Page 33 of Freaks
“If you were with this woman right now, what would you ask her to do?” I panted.
Fix didn’t hesitate. “I’d tell her to get down on her knees. I’d tell her to open her mouth and stick out her pretty, pink little tongue for me.”
I didn’t even think about it. If I thought about it, I was going to end up thinkingtoomuch. Less than a second later, I was on my knees, my heart surging, throbbing so hard that I felt like I was about to pass out. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, battling against the urge to close my eyes.
“Don’t do it,” Fix warned. “Don’t you dare, Angel. You already boarded the ride. The safety announcements have already been read. There’s no getting off now.”
A frisson of electricity zipped down, between my shoulder blades—a cascade of lust and need, colored red with fear. Fix dipped his thumbs below his waistband and teased his jeans down over his hips. His cock sprang free, swollen and rigid, the tip glistening with a bead of pre-cum. I loosed a strained breath down my nose, waiting for what was about to happen next. “My girl loves the taste of my come,” he growled. “She’d never admit to it, but when I come in her mouth, she loses her fucking mind. Watching her break apart as I climax for her is the most beautiful thing in the world.”
With slow, measured movements, he rubbed the pad of his thumb against the end of his erection, smearing the pre-cum onto it. I couldn’t hold back the moan that clawed its way up and out of my throat when he touched his thumb to the end of my tongue, depositing the evidence of his arousal there for me to taste.
Fix’s matching, breathless groan had me closing my lips around his thumb, sucking it into my mouth. “Fuuuck, Sera. Oh my god.”
With his free hand, he caressed his fingers down the side of my face, along the line of my jaw. His eyes flashed with a savage hunger when I looked up at him, and I gently bit down against his skin, sending him a savage look of my own. He withdrew his thumb, running the slick wetness of my own saliva along my bottom lip.
“I confess,” Fix said, his chest laboring. “There are things I want to do to my queen. Things that would make her quake down to the roots of her soul. She inspires the most twisted, dark, fucked up fantasies in me.”
Oh my god. Ineededto hear his confession, but I was scared. Beyond scared. The boundaries he’d already pushed with me had been exhilarating and confronting beyond measure. If there was more…I had no idea if I could handle more from him. I’d been brave enough until now, though. I could be brave again. And I knew that even though this ridehadstarted, Fix would apply the brakes and carry me away from it the moment I told him I wasn’t enjoying it anymore.
“Say it,” I whispered. “Tell me.”
“I want her on her stomach. I want to tie her down. I want to gag her. I want to lie my body over hers, and I want to slide myself inside her tight little asshole. I want to feel her break out in a sweat as I thrust myself inside her. I want to fuck her pussy with my fingers at the same time. I want to dig my fucking nails into her beautiful, round ass cheeks as I watch my cock drive into her.”
Each statement was ground out between his clenched teeth. I didn’t move as he bent over me and fisted my shirt, ripping it over my head. I stayed exactly where I was as he tugged the straps of my bra down over my shoulders, pulling the lacy cups down to reveal my breasts. He kneaded them roughly with his hands, and my body responded, my back arching. I fastened my lip between my teeth, biting down so hard I could taste blood. I was awake. I was humming with expectation. I wasalive.
“I want to mark her body with my teeth,” he continued. “I want to bite her nipples so hard that she can’t take it anymore. I want to spread my come all over her body and rub her clit with it until she comes all overme. I want her to give herself completely to me. I confess. I don’t just want her body. I want her trust. I want her—”
“Fuck, Fix,” I panted. “God.Please. I can’t…I need…Fuck, just…please!”
“Are you begging, Angel? Are youbeggingme to fuck you?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes, I am.”
“I told you how it makes me feel when you beg.” His hands were on me, taking hold of me, the contact of his skin on my skin setting me ablaze. “Up,” he commanded. “On your feet, Angel.”
