Page 103 of Bad Seed
There were some threats to the contrary, but I don’t need to share those now. “What’s happened to your other girlfriends?” I ask.
I don’t expect his laugh. “What other girlfriends?”
“Sorry, you don’t expect me to believe you were a vir—?”
“What? Of course not. I just… I never wanted anyone in my life. Until…”
The murderous mobster on the run from his boss had a closed-off heart until he met me? A likely story. He’s just trying to get in my panties again.
Damn. Did he always look that tan and ripped?
No! I’m mad at him. Even if our angry sex would probably cause a nuclear explosion, I have to be strong.
“Until what?” I thunder and smack my palm against his chest. His pec doesn’t even move. It’s like slapping hard steel. “Huh?” I do it again. “Until you found some stupid girl.”
“You’re not stupid,” he says.
“Some stupid local girl who’ll get you off for a few weeks before you’re on the lam again.”
“What lamb?”
Enraged, I rap my palms twice against his chest. It’s starting to turn red just like my hives. “You left me! You saved my life—” My hands curl into fists that bounce against him like a drum. “—then you left me.”
“Sadie…”
“Why?” I wind up for another hit, trying to break through his damn ice. Get him to tell me the truth.
I know why. I know the reason he fled after he saw me gasping for air on the floor, hooked up to tubes in the hospital. I’m too much fucking work for a man and he ran. “Tell. Me. The—”
Fists wrap around my wrists. He wrenches my arms straight up until I’m almost dangling on my tiptoes. A whimper falls from my lips as I stare at the dangerous mobster. “Talong.”
His mouth plunges over mine. I’m a burning stick of dynamite with a short wick. I want to kick him away, to dash into the hall. Scream for help and keep running until I’m home under the covers.
I kiss him back.
And I bite his lip. Hard. Make him hurt. “You hurt me,” I moan.
The gun clatters to the ground with a loud thunk then a warm hand digs under my panties to massage my ass. “You think I wasn’t in pain?”
My teeth scrape up his jaw. I delight in the red line tearing through his light stubble before I lick his ear. “I don’t fucking care.”
Aubry roars. Feral hands pry at my buttocks, spreading them. Fingers press anywhere they can up to my soaked pussy and back to my unexplored anus.
“You son of a bitch,” I cry out and leap. In the split second, my plan is to ram my feet onto his thighs, as if I can make him whimper and fall to his knees. Then his thumb thrusts inside of me—hard and fast. My legs curl around his waist and I fuck his hand.
The motion sends Aubry’s cock sweeping up my wet panties. He moans as my knees slam into the crates. “It killed me to leave you,” he pants, struggling to tear my panties to the side. His fingers keep puncturing through the lace which he drags across my vulva while finger banging me.
“You’re lying,” I sneer. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care. He… “Fuck!”
The hand releases my wrists and clamps to my mouth. Aubry stares to the door. But even if he fears someone hearing us, he doesn’t stop.
“I had to leave you,” he whispers. I clamp my nails to his back, digging in with all my might. A whimpering, “To protect you,” falls from his lips.
Bullshit. He’s lying. He…
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I sputter against his palm, the curses flying free as he swirls the tip of his cock over me. My arms lock, pressing my cheek to his chest as I gird myself. “From the mob. You were trying to save me from them?”
“No,” Aubry says, and he thrusts inside of me.
