Page 60 of Speak

As soon as I’m back in my room, I head to the bathroom and brush my teeth.

Not even thirty minutes later, I’m sitting on my couch, my door flies open and Jonas steps through, looking even more distraught than before. His forest eyes land on me and when I get up and step away from him, his arms open up to accept me immediately. I go to him, my arms around his waist and he grabs my hair, yanking it back so hard my scalp burns.

His eyes narrow into slits and the muscles in his jaw tic. The emotions I can feel rolling off him are massively construed of anger, hope, resentment, desire and… his other hand goes up to my throat, squeezing.

I gasp, tears in my eyes.

“Oh, Raven… fuck, I missed you, baby.” My name on his lips breathes life into back into me and I melt against him. “What the fuck did you do, baby, huh?” He nips at my lips, his teeth also freshly brushed and minty. “Open your fucking mouth. Let me in.”

I do and he spits directly onto my tongue. I close my mouth and swallow,gladly.

“Can you taste my lies, baby?” he pulls my hair tighter into his grip, my scalp prickling. I shiver at the tone of his voice, hoarse and angry.

Heat, like molten lava surges through me, settling between my thighs and I run my fingernails down his back. He takes little steps forward and I follow backward, then he licks my lips with his entire tongue like a starved animal and I open my mouth once again to let him in. He consumes everything I am, licking, tasting, moaning into my mouth, growing hard against my belly.

“Why, baby? Why did I lie for you, hmm?” His lips are bruising mine, nipping along my jawline, teeth scraping. His thumb runs up and down the column of my throat, every sensation causing delirium. As murderous as his gaze is, as much as it scares me, I want more. His voice lowers even further to a whisper as he continues kissing me. My nipples are hard, rubbing against my camisole.

I want this, his wrath. I need it.

He bites my earlobe, his voice now a soft purr. “Riordan told me Chase planned on killing you, baby. He sat on the edge of my bed in a fucking towel and told me how Chase planned on seducing you. Did he? Did he fuck what belongs to me? Did he hurt you?”

I shake my head, the back of my legs finally hit the edge of my bed.

“No, he didn’t. I knew he was fucking with me. So, tell me, baby. Tell me all your dirty little secrets andneverkeep them from me again.Showme exactly why I lied to the fucking cops for you. Show me why I went back and erased anything that has to do with you from his phone, cleaned my fingerprints off and then threw it in a fucking bush out of his window. You’re so lucky he didn’t have his phone on him.”

He’s so angry. Violence darkens his eyes. He grabs the hem of my camisole and my arms go up and he pulls it off, inspecting me. “I really was in here last night, you know. I came in, and you were knocked out cold. Even in your sleep you looked exhausted. I climbed into bed with you but not before I saw… oh, that’s right.” He crouches down and pulls down my sweatpants along with my panties.

“These.” He growls and licks along the bruises my victim left behind.

With trembling hands I grab onto his head when his nose gets to my trimmed curls, he inhales deeply and he grabs me by my hips. His eyes open, peering up at me as he shoves me back and I topple over, my spine hitting the firm mattress. He spreads my thighs open, strong hands on the back of my thighs and I balance myself on my elbows to look at the handsome man between my legs the one I want. The one I need to breathe. “Did he kiss you here?”

I bite my bottom lip, afraid of answering.

“Answer me, baby. Did he kiss your pretty little cunt? Did he tongue-fuck what’s mine?”

I nod, a tear, a real tear, leaks out of my eye.

The look in his eyes is crazed. His tone jealous as he growls, “Did you like it? Did he make you cum? Did you scream his name?”

I shake my head.

“No, of course not.” He chuckles and then licks from the bottom of my entrance to the tip of my clit and sucks me into his mouth. My head falls back, eyes crossing at the way he slurps up my cream, the obscene noises he makes. “You taste so fucking good. I’ve been imagining this from the day I saw you pull up from the bell tower.”

His admission warms me, words vibrating against me, lips teasing as he talks, “I need you to forget him ever being between your thighs. Do you understand me?”

I nod eagerly.

“Good. Keep your eyes on me, baby. Just like that.”

He tongues my pussy, flicking, caressing. His lips close over me, hands shoving my thighs down, pulling them farther apart and he sucks me into his mouth, following when I buck against him. I watch as his strong tongues flattens and curls and swirls all over my clit, bringing me so fucking close to the edge. He sucks two of his fingers and tries to shove them into me, but only gets so far. His eyes widen and instead of stopping or even commenting, something like sheer joy spreads across his face. He wiggles his fingers against me, spreads my lips farther and shoves his tongue in and out, penetrating, stretching, playing, tasting, devouring.

It only takes a few more flicks of his tongue on my clit for me shatter in his mouth, bucking, fucking his face.

He pulls me by the tops of my thighs and pulls me to a sitting position. His jeans are down to his ankles, stepping out of them and my eyes widen at the girth of him, a pearly drop at the tip. “Now show me what Harrington taught you, baby. Make me forget, too.”

When I grimace, he leans down to kiss me, my hair once again in his hands.

“Get on your fucking knees, and let me fuck your face, Raven. I’m not asking.” He growls.

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