Page 26 of Born into Mayhem
“She’d appreciate hearing that from you. I already told her she didn’t let you down, but I’m not sure she fully believes me. We both know she puts you on a pedestal.”
“She’s the only person on the planet who would,” he says with a laugh. “Ever since she was born, she’s been following me around. Even after everyone else realized something was off with me, she never seemed to care. She’s never treated me any differently. None of the others have, that’s not what I’m saying, but with Mia it’s always been different. She’s not scared of me,” he says like he still can’t fully believe it, and then he smiles and adds, “like at all.”
“You’re her older brother,” I tell him. “She knows you’d never hurt her, and she trusts you completely.”
“I would never hurt her,” he agrees, “and that includes protecting her from men who could potentially break her heart. She’s not like me. She feels things, even if she likes to pretend that she doesn’t. Don’t break her fucking heart, Dario.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” I finish the last of my whiskey,my mind quickly going back to my bed, wondering if she’s still awake and cursing myself for not insisting she take a few painkillers.
Sasha starts to walk off. “I’ve already told my dad that Mia’s sleeping on my couch tonight. I’ll come pick her up in the morning.”
“Sounds good,” I tell him, even though I know the plan has already been decided. I’m used to being in charge, but over the last few months Mia has slowly been turning everything in my life on its ass, and now is no exception.
After her brother leaves, I tell myself that I’m just going to go up and check on her and then I’ll grab what I need and sleep in the spare room, but as soon as I open the door and see her curled up in my bed, my legs start moving, closing the distance between us before I’ve even made the conscious decision to do so.
With her eyes closed, she looks completely at peace. All the usual tension she holds in her body and face is gone, and I can’t resist reaching down to brush a strand of hair off her cheek so I can see her better. Her skin is so fucking soft, and when I trail my finger lightly up her face, she lets out a whisper-soft moan but doesn’t wake up.
I lightly graze the piercings that run up her ear, and my thoughts immediately go to the nipple piercings I know she has and the clitoral hood piercing that I’m almost positive she has. I’m intrigued by this woman in a way that I’ve never experienced before, and I love that she’s constantly surprising me in new ways.
A fucking pussy piercing, Jesus Christ.
My desire to do a Google search is strong. I want to know every single thing about it and what exactly the perks of having one are. Obviously, it makes her come easily, but I want all the details, and I want to take my time exploring it and learning everything I can about it. I refuse to look to the internet for answers, though. I don’t want to see pictures of someone else’s piercing. I want to seehers. I want to learn fromher, and that’s a realization that nearly knocks me on my ass. I don’t get attached to women. As heartless as it sounds, they’ve been pretty interchangeable my entire life. I didn’t really care who it was as long as she was willing and I was in the mood. It’s not like that withMia. She couldn’t be just anyone in my bed right now. She couldn’t be switched out for someone else without me caring.
I don’t want anyone else. I just want her.
While I’m having the biggest epiphany of my life, she lets out a soft snore and rolls onto her back, completely oblivious to the fact that my entire world just changed and that she’s now the very center of it. Unsure what the fuck I’m supposed to do with this revelation, I scrub a hand over the back of my neck, trying to rub out some of the tension as I make my way into the bathroom.
I take my time in the hot shower, but I refuse to do anything about my aching cock. After she came on my chair the other night, I’d jerked off harder than I ever have, and I refuse to do it again. The next time I come, it’s going to be inside her, which is apparently happening in two weeks’ time.
When I step out of the bathroom, I’m in nothing but a pair of joggers, and I’m willfully ignoring the voice in my head that’s telling me I need to get my ass to the spare room. Instead, I walk over to my bed, stopping when I see the mess Mia’s made of it. I don’t know what in the hell kind of dream she’s been having, but it looks like she’s been fighting for her life. The covers have been kicked off, but the sheet is still hooked around one of her legs. I watch in fascination as she flails around, letting out an angry huff of air before she gives another kick, freeing her leg of the fabric restraint before she lays spread eagle in the center of my king-size bed. She must’ve taken her pants off before she fell asleep, because she’s in nothing but her thin bra and a pair of pink boy shorts that she manages to make look sexier than any lacy lingerie could ever be. I love that she’s so tough but still likes to wear pink. She’s the perfect mix of everything, and I can’t get enough.
“Jesus,” I whisper, running my eyes over her, greedily taking in every inch of her toned young body. As violent of a sleeper as she is, she’s also a heavy one and remains in a deep sleep when I get on the bed and crawl my way over to her. As if she can sense me, she lets out a heavy breath and hikes one knee up and to the side. I freeze in place at the sight of her spread open for me like this, and when I see a smallswell beneath the fabric of her boy shorts, my breath catches in my throat, and my pulse starts to race. I couldn’t back away now even if I wanted to. I know I’m seeing proof of her piercing, and god help me I want to see more.
My hands fist the messed-up sheet around me so I don’t rip her boy shorts from her body and bury my head between her legs. Even though I can’t touch, it doesn’t mean I have to stop. Leaning in closer so my face is only inches from the pussy that in my mind I’ve already claimed, I breathe in her sweet scent, getting close enough so my nose very lightly grazes the pink cotton fabric. She lets out a soft moan but doesn’t wake.
Completely lost to her, I brace my hands on either side of her and take another deep inhale. My cock strains against my joggers, painfully hard and soaked in my own pre-cum, and all I can do is grit my teeth and try not to lose my mind. She’s going to be the end of me. Hell, she already has been in so many ways, but what still remains of me is hers. I know it with a certainty that’s as unrelenting as it is unnerving.
Before I force myself away, I press a soft kiss to her boy shorts—right where her piercing is—and the moment I feel the metal beneath, there’s a blade at my throat. My body tenses, lips still pressed against her center, hands still fisting the sheet, and cock still very much about to explode.
“You’re lucky my sleepy brain realized it was you.” Her voice is thick with sleep and sexy as hell, but even though she knows it’s me, she keeps the knife pressed to my throat.
I lift up just enough so I can speak. “I should’ve realized you’d sleep with a knife under your pillow.” With a grin, I give her pussy another kiss. “I found your piercing.”
“It’d be really embarrassing for you if you couldn’t.”
I laugh before I can stop it, but then she rocks her hips and lets out a breathy whimper. “Don’t stop just because I’m awake.”
“Tempting,” I muse, even though that one word doesn’t even begin to cover what I’m feeling right now. “But you still need to heal for two weeks, remember?”
“Fuck that,” she moans.
“You going to keep that knife at my throat all night?”
“Maybe. You’re the perv who was trying to eat me out while I slept.”
I watch as she rocks her hips again and a wet spot starts to form beneath the soft bump of her piercing. “I’m getting the distinct impression that I’m not the only one who’s turned on by it.”
With her juices soaking through her boy shorts, there’s no way in hell I can resist bringing my face even closer and licking a line up the slit that is so fucking close and yet still too goddamn far away. She moans and the hand that’s not still holding a blade to my throat fists my hair as she rocks her hips, trying like hell to grind against me. When my tongue hits the hard metal of her piercing, she lets out a breathy gasp and fists my hair even tighter.
