Page 51 of Savage Hate
He huffs a laugh and looks away, rubbing his lips with his hand.
“What?” I ask, feeling my lips tug into a smile. “I was so angry at you for so long, and then you go and cry in front of me and apologize, and all I can think about is how I want to kiss you.”
I open my mouth to respond, but before a sound comes out, he presses me against the wall of the stairwell as his lips crash into mine. Heat flares through my body. His tongue flicks against mine sensually, and I can feel his erratic heartbeat thumping in his chest. His low moan makes me fist his shirt, makes me pull him closer. Ineedto feel what I do to him.
He reaches down and pins my hands behind me, gripping my waist with his free hand, taking control. My core clenches, and my clit swells as I feel his hard shaft against the waistband of my skirt. I whimper when his tongue parts my lips again. I reach for his belt buckle instinctively, not caring if we’re in the stairwell of an apartment building.
Not caring if anyone sees us.
He pulls away slightly. “You want the first time I fuck you to be in a stairwell, Lennon Rose?” he growls, letting my hands go as he reaches behind me and hoists my skirt up. His rough, calloused fingers squeeze the sensitive flesh of my ass. “Right here, right now?” I whimper as one of his fingers drifts between my legs, and without any fanfare, he slides my thong to the side and spreads the lips of my pussy. The sound betrays me, and I moan with every movement. “God, you’re so fucking wet. Is this for me, or is it left over from Damon?”
The tiny gasp I let out makes him chuckle, and he inserts his middle finger into me. My pussy clenches around his flesh, and just as I’m about to say something, he fists the back of my head with his other hand and kisses me again.
I’m gasping as he pulls away, pushing himself into me with each thrust of his finger.
“You didn’t answer me, princess. Is this for me, or is it for Damon?” His voice rumbles into my mouth as he adds a finger, going deeper. The way he curves them, the way he uses his thumb to roll over my clit… I can feel myself squeezing him, tightening around him, so close to climaxing.
“You,” I whisper, knowing my chest is flushed pink. “And also, Damon.”
He smiles. “And Jude? Does Jude make you wet, too?”
I squeeze my eyes shut as his thumb flicks against my clit roughly. Thinking about Jude in the bathroom, thinking about the way his come tasted on my lips, or the way it would feel to fuck him with that piercing…
The way it would feel to fuck all of them at once.
“I don’t know,” I answer. “I–I like all of you–”
He bends down and plants a kiss behind my ear. I can tell from his breathing that he’s a live wire, too. If I could just unbuckle his pants…
“I’m not going to make you choose, Lennon,” he says roughly. “If you want one of us, you get all of us.” His words cause my body to shudder and clench around his fingers, and he groans as I hear him unzip. “Fuck it. If I go one more day without feeling your tight little pussy, I’m going to explode.”
I nearly cry with relief as I throw my head back, scraping my scalp against the hard wall.
“Lennon,” Silas hisses, his hands gripping me hungrily. His mouth presses against mine, and I can feel the fervent need in every movement. His tongue sweeps back into my mouth, and he pulls back as he removes his fingers, sticking them into his mouth and smiling monstrously as he sucks on them. “You taste like fucking honey.”
I moan as he works to pull my skirt up and my thong to the side again, tugging at the leather material and hoisting me up against the wall.
Anyone could walk in and see us. Anyone could catch us here just like this.
With my back against the concrete wall, and Silas driving into me…
I cry out as the warm head of his cock presses against my opening. I can’t see it very clearly, but I can tell it’s thick. He groans as he pulls away, and I pant as I wait for him to thrust into me fully. His strong fingertips grip my thighs and ass firmly, and I move my hips over the top of his shaft.
“I should be a gentleman and ask about birth control,” he mutters below my ear before leaving a wet kiss there.
I shake my head quickly. “IUD.”
“Good girl,” he purrs, teasing my entrance. “Look what you’ve made me do.” I’m breathing heavily, clawing at his shirt, anything to get his cock inside of me. I’ve never needed sex like this before—never felt this voracious and fervent. “You wear that little skirt all morning, and then you open up to me…” He kisses my neck, biting the sensitive skin roughly as he presses his thick shaft against my pussy. “But then I felt how wet you are—howtightyou are… I’m going to lose my mind if I’m not inside of you soon.”
“Oh my God,” I breathe, frustrated. “Just fuck me already, Silas.”
I have to give him credit, he looks surprised at that. I give him a coy, little smile, and something dark passes over his face. It’s then that I realize I used my commanding voice from high school.
It sets him off.
Thrusting into me, I cry out as he sheathes himself all the way, giving me no time to get used to his size, his length. I hiss, the burning soon giving way to a fullness I’ve never experienced. I feel myself stretch around him, and the feeling is exquisite.
“Oh, God,” I whimper, and he pulls all the way out before driving back into me. I can feel the wall scrape against my back with every movement.
