Page 1 of Nasty
PROLOGUE
SERA
“I’m not interested in excuses. I’m not interested in playing games. I’m only interested in your pussy. Now pull down your panties for me, Angel. I’m gonna make you fucking come.”
I gasped as Fix slipped his hand up my skirt and took hold of my underwear, tugging on them insistently. He didn’t give me the opportunity to obey him. The sound of ripping lace filled the car, alongside Fix’s ragged, lust-filled breathing.
His hands were all over me. Pulled over at the side of the road, the truck was alone in the darkness. We’d been driving for hours, the journey made that much longer by the fact that we’d been stopping every hundred miles or so to claim each other, our mouths hot and demanding on each other’s skin, our nails digging into each other’s skin, our bodies permanently soaked in a thin layer of sweat and sex.
“I’m going to stick my cock inside this tight little pussy, Sera.” Fix groaned into my mouth, and I saw stars. Fuck. It was never meant to be like this. Sex was designed for enjoyment, the ultimate, most intimate pleasure that could be shared between two people. But this was more than sex. This was an unfathomable need that broke boundaries and smashed through walls, and I was incapable of walking away from it. I kept drinking Fix in, drinking long and drinking deep, but I could never slake my body’s constant thirst for him. And from the way he couldn’t bear to remove his hands from my skin, always stroking and caressing, touching and teasing, it was clear he felt the same way about me.
The cab of the truck was spacious—enough room for me to angle my body toward Fix. He grabbed me by the hips, hands working quickly, and he lifted me up from the seat, then he was shoving my skirt up over my hips and tearing at the sheer, ruined fabric of my panties. He held the scrap of lace up to his nose and breathed in deep. “Fuck, you smell so good,” he groaned. “I want to eat your cunt. I want to lick you every goddamn hour of the day. I want to live off your come and your sweat, Sera. Give it to me. I want to coat my tongue with you.”
It was a miracle I was even able to sweat at all at this point. We’d stopped for food and huge bottles of water, trying to fuel ourselves and rehydrate, but an hour later, panting and breathless, we were both exhausted, ravenous and thirsty again. I bit down on my bottom lip, my hands working at the buttons on my shirt.
“You’re taking way too long.” Fix took hold of the shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying.
“Hey!”
“You really give a shit about your shirt right now?” he snarled. “I won’t wait. I’m going to have you. Right fucking now. And if I destroy every single item of clothing you own before we arrive in Virginia, then I won’t be sorry. I’ll be fucking glad. I’m going to keep you naked for the rest of fucking time,” he said, his voice colored with impatience. He tore the shirt from me, and then he yanked down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts. “My dick just went from wood to fucking steel, Sera. Your nipples are mind-blowing.” He dipped down, planting a hand on the seat beside me to support himself. With his other hand, he cupped and kneaded at my bare breast, digging his fingers into my flesh. “You want me to suck them?” he whispered. It wasn’t a real question. He knew I wanted his mouth on my breasts. He knew how the searing, wet heat of his tongue circling and flicking at the tightened, swollen bud of my nipples sent me certifiably insane. He wanted me to pant for him, though. He wanted my pussy wet. He wanted me clawing at the upholstery inside the truck, begging him to satisfy me.
“Yes.” My voice cracked as I made my confession. “I want it. I want you to bite them. Please.” I gasped, crying out as he fell upon me, his teeth grazing the soft, sensitive fullness of my breasts. He was so good at that—a master manipulator with his tongue. He had me quaking and shaking instantaneously, my whole body coming apart beneath his highly talented mouth.
He was so much to handle. So much to take in. Pure fucking sex. His dark hair was ruffled, standing up at all angles as I grabbed hold of it, winding my fingers through it, and I held him against me, whispering into the crown of his head. “Harder. Bite harder.”
He gave me what I wanted. He gave me what my body was crying out for, and I couldn’t fucking take it. The pain when he bit down on my nipple was heady and blinding. Heat blossomed between my legs, slow burning and penetrating, and I could feel the slickness there, pooling between my thighs. I wasn’t just wet; I was soaking. Fix moved to the other breast, lavishing the same attention on my other nipple, and I all but screamed as another frisson of sharp pain fired in a relay around my body.
“Please! Please! Fix. Oh my god.”
“Please what, Angel?” he asked. “Please rub your clit with my fingers? Please make you come? Make you squirt? Make you feel like you’re about to explode?”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck.”
Fix’s mouth tilted up at one side—a trademark dash of arrogance that I was growing more and more accustomed to. Every time his lips curved up like that, the deep dimple forming in his cheek, my body responded in kind, as if I’d been conditioned to crumble and surrender myself to him whenever I saw the expression. My eyes rolled back into my head as he stooped down and he kissed my neck. His dark, rough stubble scraped lightly at my skin, and I couldn’t suppress the breathless moan that escaped my lips.
“Or please take your clothes off, Fix?” he purred. “Please let me see you? Please let me take you in my mouth? Please make my cunt ache with need as you fill me with your cock?”
With each dirty, nasty word that came out of his mouth, I felt myself succumbing to him. I’d tried to resist. I’d done everything I could to hold myself back, to be as cautious as possible. But it would only be so long, before I was irrevocably, undeniably his.
I couldn’t even form the shape of words in my mouth.
“Don’t hold it in,” Fix growled, as he pushed his fingers inside me. “I want to hear you, Angel. I want to hear every last little whimper and moan as you tighten around me.” He pumped his fingers, stroking them inside me, hitting my pleasure center with ease. No guy had ever hit my g-spot before. Gareth had firmly argued that the female g-spot didn’t even exist. But Fix knew exactly where mine was, and he was determined to put it to good use.
“That’s it. That’s it, beautiful girl.” He held me tightly in place with his free arm as he used his other hand to coax me into madness. “Come for me. That’s it. Good girl. Good girl.”
When I came, unspeakable ecstasy rushing in at me from all sides, claiming the attention of every nerve ending in my body, I didn’t hold back the cry that built up at the back of my throat. I released it, and my climax soared, lifting me, lifting me out of my body, higher, higher, higher…
Fix unbuckled his belt with one hand, and then unfastened his jeans. His jaw was set, his eyes flashing like molten steel as he continued to work his fingers slowly, deliciously inside me. “I’m going to take you. You’re mine. You’re fucking mine, do you hear me?”
“Yes. I’m yours. I am. I—”
My eyes snapped open, and the sudden, unexpected motion of the truck made me grab hold of the seat beneath me. My heart was racing. My brow was damp. The shirt that Fix had just ripped off me was back on my body, right along with my skirt and my panties. And Fix wasn’t kneeling over me, massaging me as I rode out the final waves of my orgasm. He was in the driver’s seat, his hands firmly grasped on the steering wheel. He hadn’t noticed me waking. Or if he had, he was pretending that he hadn’t.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I closed my eyes, slowing my breathing, my fingers digging into the leather seat underneath me. What the fuck wasthat?
