Page 25 of White Rabbit
He didn’t say anything else, but neither did I. There were no words to break through the reality. He was a bad guy who did bad things, murderous acts, though Emma asserted he was a good man, and I was back in a vortex that was out of my control. Back in? Had I ever escaped? Maybe I had, for two months when I was lost in my own darkness and free from the fundamentals of the world where I existed.
“How many people have you killed?”
“Many,” he answered without hesitation, not sugarcoating it. “All bad men. Enemies.”
“Are you sure?” There was no way he ran dossiers on every person he encountered.
He sighed, signaling his restrained annoyance. “Brecklyn… This is my life. My…job. You think things are a fairytale of lawfulness, of there being no gray areas in the world. That’s not the way things are. I won’t apologize for that. Or my life or the lifestyles of my brothers or my men.”
I Bristled. “You think I don’t know about the bad in the world? Seriously?”
I shoved at his chest, but he grabbed my wrists, dragging me close to him. Capturing my hands in one of his, he curled the other on the back of my head. His lips crushed over mine, demanding and possessive. And damn me, I had no resistance to him. I melted and gave him exactly what he wanted, because no matter what my common sense said, my body craved him.
He lifted me into his arms then I felt him moving. Moments later, my back hit the cushions of one of the solarium’s couches. He came down over me, pulling one of my legs up beside his hip. His fingers trailed up my thigh, caressing, splaying me wider.
I moaned into his mouth and buried my fingers in his hair.
His touch skimmed higher toward my molten core. He traced the edge of my panties. His fingertip teased along me before pushing aside the fabric to cup my heat.
“Wet,” he groaned. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Yes,” I managed when he drew his fingers along my seam. With the slightest pressure, the parted my labia to discover the full extent of how much I wanted, evidence I couldn’t hide.
A tremor worked through me as he found my clit, brushing over the nub, tormenting me into a frenzy. I whined and canted myhips into his exploration. His growled rumbled through me to settle low in my belly as a knot of tension that twisted tighter and tighter with every stroke of his fingers along my slit.
We sucked in a breath together, our eyes locked, when he pushed two thick fingertips through my wet opening to bury deep just as I longed for his cock to do.
Would he? Right here, where anyone could come upon us? The illicit idea made me tremble and clench on the slow drives of his digits. He curled then, running over my g-spot and making me gasp.
“Va-Valariy,” I whispered. Begged. My chest rose and fell in jagged breaths as my orgasm powered closer like a threatening storm full of electric fury, destruction and renewal.
His lips curled in a feral grin. “Do you want to come? Are you going to come for your bad, bad man? Show me what a bad girl you can be for me to come all over my hand, tight here where anyone can see us. Ah, yes, you like that. Your naughty little pussy is squeezing me tight, sucking at my fingers at that idea. Tell me you want to come for me. Tell me.”
“Yes.”
“Tell me,” he demanded with a hard thrust, then I was stretched farther as a third long digit joined the other two. “Tell me how much you want to come.”
“Please, Valariy…”
“The words, Brecklyn,” he commanded. “You do not come without the words.”
“Please, Valariy… I need to come. Make me come,” I babbled, trying to push into the smooth drives of his fingers.
I started as I heard movement, not far from us.
“Eyes on my,” he growled into my ear. “You are mine and you will come for me, even if they hear. Even if the watch. Because you’re mine and you do as I tell you. Because this body is mine! You focus n me and nothing else. I doesn’t matter who sees, only that you are mine and you obey and follow me, your bad bad man. Your devil.” His thumb brushed over my clit, sending fire lasering through me to singe the frayed restraint holding back my climax. “You follow me, your white rabbit.”
His fingers slammed into me, his thumb attacking my clit in frantic circles and I screamed into the mouth he sealed over mine, my body arching, writing. Colors flew before my eyes, blinding me while my scream and the blood pounding past my ears made me deaf to anything but the pleasure twisting through me.
“Good girl,” he whispered into my ear as I sagged under him, my skirt rucked up, my legs sprawled lewdly beneath him and his hand still making slow drives while his thick cock pressed against my thigh, trying to escape his pants. “My perfect girl.”
Good? Perfect? No, I had a feeling, I was about to turn out just as bad as him.
Chapter 15
Valariy
As much as I’d wanted to make love to Brecklyn last night, to fuck away all the need that had ridden my body for weeks, I hadn’t.
