Page 54 of Wild Stars

I know the way the shadows fall across his skin when he’s tied up in ribbon, I know what his lips feel and taste like.

I can only imagine how beautiful he would look in my ropes, those perfect lips parted, waiting for a taste of me.

I know the deep, sexy sound of his voice when he’s fucked up and the sweet, rambling energy that is therealDare, and I know the beauty of his voice with nothing to dilute it.

I know his scent, the depth of his gaze, and the way he has somehow destroyed me and my fucking resolve.

I cannot deny Dare Wylde is truly a heart killer, and I am bleeding out.

I need a medic, stat.

I fight the urge to come, remembering the last time I came so close to release, with Dare grinding his cock against me, telling me he was going to make mebeg for it.

For him.

But the fantasy is too hard to ignore when I bury my face into my pillow, and smell cheap cologne.

He was in this bed.

Mybed.

The realization that he was so close, yet so far away, mingles with the ache in my soul, in my damn balls.

I roll over onto my knees, fucking my fist with steady rhythm as thoughts of Dare Wylde pull me underneath dark, undulating waves.

Not hard enough.

Yes, sir.

I’m going to fucking make you beg for it.

His words circle my brain, and I can’t fight anymore.

Warm, thick release fills my fist as I curse his name, and I groan in ecstasy and collapse against my satin sheets.

Every muscle in my body goes numb.My hips echo their dying thrusts as I come hard against the smooth sheets, breathing in his lingering scent like a blissful toxin.When I am finished, I groan as I roll over to open my nightstand drawer, snagging a couple of tissues, if only to clean up myself and the wicked wet spot that screams with the repercussions of my guilt.

My heart beats so loud in my chest, it is like a drum.When I am clean, I toss the tissues into the garbage can beside the table, then I curl my arms around the pillow that smells like Dare, and I whisper the words that come so easily as I drift off to sleep.

“Burning like a supernova

Burning bright, but so far,

Devour me, covet me

And I will bring you the moon, my wild star...”

CHAPTER14

Dare

I stare at my ceiling,trying to convince myself I can see the stars instead of a white, boring ceiling with peeling paint.

Because as I lay here, Matty’s bedroom is all I can think about.

Well, if I’m being honest, the bed I woke up in is notallI can think about.

I close my eyes as I work my cock, knowing the release will help me sleep.

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