Page 56 of Renegade Ruin

I inhale a sharp breath when I see the tattoos on Bishop’s left thigh. Each of the individual tattoos holds a special meaning to him. Each of which he explained to me. The bottom of his leg houses the ink he got to commemorate his family, while the space on his thigh is for the moments that have changed his life.

Just like when I saw him in the hotel, my eyes dart across his exposed flesh, looking for any new ink he might have added, but I find none.

“You like what you see?” Bishop grins.

Instead of dignifying him with an answer, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and slide them from root to tip, dragging my fingertips over the metal bars on the underside of his shaft and eliciting a delicious hiss from Bishop.

“What do you need?” I whisper, echoing his question.

“This.” His hand cups my pussy. “This body with these perfect fucking curves, reminding me the world might be burning around us, but I’ve got this to hold on to.”

Fuck. So much for keeping my feelings locked tight. He can’t say shit like that and expect me to stay impartial.

I’m about to tell him as much, but I’m rendered speechless when he dips his body, wrapping his free hand around my waist, and picks me up. The surprise move forces me to drop his cock and hang onto him so I don’t fall. He presses me into the door at the same time he slides my panties aside and notches his cock at my entrance.“Wrap your legs around me, Kitten. Make room for me.”

“Please,” I beg, writhing my hips forward, seeking the friction only he can give me.

“Tell me again,” he says, thrusting only his head into me.

“Fuck me.” I whimper followed by another panted, “Please.”

We’re both panting as he works his shaft a little deeper with each thrust until he’s completely seated within me, his piercings stretching me further than any other man ever has.

“Don’t stop,” I moan, only minimally aware that between my pleas and the sound of our naked flesh slapping together, we aren’t exactly hiding what we are doing.

“I couldn't even if I wanted to, Kitten.” Bishop rocks his hips harder and faster, his eyes darkening as he reaches up and wraps his hand around the base of my throat.

I tip my chin up, giving him more of me to hold.

“New rule,” he growls, spearing me with his cock. “This pussy is mine until we’re done with this arrangement.”

I whimper, nodding against his hand as my orgasm starts to tug low in my core.

“Say it, Kitten,” he rasps, his breath hot against my temple. “Tell me no other man will have this.”

“Bishop—”

He angles his hips in a way that hits the deepest part of me at the same time as his pubic bone slams against my clit with every thrust.

“Oh my God,” I cry, digging my nails into his shoulder.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” I moan. “No one else.”

If only it were true.

He pulls back, a wicked smirk on his face. “Good girl. Now come for me.”

Those damn words, paired with the way he tightens his grip, restricting my air supply, have me racing over the edge. My body trembles, my pussy tightening around him like a vise, and suddenly I’m floating.

Bishop pounds into me once, twice, and on the third thrust cries out, coming inside me.

When we’re both no longer shaking, he slides from inside me and sets me on the ground. He pulls up his pants and buckles them before dropping to his knees to right my panties and skirt.

Not that it helps much. I can feel the evidence of what we just did seeping past the flimsy fabric down my thigh.

He stands in front of me and drops his forehead to mine, letting slip a small hum of appreciation.

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