Page 31 of Renegade Ruin

“Now it won’t be a problem,” I pant and silently add,For me or anyone else.

Willow’s chest shakes with quiet laughter against mine, the curve of her lips a silent promise I know from experience means she’ll exact her revenge in a way I never thought possible. But I’m too far gone to care.

I hate to admit it, but she was right. This is exactly what I needed.

My arm snakes around her waist, and when I lift, Willow instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. Her curves mold to mine and I love that when my hands find their way back to her ass, they aren’t met with bone, but soft, supple flesh.

Wait, flesh.

Not lace.

Not cotton.

“Willow, where the fuck are your panties?”

Her laugh is like sunshine and sends a zap of lightning straight to my balls.She gives me a look of innocence that is all for show. “They were wet, so I left them on the plane.”

I swoop down, my lips capturing hers, biting harshly on her lower lip until she lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a groan and a gasp. “You absolutely deserve that spanking.”

“It’s a good thing you’d rather be buried deep in my cunt.” She mewls against my lips before devouring them, bruising them in the bone deep way only she can.

Remind me again why I’ve lived in self-imposed celibacy for the last year?

Oh, that’s right, because she’s the only woman who makes my dick hard, and she hasn’t exactly been an option. Fuck, she still isn’t an option. But that’s not a worry for tonight.

Shifting our position, I turn and drop her onto the edge of the hip-height bed, pushing her so she falls onto her back.

Willow giggles, her legs and arms bouncing on the mattress. Her eyes flit down to her legs, and like she knows exactly what she’s doing, she lets her knees fall, revealing the pussy that has played a starring role in nearly all of my solo shower sessions. I bring my fist to my mouth, sinking my teeth into my first finger. She’s a fucking goddess.

“Like what you see?” She props herself up on her elbows and begins to unbutton the flimsy blouse she’s wearing. Her sultry gaze never leaves mine, even as I nod my agreement.

Willow toys with the fabric, pushing it just far enough that I can’t see more than the strap connecting the cups of her bra. “You want to rip this, too, don’t you?”

Holding her gaze, I take a step forward, edging myself between her legs. I lower one of my handsand tug on the bottom of her blouse. “Fuck, you have no idea.”

She laughs again, and I swear it’s magic. My gaze drops lower, following as her delicate fingers reveal inch after inch of her flawless flesh. She’s wearing a white lace bra that pushes her breasts up and is sheer enough that I can see her peaked nipples.

“Fucking hell. If I had known this is what was waiting for me under your clothes, we would have never left the plane.”

Willow shrugs off her blouse and awards me with a teasing smirk. “Choices were made.”

A chuckle rumbles in my chest as I pull out my wallet, followed by the condom I keep there. Her eyes zero in on the foil packet and just before I tug my shirt over my head, I swear I see her wince. I’ve never used a condom with her. Usually because we’ve always been too caught up in the moment and I know she’s on the pill, but that isn’t a boundary I can cross tonight. I might need the distraction, but I also need to remember this isn’t real. It’s chemistry. It’s a distraction. It’s not Kitten and Bishop. It’s Willow and Lawson.

By the time I’m shirtless, any trace ofhurt is gone from her face, and I push it from my mind as I ditch my jeans and boxers.

Willow licks her lips, eyeing the proud display my cock makes. The piercings from my Jacob's ladder glint in the light from the single lamp in the room.She loves the damn piercing as much as I do, and I can’t help but toy with her. “Don’t lick those pretty little lips of yours like you deserve this cock between them.”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “No, I deserve it in my cunt where it belongs.”

My eyes nearly pop from their sockets.

Holy shit, this woman.

A year ago—hell, even six months ago—she wouldn’t have had the balls to meet me in the gutter with such confidence. She’s always told me how she gets off on my filthy mouth, but asking for what she wants—demanding it without me having to coax it from her—that’s new.

And I don’t hate it.

Fuck, I absolutely don’t hate it.

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