Page 80 of Tick Tock, Boom!

He didn’t say a word as he lifted me into his arms, his lips crashed into mine with such violent need I forgot how to breathe. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist, and I dug my fingers into the leather stretching over his back. I could taste him. There was something dangerous and something feral that lived only between us. He kissed me as if he couldn't get enough of me, as if she were trying to consume the very air I breathed. I had no choice but to surrender everything I was to him.

His tongue found mine and I sucked on it, loving his deep groan. My body was already shaking from the aftershocks of what he'd done to me just minutes ago. My pussy still ached, soaked and throbbing, needy for more. I didn't want him to be soft with me or gentle. I wanted him rough, and I wanted to be owned.

He kicked the door open to my bedroom with his boot, the frame rattling, and carried me straight to the bed. My lips never left him, my tongue licking into his mouth like I couldn't get enough. He tasted like sex and violence barely leashed. Like something wild enough to ruin me, and I wanted it all.

He dropped me on the bed, making me bounce on the mattress. I looked up at him, beneath dark lashes. Tick Tock stood at the foot of the bed, tearing his shirt off over his head. My breath caught in my throat.

God, he was beautiful in the most brutal way. Not perfect. Not airbrushed.

Feral.

Tattooed muscle flexed over broad shoulders, scars licking down his side, lean abs rippling. The thick ink curled over his chest, and I read his skin like a book. There were skulls, a clock with hands shattered, a serpent entwined around the blade of a dagger, and each tattoo carved into his skin was followed by a scar. Knife wounds on his back, bullet holes along his side, his arm, and his chest. He still wore a bandage over the one I'd given him, and my throat tightened. I wanted to touch every inch of him, relearn him, lick him, and claim every part of who he now was.

His jeans dropped, and my eyes fell to what he had for me between his legs. His cock was hard, thick, proud, and my mouth went dry.

He crawled onto the bed, slow and deliberate, like a predator ready to feast. And I was his trembling prey, lying still just waiting to be devoured.

My hands shook as I covered my bare breasts, nipples already taut and begging. He watched every movement, dark eyes, ravenous.

"Don't you dare," he growled.

I hesitated, slowly parting my legs for him, lying bare for him, and feeling completely exposed. His calloused fingers wrapped around my ankle, dragging me toward him, and then he flipped me onto my belly. A sharp slap landed on my ass, and I gasped.

"That's for leaving."

Another.

"That's for not waiting."

And again.

"And that's for walking around with these wet little panties pretending you're not mine."

I whimpered into the sheets, my body lighting up with each strike, the sting curling into pleasure.

His hand slid around my neck, fingers tightening just enough to hold me still as he pressed his cock between my thighs.

"Tell me, Kitten, do you still want Daddy to take care of you?"

I moaned, arching back into him.

"Say it."

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered, breathless.

He growled, deep and low, his cock jerking against my slick heat. "Fuck, you don’t know what that does to me."

He teased me with the tip, circling my entrance, then pulled away. I whimpered again.

"Not yet. You’re not ready. I want to see you fall apart first."

He flipped me onto my back again, sliding down between my thighs. His tongue ran along the seam of my pussy, licking slow, savoring me.

"I missed this pussy, Kitten. I missed the way she tastes."

He sucked my already sensitive clit into his mouth again and then bit gently. I cried out, my hips bucking. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him, a second meal for him to enjoy. And fuck, was I ever.

He licked slow, filthy circles around my clit, moaning like I was his favorite flavor. Then he slid his fingers inside me, curling just right, torturing me again until I was shaking, begging.

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