Page 104 of Heartless Heathens
“It means, I can’t love you because I don’t love myself.” I hoped she would turn away but my words lit her up like a beacon and she swung her leg over mine, settling down into my lap.
“I don’t know what love is Corvin. I’m not asking for anything I don’t understand. Kiss me please.” She was inches from my face.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” I reminded her and myself, since my body was already trying to convince my mind we were on board.
“You won’t,” she said like she had all the fucking confidence in the world when it came to me.
I leaned forward, grabbing her face with both of my hands and sealing my lips around hers. I’d been fighting every part of me that wanted this for weeks, trying to find some reason why I couldn’t trust her, couldn’t let her in.
I was fucked up goods and eventually she’d see that, like the rest of them did. Then after she took what she wanted she’d be on her way, back to the others’ beds. It was probably for the best.
“You say that like you already forgot what I did to you.” I wrapped both hands softly around her throat, not a threat, just a reminder.
“It wasn’t your fault,” she said, her voice coated in a layer of seductiveness that had me wondering if she wanted me to squeeze.
“I don’t trust myself,” I told her truthfully and she ground down onto my erection, the heat coming from her center was enough to drive me crazy. “Oh fuck it.”
I gave in, tangling my fingers through her hair and pulling her into me, realizing it’d been too long since I’d last felt lips this soft against mine and relishing the sweet smell that came from her. She ground down again and I let a low, pained growl escape me. She pulled away from the kiss with startled eyes and an unsure look to her.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“You couldn’t if you tried. I’m just a fucking idiot.” I brought her back to me, palming her breast through the bra and listening to the soft moans that came from deep inside her chest.
“What do you mean?” she asked, breaking the kiss again and I groaned in frustration.
“Because I’ve spent this whole time fighting this, pretending like you didn’t do this to me. There’s no one like you Romina. Don’t let any of these assholes change you, even me. Okay?” She nodded. “You really want to do this?” I asked again.
“Please.” She nodded again, her hand finding the swell of my cock through the fabric of my boxers.
With a smooth movement I grabbed her hips and pulled her under me so that I was hovering over her, her back to the mattress and her legs hooked around my hips. I tore her panties at the side, gathering an unexpected squeal from her when I ripped the remaining fabric off of her.
“Do you know how much trouble I’m going to get in for this?” I asked her, sliding the head of my cock over her cunt, up and down but never in, coating it in her arousal.
She gasped breathily from the friction against her most sensitive parts. “They don’t have to know,” she whispered, like she’d make any sort of bargain to get her way at this point.
“And how long do you think we could keep this little secret?” I asked her and she let out a small smirk, like she herself already knew the men she lived with well enough to know there were no secrets here.
“Please,” she whimpered again, her hand reaching low and squeezing around my shaft gently.
I groaned at her touch, another low hum escaping my throat while she toyed with the head of my cock. Her fingers danced around the tip like she’d done this before but wasn’t quite surewhatshe was doing.
“Who taught you how to do that?” I asked.
“I read it in a book.” She looked down like she was embarrassed, “Then Felix, kind of.” She scrunched her nose in a cute way like she was thinking about it. “Is it okay?”
“Fuck yeah, little lamb.” I threw my head back and enjoyed the feeling of her hand stroking me up and down, using her own arousal as lube.
“Stop,” I said and her hands came to an abrupt end.
She frowned at me, and I could see her insecurities floating around in her head. She wore her emotions well, and while it served me, it didn’t do her any favors. She needed to be taught that her enemies not knowing what she was thinking was the most important tool she could have.
I pulled her chin up, barely touching our lips together before plunging my tongue deep inside her mouth. Her moans erupted from her chest, rising to her throat when I claimed her kiss for myself. Our tongues collided, caressing each other in a harmony that sent a bolt of lightning straight to my dick.
“If you keep going, I’ll come before we even start. I want to enjoy this. I haven’t done this in a while.” I crawled my way down her body and buried my face in her cunt.
I ran my tongue down, dipping it inside her pussy and coming back up to swirl over her clit.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
