The bite must be what breaks her though because she moans in return.
“I need it. I need you. Please, James... Please don’t torture me anymore,” she cries, the weakness in her voice giving me renewed strength.
I know without a doubt now that she’s truly does need this. Needs me and everything I give her.
Pushing in deep, I slide slowly out of her before I slam right back in. My hips starting to move hard and fast against her.
Again, I can feel the aching urge to explode inside of her building, but I hold back.
Not yet…
Not fucking yet.
“Fuck,” I hiss loudly.
The way she’s bucking against my cock, I know she’s going to break through to the abyss soon.
Releasing her nipple, my hand closes around her neck. Slowly I apply pressure to the sides, cutting off the blood to her head.
Her gasping comes out quieter and quieter, but she still has enough air to whisper. Telling me to give it to her. Give it to her harder.
Using her throat as a handle, I yank her back against my hips.
Forcing her to fuck me back.
Guiding her body, I slam her down on my cock each time I drive myself inside her for maximum impact.
Bouncing between me and the wall, her legs begin to tremble and she gasps for air. Her hands clawing at the stone for purchase.
She’s close… so fucking close I can taste it.
“Are you going to come, brat?” I snarl as I fuck her without mercy.
My thrusts so hard and fucking violent, I can already tell my hips are going to fucking ache tomorrow.
“Yes,” she whispers, sounding breathless.
Her throat is probably raw from the way I’m nearly choking the shit out her.
Flattening her against the wall with my weight, I finally release my grip on her neck. She’s still conscious, but I can tell from experience that the loss of blood has made her woozy and lightheaded.
And I want her grounded.
Grounded and fully aware of what I’m forcing on her.
Rubbing her clit again to push her over the edge, she suddenly stills against me, fighting it again.
Fighting against me.
I nearly scream.
My cock is dying to fucking explode, and she will give me what I need.
“Come for me, Sophia,” I shout and slap her clit hard.
Screeching, she bucks against me like a wild animal and finally gushes all over me. Nails scratching at the wall, her pussy squeezes around me, spasms, and floods my cock with liquid warmth.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I throw my head back and roar to the fucking heavens as I finally unleash my load.
Pumping her drenched pussy full of my hot cum.
I come so hard, I swear a piece of my fucking soul shoots out of my cock and I see stars.
There’s so much cum between us, I feel it dripping down my own thighs when I finally still against her.
Breathing hard, like I just sprinted a mile, I wrap my arm around her middle as she goes limp. I don’t know if I fucked her unconscious or what, but she’s breathing, so I count that as a good sign that I didn’t fuck her to death.
Moving us over to the bench, I sit down with her still impaled on my cock. My own fucking cum leaking all over me.
“Fucking devil’s gates,” I breathe out loud.
“You’re such a dick,” she wheezes breathlessly before slumping against my chest with a giggle. “A frat boy dick.”
I know she’s only teasing me, and normally, I’d let it go.
But fuck, I could really go for a round two.
Growling, I grab her by the hips, lift her up, and slam her back down.
My cock still rock-fucking-hard.
“Oh my god, James,” she squeals and claws at my shoulders, trying to get her balance. “What the hell? Don’t you ever go soft?”
Lifting her up and slamming her back down again, I grunt, “Not when I’m with you.”
Slipping out of bed right after midnight, I look down at my phone and debate the call I’m about to make. I hate calling Simon most days, but lately we’ve been less at odds and more on the same wavelength.
That bothers me.
It’s my job to get under his skin and I can’t do that when I’m working so well with him.
Sophia and I finally went through most of her dad’s files, and I gleamed all the information I could from them. There’s simply too much in there to process. The one file on Sophia alone gives us a shit ton of information that we most likely didn’t have, and that it was Cronin who got it fucks with me.
How did we miss this shit?
Pressing the connect button, the phone rings twice before an irritated woman’s voice comes on the line. “Why, dear boy, are you constantly harassing my husband in the middle of the night?”
I really want to say something snarky to my dear, dear sister Meredith, but I refrain. “Because I get to hear your lovely voice. Have you come to your senses yet? Ready to move out of that germaphobe’s house?”
“Funny, James,” she drawls out. “Did you finally grab that cute little blonde you’ve been following around like a lost puppy?”
I sputter, that question catching me completely by surprise.
Fuck…
Meredith laughs a sultry laugh. “What can my husband do for you?”
Clearing my throat, I switch right back to business. “Tell him I have Cronin’s personal laptop, and it has the connections we were searching for.”
I almost leave it at that but decide to add at the last second, “Also let him know he’s got competition.”
Simon comes on the line almost instantly. “How did you get that!”
I guess I was on speakerphone.
“Sophia slipped it off to a friend before she moved in here. The cops stationed at her house were snooping around too much,” I explain. “Amanda was the one who cracked the passwords. She also knows more than she’s telling anyone if I judged her right.”
“Dammit,” Simon growls into the phone. “She’s snooping around?”
“Yeah. I told her to head over to Oscar’s in a couple days.”
“Why on earth would you do that?” he asks after a long pause.
“We need replacements, Simon. She might have that spark that Lucifer sees in us. If not, he’ll control her in a way that keeps us all safe.”
“Numbers, James. Out of one hundred, what are your feelings on this?” Simon says.
“Ninety-Eight.”
“I’ll monitor her progress,” Simon says, putting an end to the matter.
“Good,” I say, glad that’s done with. “You need to come get the laptop and run it through your database. Sophia’s dad kept notes on everything that came across his desk. He was meticulous, Simon.”
“I’ll be there in forty-five minutes,” he says and hangs up.
Packing up the laptop, I double-check to make sure the copy I made of the hard drive is pulled and sitting in my desk drawer. It’s not that I don’t trust Simon to pass the information on to me when he finds stuff, but it’s always a good idea to keep a copy of shit like this.
Some day I might have Sophia go through it with me and see if she can help me spot anything else we might have missed.
Pacing around the living room, I feel Sophia’s presence behind me in the dark room long before she speaks my name.