Page 95 of Wicked Ends
I leaned my head on his chest and tilted up to see him.
“You want to fuck me while I’m sleeping?” I wondered, the very thought sending me warm all over. Marcus’ twisted games had clearly broken something inside me, or at the very least, opened some very kinky floodgates that I’d never known I had before him. Only for him, honestly. There was no one else I’d trust.
His mouth quirked in a heart-stopping grin.
“Undoubtedly, but I’m not going to come then either.” He tilted his head down to gaze at me. “You see, I don’t want to. I don’t want tonight to end… and go back to staying away from you tomorrow. So, I’m going to stay right here, as long as I can.”
“What if someone comes?” I said, sleep tugging at me.
“They won’t.”
“They might see us. They might see me,” I murmured, on the cusp of falling asleep.
“They won’t. I won’t let them.”
And I believed him. I closed my eyes and drifted off.
I woke to the sound of voices around me. My eyes fluttered open and immediately shut.I have something on my face?I tried to push it off, but a soft tut stopped me.
“It’s just your mask, beautiful.”
Ah, right, the mask from earlier. The memory of going to the Hellions’ dorm with my makeshift disguise returned to me, as well as being found by Marcus in the basement.
I was sitting against something warm and solid, my legs bent and splayed open as far as they’d go.
Am I still in the basement?
We’d fallen asleep, I realized quickly. The voices reached me again. I opened my eyes once more. A group of people played pool at the table behind us. Marcus’ arms tightened around me, and I looked at him.
Holy fuck.He was still inside me, still hard, and now… fucking me silently. I was straddling him. The blanket was draped across my back and over his legs, hiding us from prying eyes.
“No one can see,” Marcus murmured, seeming to read my panicked mind. “No one knows who I’m fucking, no one can see even an inch of your skin… I’ve got you, beautiful… I’ve got you, and I’m finally ready to come.”
“Marcus,” I whispered, my mask shutting most of the sound inside. “This is nuts.”
“But I’m on my best behavior. I haven’t kicked anyone out of here or punched anyone for staring in your direction. I thought you’d be pleased,” he said. “I know you like it when I’m a good boy.”
His playfully mocking tone sent heat spiraling through me.
“Good one. And who would I have to compare you to, in order to consider you a good boy? You were born to break the rules.” I bit down a cry as he fucked me deeper for a second, spearing me with his hard cock. I was still wet around him; my thighswere soaked. How long had I been sleeping with him inside me, fucking me gently now and again, keeping my pussy right on the edge of exploding?
“My brother, I suppose, or my father. Compared to them, I’m a very good boy…” Marcus said, his voice a rumble by my ear. “My brother is always reminding me of the Bailey blood I carry in my veins, making me twisted and fucking me up, luring me into self-destructing, like every other man in my family, but you, Ari, and this—I could always be good, if I had you.”
I ground against him, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life. I tilted my masked face up toward him, forgetting for a second about my fear of being caught. Forgetting about everything except this beautiful, damaged soul, who was so fearless, he could lay his wounded heart wide open before me. My mask slipped down to my neck.
“You’re not bad in your blood, Marcus. No one is. And if it means anything at all, I trust you, and I haven’t trusted anyone in a long time.”
His hand was holding my cheek, and I picked it up and pressed a kiss to the bandage over his stitches. It meant more to me than anything that this man knew how special he was, how valued, how appreciated.
He stared down at me, his hips moving faster. His dick thrust into me, and I felt myself rise one last time. It didn’t matter that there was a game of pool going on behind us; the world shrank down to our bubble.
I was going to come again, and this time, what did it more than anything, was the look in his eyes. He didn’t have a mask on. He didn’t care who saw him.
When he came, heat bloomed inside me, wet and sudden, his dick pulsing deep within. My muscles squeezed him, and he grunted softly, moving once, then twice, and then stilling, his balls still twitching beneath my thighs.
He pulled me close, pulling my mask back into place, before carefully lifting my hair away from my ear without dislodging my mask, and whispered to me.
“I’ve fallen in love with you, birthday girl. I warned you, but you didn’t listen, and now, it’s too late. You’re mine.”
