Page 110 of The Vigilant

“Fuck.” He breathed out the curse, but when I felt his hands pull away, I turned my head, my eyes finding him behind me just as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Once again, I was struck speechless by the breadth of his chest. The stack and swell of muscles that had been strengthened for an entire lifetime before I even came into the world. The small but unmistakable numbers printed into hisskin, a mark of duty to the friends he’d lost that would never leave him.

And then there was the red, puckered flesh slowly molting into a scar on his side. My mark. Jagged and rough and not neat at all yet.

His belt came next, and I didn’t miss the way he stared at my ass as the leather threaded through his fingers, itching to leave its lash on my skin.

But it was the pop and peel of his zipper that did him in. The feel of freedom for his cock that made his eyes grow hooded and the veins on the side of his neck gallop with their own beat.

And for me, I was panting by the time he lowered his jeans and underwear. The length of him hung heavy, the metal studs winking in the light.

I groaned and blurted out, “I have an IUD,” when I saw his eyes flick to his nightstand.

Those hot, dark eyes snapped to me.

My jaw went slack, watching him move back behind me as long as I could until the only view I had was along my trembling stomach and between my spread thighs.

I arched my back higher, greedy for the sight of his big cock hanging between them.

“You want me bare inside you, little wasp?”

I’d long ago decided that I’d never view sex or sexuality as a weakness, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that a few weeks ago, the idea of being in this position for a man—of wanting to be on my knees and spread wide on display for him—would’ve been something I would’ve considered a vulnerability.

But now here with him, hearing the ragged exhale of his breath and seeing the desperation of his grip as it closed around his naked cock, I felt nothing short of absolute power.

“Yes,” I whimpered as he placed his other hand on my sore ass, his fingers sliding down to

“I’ve never been bare inside anyone before,” he rumbled low, and I choked first on the thought and then on the feeling of his blunt head pressing to my entrance.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged, feeling another tear leak down my cheek as I tried to rock back onto him.

His hand on my ass tightened, the pressure on the sore flesh enough to make me wince.

“Stay still for me,” he ordered. “You’re too tight, and I’m too fucking hard. I have to go slow.” As if to convince me, he pushed inside me, the warm bloom of pressure spreading out from my core. “That’s it, my little wasp. Take me slow so I don’t rip apart your perfect cunt.”

I didn’t know how I was still breathing—if I was still breathing. His words overwhelmed me just as much as the feel of him entering me did.

I didn’t get a chance to wonder what to expect with his piercings before I felt the first metal stud slip inside me, hot and hard in a completely different way than his cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, and before he could stop himself, I felt his hips jerk and the second bar stretch inside me.

I gasped, pleasure and pain rioting in my core.

“Shit,” he grunted. “You’ve got to relax for me, little wasp, or I won’t fit.”

I whimpered, unsure how to relax. There was no room to relax. He was too big to relax.

“Rub your clit.”

My hand moved soundlessly to where we were joined, finding the swollen bud so sensitive at the first brush. With just a few strokes, pleasure oozed over me in waves of warm tingles.

“That’s it,” he cooed. “Good girl.”

His praise had my body melting even further, enough that the pressure built again as he pushed deeper.

“How many bars was that, little wasp?” he ground out. “Count them for me if you want them all.”

My mouth worked open and shut for a second before it formed the answer that I immediately second-guessed. “Three.”

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