She licked her lips. “Maybe you still should—”
“I’ll monitor the situation. As of right now, I see a kid who’s breaking. Who wants to make a difference but doesn’t know how to. I do.”
“You want to help him,” she whispered, her eyes wide.
With her curls tossed around her shoulders, her beautiful face puckered in concern for me, her belly out, and her tits almost in view too, I already knew I was looking at my soul mate.
That night she’d come back to West Orange was my lucky fucking week.
If she thought I’d ever do anything to jeopardize my good fortune, she was insane.
Okay, well, she was already insane, but… I knew what I meant.
“I do want to help him,” I confirmed.
“Do the others?”
I shrugged. “Not really. They’re mostly concerned about him going to the Feds. That’s what he’s using as leverage. He ain’t saying it, but it’s clear he’s trying to make that his bargaining chip.”
“So why the fuck aren’t you worried?”
I smirked. “He shouldn’t play fucking poker.”
“Can’t bluff?”
“No. Not for shit.” I patted her belly. “This is our future we’re talking about though, and I’m not enough of a moron to make these decisions without your input.”
Her throat bobbed. “You mean that?”
“I do.”
She let out a cry and her arms flung around my neck. Her mouth glued itself to mine, and even though I wanted to finish this conversation, I didn’t even try to.
Her tongue thrust into my mouth and she grabbed my hands and shoved them back to her tits as she started grinding into me.
Her own fingers delved between us, releasing my cock which—no matter the topic—was always hard as a pike when she was semi-naked around me.
The second she grabbed it, I hissed into her lips as she jacked me off.
Her hold was rougher than usual.
The piercings didn’t hurt, but with a bad handjob, they could.
The way she jerked me off was enough to have me squirming as a dash of pain tainted my pleasure.
Red flashed behind my eyes as she pinched the tip, her thumb finding the divot where pre-cum was flooding from my cock.
Because all she wore was an oversized tee and a pair of panties, access was easy. I left one hand to tease her nipple, with the other slipping between her legs. I thrust a finger between her folds over the crotch, and she growled into my lips, spreading her thighs wider as she drifted further up my lap.
I tugged one side of the panties away, letting my thumb rub her clit, and wasn’t surprised when she hurriedly arched up then sank down on my dick.
The moment her softness conceded defeat to my hardness, we both groaned into each other’s mouths.
I felt every single piercing rub against her tender pussy, and she whimpered as she made tiny rocking motions that made sure she’d take every inch.
The Jacob’s ladder wasn’t much of a measuring system now, more like a competitive chart that Giulia always wanted to beat.
I wasn’t about to complain about her ‘die-trying’ attitude.
When she bottomed out, she pulled back and nipped my lip. Her teeth clamped down on it, tugging it away from mine as she gnawed on it like a dog with a bone.
When she angled up again and started to ride me, she let go and laved it with her tongue, digging into the minute grooves she made.
I let my hands drop to her ass, and fingers digging into her cheeks, I encouraged her to ride me.
A growl escaped her as I started to pound into her from below, and she moaned, head falling back.
I could no more ignore that offering than I could hold back a grunt as pleasure bolted through my veins.
Reaching up, I started to kiss her neck. Finding all the spots I knew that got her hot, sucking and tasting and teasing as I nipped and did everything I fucking could to make her melt.
I knew before she did when she was about to come.
But I didn’t just tease her—I gave her back what she’d given to me.
I bit down, hard.
Hard enough that she squealed.
Hard enough that she froze.
Hard enough that, when she detonated around my cock, it stunned the fuck out of both of us.
Quickly, I sped up too and groaned out my own release as her pussy went mad around me.
As she dragged every drop of cum from my balls, it was only then that I let go.
When I did, I saw…
Jesus.
I pulled back in shock, and her eyes were dazed as she took me in.
Her thumb moved to my lips, and she gently rimmed my mouth with her nail. Before I could even think to apologize, she leaned over and let her tongue take the same path as her thumb had.
“That’s new,” she whispered, licking her lips.
Staring at the smeared scarlet residue, I rasped, “I’m so fucking sor—”
She didn’t let me finish. “Don’t be.”
“I made you bleed—”
“And you made me come harder than ever.” She squeezed down on me. “That was fucking electric.”
It was, but I’d made her bleed.
God help me—
“Shh,” she chided. Her hand cupped my chin now. “I’d have stopped you if I wanted to. Instead…” She purred, repeating, “That was electric.”
When she flopped to the side, I caught her, and I realized she was addled.
Whether it was endorphins or hormones, I didn’t fucking know. But I urged her to rest against me. It was awkward because of her belly, but I made it work.
How long she lay there like that, I didn’t fucking know, but I stared up at the ceiling, wondering what in the hell kind of animal I was that I could do that to her.
“Stop thinking. It’s too noisy,” she grumbled a while later.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“Don’t be.” Blinking at me as she pulled back, she muttered, “I want you to do that again when it’s healed.”
My mouth rounded. “Are you crazy?”
She smirked. “You know the answer to that already.” Her hand came to my mouth again and she pressed a finger to my lips to quiet me. “You want to build a place, we’ll build a place. You want to move onto the compound, we’ll move onto the compound. You want to train this kid, you train him. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy. You got that?”
I swallowed, staring at the bruised, broken flesh. “I do.”
“Good.” She tapped my mouth. “Next time you bite, do that again. You got that too?”
Uneasily, I shook my head, but her finger moved with the motion.
“Nyx?” Her eyes flashed at me. “Do I look like I’m afraid of you?”
Nostrils flaring, I bit off, “No.”
“Then listen to me. I was more scared of your dick the first time I saw it than I am of your love bite.” Her lips twisted as she darted forward and kissed me again.
I had no idea what I’d done to deserve this woman. Whether it was the Catholic or Muslim God or the gods that Quin believed in, I knew that someone, somewhere, was watching over me the day they’d set her on my path.
I'd do anything to keep her safe.
Anything.
She thought she knew that—but she didn't.