Page 34 of Black Hearts
The hand that had been on her hip rose to her neck, and my fingers curled around it snugly. Not hard enough to choke, not how hard I liked to squeeze that little neck of hers, but enough to make her gasp. “I’m going to help you out of those pants and whatever you’ve got on underneath them, and I’m going to worship you and your body the way you deserve.”
Her pale skin flushed an adorable pink color. I wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t like she was naive to my desires and my wants, nor was she a stranger to her own body’s needs. She used to be, but not anymore. I’d helped open her eyes to it.
Or technically helped spread her legs. Whatever.
“What about—what about the others?” Juliet didn’t tell me no. She didn’t fight me or try to move her neck out of my hand’s grip, and I took that as a good sign, that she had forgiven me for everything I’d done, or was on the road to it, at least.
“Oh, I think they’re smart enough to know they should steer clear of this room for a while,” I growled out, releasing her neck and instantly going for the button on those jeans. They hung so low on her hips it was quite silly, so baggy she drowned in them. I worked at undoing the button, then the zipper, and without any help from me, the jeans fell to her ankles, and now she wore only her panties, a simple black pair that covered the most wondrous, addicting part of that body.
I didn’t say anything else; I simply dropped to my knees, kneeling in front of her as I hooked my thumbs through the sides of her panties. I didn’t pull them down right away. I paused, glancing up at her, finding Juliet’s blue gaze staring down at me in wonder. She knew. She knew it right then, without me having to say it.
I was on my knees for her, something I swore up and down I’d never do for anyone, let alone a woman. My father had nailed it into my head, that I shouldn’t ever be the one falling to my knees to please anyone, but there were exceptions to every rule, weren’t there? Juliet was mine. Juliet was always the exception.
And, of course, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the feeling of her skin on mine, if I didn’t miss her presence in my bed at night. I fucking missed it more than anything in the world, and I planned on showing her that. Out of all the money in the world, all the power and respect I commanded, it meant nothing if I didn’t have this girl at my side.
Fuck, I’d been so stupid. So stubborn. But I wouldn’t waste this opportunity. I wouldn’t waste any time we had together again.
With my thumbs hooked through her panties, I pulled them down. Down along her soft thighs, past her trembling knees, letting them drop to her feet inside the pair of pants I’d helped her out of, the panties were out of the way, nothing between us other than my own suit.
But I wasn’t worried about my suit right now.
I wanted this girl so badly I couldn’t see straight. I leaned into her, pressing my lips upon her hip bone, opposite of where the bandage was, and I placed a kiss there. “Get on the bed,” I ordered. The height difference between us was too large; I couldn’t kiss the place I wanted to most while I knelt like this. I supposed it would be more comfortable for her as well to be laying down instead of standing up.
Laying down, Juliet could let go, surrender to me like she’d done so many times in the past. Only this time I wasn’t using her body to further my own pleasure—not yet, anyway. Right now, it was just about her and making her feel good.
As I got up, Juliet sat back. She inhaled sharply when she lay down, her head on a pillow, her legs closed. Those legs would be opening for me soon enough, but I let her keep them closed, walking between the beds and taking in her naked body with a hungry, traveling stare.
Juliet was stunning. Small, but the curves of her hips and tits called out to me more than anything in the world. I could go on and on about her beauty and how her naked body made me feel, but I needed to bury my face between those legs as soon as humanly possible.
I went for the buttons on my suit jacket first, undoing them one by one until I was able to take it off. I folded it, placed it on the nightstand near her prescriptions, and then went for my tie. After loosening it, I pulled it off, setting it on top of the jacket. Next came my watch.
All the while, I never tore my eyes off Juliet. This was a ritual that typically happened before I did anything messy, before a kill or torturing someone, before beating into someone for doing something they shouldn’t have been doing. Like kidnapping my girl.
But here and now, it was different. An unusual feeling sat in my lower half, a bone-deep yearning I knew could only be sated by feeling her beneath me.
One thing at a time.
I took off my belt then my shoes and socks, but nothing more. I left my button-up shirt on, along with my pants. Though my cock had begun to harden the moment I laid eyes on her delicious figure, I knew if I freed it, I might be tempted to move past the worshiping stage of this far too quickly—and that just wouldn’t do.
I crawled on the bed, careful to not jostle her too much, all too aware that she was injured and therefore I had to be cautious of how rough I was with her. I didn’t want to hurt her.
We locked eyes. “Tell me if I’m hurting you,” I whispered. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
Juliet could only nod once, but that was fine. I wasn’t normally the kind of man who liked taking direction, especially when it involved fucking or the lead up to it, but today… I think we both knew everything was different today.
I forced her thighs apart, spreading those legs and baring her most delicious part to me. She quivered beneath my touch, her eyelids fluttering shut, as if she couldn’t help but be pliant and willing under me. I supposed that’s how things had started to spiral, when I’d first had her brought to me. She’d given into me straight away, let me play with her, toy with her, while showing my dominance.
And now… now I was here to show her I could be more, could do more than that.
I didn’t hesitate. I lowered my head to my destination, my tongue slipping out. The moment I swirled my tongue around her clit, Juliet sucked in a sharp breath. I devoured her like I dreamed of doing all during the drive, licking up along her slit, sucking her clit, taking pleasure in every single sound I got her lungs to make.
Her body was weak to mine. She didn’t stop me, not even when my tongue dipped inside her pussy to taste her. She mewled, her fingers clenching in the sheets below us. I ate her out like she was my chosen dessert, my favorite flavor.
And she was. Juliet Osborne was mine. Every single inch of her, inside and out. This pussy? I owned it. I owned her. I had brought her into this life. I was her savior.
Even if I had failed her recently, she was mine. I wasn’t going to let her forget that. Keeping myself from her had been too difficult, far too hard for me. Letting the others have her, claim her as their own… that had been even harder, because I still viewed her as mine. I think I always would. Nothing could change the way I felt about this girl, the possessive quality in me that came about any time she was near.
It didn’t take long for Juliet to get wet, and not from my saliva. Her slickness told me her inner core was ready to take my cock, but I wouldn’t be satisfied until I brought her to the brink and back again, make her come on my tongue and unravel for me.