I had hoped he was going to slide himself into my mouth. Giving Fix head was a dizzying experience. The way he tangled his fingers into my hair, and the way his head tipped back, his eyes closed as he lost himself to his longing, filled me with such an intense high. I really did love making him come with my mouth, feeling him getting impossibly hard as I slid my lips down over him. There wasn’t time for any of that tonight, apparently.
His hands were quick but precise; my jeans were around my ankles seconds later, and he was crouched at my feet, pulling the material from my body. My panties were the last things to go. Our positions now reversed, Fix looked up at me, his lips parted, and a strange, heavenly look of fascination strewn across his remarkable face. It was written all over him: he wasstunnedby me, surprised that I even existed, which was ironic given that I felt exactly the same way about him.
Did fate exist? And if so, how the hell did it work? How was it decided that Felix and I should cross paths?? How did two broken, scarred, and damaged people end up in the same motel room in the middle of the same storm? And which interweaving threads of the universe decided we should fall in love? I couldn’t even pretend to know the answers to those questions. All I knew was that I was grateful for the providence of our situation, however it came to be. Even if we had been brought together by the most frightening of circumstances.
Fix was plagued by the most inconvenient attribute any assassin could possess: a conscience. He was complicated. He was constantly being pulled in so many directions at once, but he somehow managed to navigate the treacherous waters that surrounded him without appearing to flounder.
He was undeniably handsome. His full mouth, so often curled into the most infuriating smirk, haunted my thoughts all damn day. The angular cut of his high cheek bones, and the stubborn, defined line of his jaw were all I could seem to think about sometimes. And his eyes. Fuck, those eyes. I’d never seen anything like them before. So startling. He could penetrate the depths deep down into my soul with those burnished, quicksilver eyes of his. He had the face of an angel, the body of a god, and a mouth that could make the devil blush.
“Your body’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever fucking seen,” he growled. “I’m not greedy. I’m not fucking jealous. I don’t care about money, or cars, or any other material possession. I don’t crave things. But you, Sera…I craveyou. I covet your perfect fucking body. I won’t allow anyone else to touch it. To look at it. To even imagine what it would be like to revel in it. Your tits and your ass are mine, Sera. Your beautiful pink pussy is mine. Your mouth. Your hands. The sexy arch of your back when you’re riding my cock. Mine. All of it is mine. Do you understand?”
His possessive streak really was a mile wide. If Gareth had ever tried to tell me he owned me, I would have kneed him in the balls so hard he would have been spitting up blood. Being owned by Gareth would have meant I no longer had a voice. I wouldn’t have been entitled to an opinion. Would no longer have been free to do and say as I pleased. I would have been under his control every waking moment of every day, his play thing to be used and abused as he saw fit.
It was different with Fix. Being his didn’t mean I lost a part of myself. He treasured my opinions. He encouraged me to use my voice. He might have wrestled with me for control, but he never forcefully took it from me. If I handed over the reins to him at any point, it was because I wanted to experience the rush and the freedom that being vulnerable with him invoked. Being Felix Marcosa’s queen was a title I cherished more than any other title I could ever possess.
“I understand,” I said softly. “Iwantto be yours.”
He snarled as he unfurled to his feet, running the palms of his hands along the sides of my body as he rose. “My blood’s on fire, Sera. I’m completely fucking losing myself to this. If I ask too much...”
“I’ll tell you. I’ll stop you. But I know you won’t.” I wanted him so fucking badly. He’d already told me exactly what he wanted to do to me, and I hadn’t flinched. I’d surprised myself, but it was true. A deep rumble emanated from Fix’s chest, vibrating against my sensitive skin. Taking hold of me, he swept me into his arms and threw me onto the mattress.
He rained down kisses all over my legs, my hips, my stomach, and the swell of my breasts as he climbed up the bed, hovering over my body. Mesmerized, I watched the muscles in his shoulders and his chest flex and contract as he shifted, reaching into a drawer next to the bed, and he pulled out a long length of cord.
