He let me up but didn’t let me go.
I was still between him and the table when he told his friends to take Arlen to get cleaned up after assuring me she might be hurt, but not killed, which wasn’t really that reassuring at all.
“There’s something I need you to do before we discuss a course of action, but first, turn around.”
I turned to face him, rubbing my jaw, wondering what he was going to do next. Peering up at him, I was once more in awe of him. His beauty was the best illusion I had ever seen. Whoever taught him how to mask his true nature had done a phenomenal job.
He was flawlessly gorgeous on the outside, vile and revolting on the inside.
He was perfection.
I didn’t need anybody to tell me that he was a bad idea that would more than likely end with me being killed. I knew that—it was part of the allure. I knew he would hurt me but that’s what I wanted. It would make up for all the other men who did it without my permission.
I was willing to give myself to a merciless killer, knowing full well what the ramifications could be. I was a grown woman making her own decisions and no one could take that right from me ever again.
I’d followed the rules long enough. I just wanted to find myself. This was too new to know if it would last forever, and it would never be considered normal, but it was my present and I wanted to indulge in it. He was a hazardous risk and a mystery; I’d never been more certain about anything in my life. Whatever this connection was between us, I fucking needed it.
He stepped forward and raised my chin with his knuckle, gently brushing his lips down either side of my face before hovering them over mine. “Sit on the table and spread your legs.”
Keeping my eyes on him, I backed up until the rim of the wooden table was at my ass and hopped up. Still watching him, I parted my legs. With no underwear on, my arousal was put on display.
“Cali,” he tsked at me, gnawing his bottom lip and closing the small distance between us. “Which part made your pussy this wet?”
He braced his hands on my bruised knees and skimmed his lips down my neck. I sucked in a shaky breath, curling my fingers into my palms, fighting the urge to touch him.
“Was it the visual of me fucking you in the ass, watching my friends fuck yours, or the idea of me tearing another woman apart?”
“All of it,” I breathed, turning my head to catch his mouth. I ran my tongue over his lips, seeking entrance, intertwining it with his when he granted it. His large hands gripped either side of my face and he slightly pulled away. “I’m going to push you straight into madness,” he whispered in my ear before dropping to his knees.
“This is mine,” he growled, burying his face between my thighs. He took his time sliding his tongue up and down my slit. “I love the way you taste,” he soughed against me.
I jerked at the feel of him pushing two of his digits inside me and then slowly pulling back out, still freshly sore from the way he’d taken me less than an hour ago.
He latched onto my clit and held it between his teeth, massaging it with the tip of his tongue.
I bit down on my lip to stifle my moans, starting to move my hips against his mouth in rhythm with his languid strokes.
The sound of him feasting on my wet pussy and my untamable whimpers reverberated in the air.
His tongue was just as magical as his dick, making me see colors I didn’t even know existed. I panted as I felt a familiar heat coiling inside me, spreading up my spine.
“Rome,” I groaned, and grabbed the back of his neck, grinding myself against his face. He responded by pulling his fingers out and burying his tongue so deep inside me I felt myself clench around it. He looked up at me with the same intense expression he had when he fucked me on the edge of his bed, and bit down on my clit.
“Oh, Rome,” I repeated on a low moan, falling back to my elbows as the second strongest orgasm of my life washed over me.
He continued, lapping up my come as I writhed against him.
He used his thumb to toy with my swollen nub, pushing me into another orbit of pleasure.
When he stood up and wiped my juices from his face, I was still trembling. He gave me a skewed smirk as I pushed myself into a sitting position and unhurriedly squeezed my legs back together.
His gaze floated to the floor where my necklace had fallen. He scooped it up and secured it back around my neck. I sat still, closing my eyes as he moved my hair and buckled the clasp, smelling myself on his breath.
I opened my eyes when he stepped away, and instantly missed the warmth of his body. “What about you?” I gestured to the visible bulge in his jeans. I admittedly wasn’t a fan of blowjobs, but I wanted him to feel good, too.
He smirked and held out a hand. “You’ll make it up to me later. Come with me.”
I grinned at the obvious double entendre.
After helping me down, he led me back through the refurbished warehouse towards a short hall with a large metal door at the end of it.
I could still feel him between my thighs as I walked, making me want him even more. This mercurial man had the sole ability to turn me into a crazed nymphomaniac.
He’d taken a sex drive that needed a hard kick to sputter at best and smashed it straight to full-throttle. Glancing at him from the corner of my eye, I felt a bit foolish for where my thoughts were drifting. I’d just met him, felt like I’d known him forever, and was already craving more than the lust and attraction.
“Where are you taking me?”
I already had a pretty good idea but I needed something else to focus on besides the way he made me feel, the deal I’d just made, and how totally fucked everything was.
He waited until we reached the end of the hall to answer me.
“I want to show you where I play.” He flashed me a devilish smile and pushed open the door.