Page 22 of Revenge At Raleigh High
“Are you trying to provoke me,Argento?” I rumble. “Because it’s probably not a good idea.”
She turns her head, and the moonlight paints her features silver. She grins recklessly, arching an eyebrow. “Why not? Don’t you want me?”
“That’s not the point.”
“BecauseIwantyou. I was lying there in bed, and I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted your hands on my skin. I wanted my nipples in your mouth. I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock between my legs, the tip pushing slowly inside me. I got so wet I couldn’t take it anymore. I started touching myself. I couldn’t stop. And then that wasn’t enough. I had to come down here and haveyoutouch me…”
Fuck.
Cruel.Sofucking cruel.
I’ve bitten the inside of my cheek so hard my mouth is flooded with the tang of copper. “I’ll never be able to fuck you again if your father castrates me,Argento. Is that what you want?”
“No,” she says a little petulantly. “But that isn’t going to happen. I heard him snoring a minute ago. He sleeps like the dead. And we’ll be quiet.”
“Silver—”
She cuts me off, silencing my next objection before I can even say it out loud; with sure, purposeful movements, she reaches up, taking the delicate, thin straps of her camisole and sliding them over her shoulders. The entire garment slides down her torso. Moonlight bathes the porcelain perfection of her skin, bleaching it white, and it’s all I can do not to launch myself out of the bed, snatch her up in my arms, pin her to the wall and sink my raging hard-on inside her.
Looks like all bets are off. My abysmal attempts at restraint have all been for nothing. “You really shouldn’t have done that,” I growl.
Silver tilts her head, lips parted, her eyes a little wild. Her hair falls over her shoulder, another curtain of silk, momentarily obscuring her left breast. Slowly, she reaches up, trailing her fingertips over the round swell of her flesh, brushing the hair out of the way again, revealing her nipple, and it’s almost too fucking much to bear. “Why?” she whispers. “Do you like my body, Alex? Are you hard? Do you like looking at me naked?”
Fuck. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off Silver since we started seeing each other, and she hasn’t been able to keep hers off me either, but she’s never been like this, so forward and demanding, crystal clear about what she wants and determined to get it. It’s turning me on so much, there really is no way I’ll be able to rein myself in anymore.
“Run,” I snarl, slowly sitting upright. “If you don’t want me to hold you down and fuck the shit out of you right now, I suggest you’d betterrun.” My hands work of their own accord, taking hold of the sheets, pulling them back, and I see the shadow of hesitation in Silver’s eyes. Is she second guessing her actions now that she’s got me on the hook? Maybe she can tell that she’s about to get a little more than she bargained for.
She swallows hard but remains standing beside the bed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Brave, silly Argento. She came in here with a fire burning inside her, not realizing that her body was a tinder box. She had no idea what kind of inferno she’d start when she slipped out of that camisole. She had no idea how quickly she was going to get swallowed in the blaze. The floorboards are cold beneath my feet as I get out of the bed and stand in front of her.
She’s as delicate and fragile as a china doll. Her features are so finely shaped and graceful that they contradict her true nature. It doesn’t matter how strong she is now, though. Unless she tells me to stop, that she doesn’t want me to touch her, then I’m going to devour her and to hell with the fucking consequences.
Silver retreats a step, head craning back to look at me properly. The muscles in her throat work as she swallows again. “Take those shorts off. Now,” I command. “If you want to come in here and tease me, Silver, you’d better fucking commit.” I’m only wearing a pair of sweatpants, no underwear, and my cock protrudes out in front of me like an iron staff, tenting the soft material. I’m not embarrassed by how turned on I am. Far from it. When Silver’s eyes dart down to the situation between my legs, I grab hold of my dick through the sweats, squeezing until I make myself curse.
“If you’re not naked in three seconds,Argento, I can’t be held accountable for what comes next.” I’m being pulled down into the madness of my own lust, but beneath it all I’m still thinking perfectly clearly. The moment I see hesitation flickering in her eyes, the moment I sense her heart skip a beat out of anxiety and not desire, then this all stops. I would never hurt her. I’d never ask her to do something she didn’t want to. I’d definitely never make her do something against her will and Silver knows that.
She proves that when she takes hold of her shorts by the waistband and slowly pushes them down over her hips and then her thighs. I watch, fascinated, as she steps out of the puddle of red silk at her feet, my heartrate ramping up, the muscle kicking like an angry mule against the inside of my ribcage. She’s more than I could ever have dreamed of. How could I have possibly dreamed of a girl like her, when even the beautiful things I’ve experienced in this lifetime have all been ugly in comparison?
My palms are burning, itching for me to reach and touch her, but I’m not ready yet. I want to take her in some more. I need to savor her. Taking a step forward, I’m pleased, and hard, and aching all over when she mirrors my action, stepping back, away from me. I gave her a chance to run and that time has passed. Silver knows this well enough, but it still looks like she’s planning on dancing with me a little all the same.
Another step forward and Silver skates back, her bare ass nearly hitting the wall behind her. Her gaze flickers toward the bedroom door, and I relent a little, angling myself instinctively, making it clear to her that shecanget to the exit if she decides she wants to bolt.
Her nostrils flare as she looks back at me. Her back straightens, shoulders pulling away from her ears, and she shakes her head. “I don’t want you to do that,” she says. “Don’t give me an out. If I want one, I’ll ask for it.”
I pause, hovering a foot away from her, pulling in slow, long, deep breaths in an attempt to calm the roaring in my head. “You’re in control of your fear?” My voice is muted in the heavy quiet of the room.
Silver looks up at me, her jaw jutting out in defiance. “Yes. I can handle anything you throw at me.”
She is so,sowrong. God, I’ve never met anyone so fucking wrong before in my entire life. I’m hardly going to give her a demonstration to prove that point, but still.Wrong. Reaching out for her, I take a lock of her hair and twist it slowly around my fingers. “You don’t know what you’re talking about...”
“You think I don’t know myself? I’ll prove it to you.” Her tone is steady, confidence pouring off her strong enough that I’m almost convinced by her statement. “Kiss me,” she commands.
Kiss her? I smirk, my cock pulsing painfully in beneath my sweats, begging to be unleashed. If she thinks mekissingher is going to prove anything, then she’s got another thing coming. I don’t think she’s thought this through properly, but still…I’m hardly going to deny her a fucking kiss.
Prowling forward one last step, Silver tenses up when she realizes she’s run out of space and there’s nowhere for her to retreat to now. Her hands remain slack by her sides as I bend over slightly, lowering my mouth to hers. The kiss is like a searing brand, hot and dizzying. Her lips are so soft and pliable. The moment I make contact with her, my imagination riots over what could be done with such a soft, sweet, fuckable mouth. I’ve had my hands in Silver’s hair, guiding her head down as she takes my cock as deep as she can, but I’ve never made her gag on it before. I’ve never asked her to go beyond her capabilities. I’ve never asked her to give up oxygen in order to take another inch of me.
A slideshow of deviant, filthy images present themselves to me as I slip my tongue inside her mouth. Things I would never dream of really doing with her, because of everything she went through with Jacob, Cillian and Sam on that bathroom floor. It isn’t just that, though. She’s good. She’s sweet. She doesn’t need to be warped by my every vile perversion.
