill again. And her, a woman who recognized I was deadly, but here she was, moaning for me.
We were broken, and we knew it.
Reaching around, I cupped her breasts, felt the wire in her bra. It came away without looking, the black garment falling to the floor. Through the texture of her shirt, I thumbed her already firm nipples. Her answering purr was glorious.
My cock pulsed, screaming for air.
One hand unbuttoned her jeans, the other my own pants. Simultaneously, we were bare from the waist down. I took a single eyeful of her round, plump ass and felt my whole center throb. I dug my fingers in, watching the soft flesh as I kneaded.
Marina whimpered when I spread her ass cheeks, tugging her panties into the crease. Pushing on her lower back, I forced her to arch. The motion revealed the appetizing sight of her * from behind, silken panties clinging to her lips. This woman—she was designed to lull my senses.
Stroking between her thighs, I felt the soaked cloth. “Ah,” she whispered, breathing so hard I couldn't hear anything else.
Rocking my hips pushed my erection into the dip of her ass. Grinding, I liked what I felt—but I wanted a better visual. Peeling my boxers down, my cock bounced into view, heavy with its arousal.
“Kite,” she mewled, bucking into me and ruining my self-control. She dug my stiff length between her plush cheeks. The sight had my heart on the verge of exploding. I ached to feel her tight cunt again.
“You're ridiculous,” I groaned, ripping her panties until they shredded, becoming useless fragments on the kitchen floor. The elastic snapped, Marina gasped, and I could hear nothing but the blood in my ear drums. “How? How are you so perfect?” I asked, pushing her supple legs apart with my palms.
Her * spread, pink and tempting.
Sliding my cock along her entrance, I saw strings of her juice clinging to the veined length. Each slow stroke stole more of her, until my whole cock was shining without even going inside.
Leaning away, I watched the web of stickiness follow me. It tied us together, connected us at our most primal parts.
Glancing over her shoulder, Marina eyed me with passion bordering on anger. She didn't like how long I was taking. “Stop teasing me, Kite.”
“I like teasing you.” Gripping her wide hips, I yanked her against me. Pre-come dripped from my swollen cock-head, glistening on her ass cheek. “I like hearing you pant, and moan, and feeling your nerve endings go haywire.” I liked everything about this girl.
Except for her future.
Groaning low, she went to push off the wall and turn. Smoothly, I wrapped her hair in one hand and shoved her back on the cool surface. Her tiny squeak had my cock growing harder, impossibly harder.