Page 104 of Russian Roulette
“If I turn your hands loose, are you going to try to escape again?” he asks huskily.
Escape?Fuck no. Running from Kit is the last thing on my mind right now.I shake my head, afraid to speak.
He drops my wrists and slides his hands along my sides, pulling my ass tight against the massive hard erection straining against his jeans. I brace myself against the wall with my arms, not knowing what is going through his mind or what he is going to do next. Whatever it is, I’m sure as hell not stopping him. I’m panting in anticipation of his next move.
“Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through?” he asks. “Knowing that you’ll leave us every damn time you get a chance. Knowing that you don’t give a damn about the three of us. Even after we begged you to listen and believe what we’re telling you. We’re doing everything we can to keep the most gorgeous, exciting woman that has ever stepped into our life safe. And you don’t give a fuck.”
The sting of betrayal is raw in his voice and he’s cursing, which I don’t remember him doing much, if at all around me.
“That’s not true,” I whisper, blinking back tears that are suddenly and inexplicably threatening to fall. “I do care.”
I’ve always been alone and never had anyone to care for me. Now this man is telling me he does, that they all care, and I keep betraying their trust. I’ve never had the chance to love someone. Maybe I’m too broken to love and let them in.
“I can’t bear the thought of a life without you in it,” he continues. “And I know without them saying it that Vulcan and Seven feel the same. What are we supposed to do with you? Tell me I’m not imagining that we have something together. You feel it too. Tell me you want me as much as I need you.”
He grabs my pants and slides them down to my ankles, along with my panties. Grabbing the bottom of my shirt, he rips it off over my head, along with my bra. I’m braced against the wall, my back to him, completely naked and vulnerable. Suddenly, I’m deeply afraid that I’ve misread his actions. The anger is still steaming off him in waves.
“Is this a hate fuck?” I whisper, terrified to hear his answer. “Are you fucking me to punish me?”
“God no,” he says hoarsely, kissing a line along my neck and along my shoulder. “Never in a million years would there be a hate fuck with you. How could you possibly think that?” He wraps his hand in my hair and gently pulls my head to the side so he can nibble on my ear.
I let out the shaky breath I’d been holding. I should’ve trusted my instincts about Kit. Hate isn’t an emotion that’s inside him in any form. He’s all that’s good and pure in this world. He could never hurt anyone, certainly not me. Out of all of us, he’s the only one who isn’t morally gray, if not downright black.
“Lean over,” he tells me, putting his hand on the small of my back and positioning me lower. He nudges my feet wider apart with his boots so that I’m spread wide, entirely his for the taking. I’m so weak with need that I can barely stand up. His hand rubs my ass and slowly lingers to trace the outline of my spine with his tongue.
“Are you mine, Jade?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. “I’m yours.”
“Then make a believer out of me. Beg for me.” He spreads apart my cheeks with both hands and plunges two fingers back into my pussy from behind.Oh God.I lean against the wall for support as he finger fucks me slowly. I shudder as he strokes deeply in and out.
His other hand reaches around and grasps my breast in his hand, kneading and tweaking my nipple in unmistakable entitlement. He’s touching me like heownsme, him alone, and I love it. I nudge my ass back against him until his breath catches in a hiss. He’s burning hot for me. There’s nothing more that I want at this moment than to take him inside me, stretching my pussy walls wide and filling me up with his hardness.
I need him.
I’m not too proud to beg for Kit.Ever.Not if he needs to hear it, and he does. Especially after everything I’ve put him through. “Please, Kit,” I plead. “I need you inside me. Now. Fuck me, please.”
I don’t need to ask him again. He quickly unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and pulls out his cock. There’s no need to see it to know how massive it must be, considering the size of his body, hands, and feet. I feel him rubbing the enormous tip along the rim of my pussy lips, teasing and tormenting me.
“Do you want this?” he asks.
“I’ve always wanted you, Kit. From the very first moment when you slid in beside me in the car. I couldn’t take my eyes off you, don’t you remember? I tried every way I could to get your attention and you wouldn’t even look at me. All I wanted was for you to turn those blue eyes of yours on me, just for a second.”
With a loud groan, he penetrates me completely in one smooth movement. We both gasp out loud at the sensation.Holy shit!“Damn, you’re huge,” I moan. To say his cock is big is an understatement. He’s fucking massive and without a doubt the largest cock I’ve ever felt inside me. I’ve never fucked a cock that came even close to his size. He’s a beast.
His muscular arm wraps around me, bracing me up. I’m waiting for him to start moving, and yet he’s holding perfectly still, giving me time to adjust and stretch to his wide girth.
“You take my breath away every time I look at you,” he says hoarsely. “Every fucking time. Your tight pussy is heaven wrapped around me.”
I sense the anger slowly dissipating in him and his body relaxing. It’s all about us now. Me and Kit.Just us.Not anyone else.
Kit pulls out slightly then plunges in deep and hard, stretching me to limits I didn’t realize needed to be filled. I close my eyes and give myself over to the pleasurable sensations, unable to do anything other than gasp out loud with each thrust. He’s branding me as his from the inside out.
His breath is ragged and uneven in my ear. He’s holding back and desperately trying to keep things under control for fear of hurting me with his size and strength. Even so, my hips will be bruised tomorrow where his fingers are gripping me so tight, not to mention how sore my pussy will be. I can’t repress a shudder and a lengthy groan when his hand moves to caress my breast and rub the nipple with his thumb.
“Hearing you moan when I touch you is my favorite song,” he says. “I’ll never grow tired of hearing it.” He continues to thrust, his throat filled with growls.
When my climax hits, I’m moaning so loud I’m afraid I might wake up the animals outside in their enclosures. I don’t care. My body tenses and shudders as the orgasm ripples through me in waves. Kit holds me up as I almost collapse, my body trembling. He rains kisses on my neck as I gasp for breath.
