Page 37 of Riot Reunion
She makes me fuckingcrazy.
Oh boy, I am gonna have so much fun with her tonight. I remove my thumb from her mouth. A string of saliva comes with it, glistening between her mouth and my hand. Elodie tries to wipe it away, but I smack her hand away again. Instead, I rub the spit against her lips, against her mouth, against her cheek.
“I get to decide if you’re messy,” I whisper to her. “Iget to choose…and I’m gonna make you so messy tonight. I hope you’re fucking ready. This is what you get when you don’t give me what I want right away.”
“Oh my god, Wren…” She scrambles, trying to rid herself of the t-shirt, butIshove her back onto the bed, shaking my head slowly from left to right. “Too late now, Stillwater. You don’t wanna give me my shirt back? Fine. Then I’ll take it myself. Lay back on the bed.” She can sense how far my feral mood is taking me and how badly I’ll stripe her ass if she doesn’t behave. This is the part that she loves the most. The part that makes her tremble and quake, rushing to do as she’s told as quickly as she can…because if I’m willing to punish her so ruthlessly for being bad, then she knows exactly how well I’ll reward her if she’sgood.
She lowers herself down, eyes watching me, never leaving me, as I cross the room back to the sofa where I was drawing…and I pick up one of the fresh razorblades from the torn open packet by my sketchpad.
Elodie’s pupils narrow to pinpricks when she sees what I have in my hand, as I return to the bed. She sucks in a breath, hands fisting the sheets, as I climb up onto the bed, flicking the plastic shield guard off of the ferociously sharp blade.
“Wren,” she whispers.
“Stay still. Don’t you move an inch,” I rumble. The hem of the black shirt is bunched up around her waist, her lacey turquoise panties on show. I take hold of the t-shirt hem, and with a very precise flick of my wrist, I shred the fabric, cutting away a piece. It goes fluttering to the bed covers like a feather on the breeze.
“When you’re bad, this is what happens.” I trail the flat of the blade along the inside of her thigh; the metal barelykissesher flesh. Elodie’s breathing quickens to short, urgent little pants. I look at her, and her lips are parted, cheeks the color of sin, lust, and fear warring in her eyes.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Another piece of the t-shirt comes away in my hand, parting like silk when I hold the razorblade to it. I cast it away, taking Elodie roughly by the hip, dragging her closer toward me.
“When I tell you I want you naked, I want younaked, E.” This time, when I cut the material with the razor, I don’t cut a piece away. I only slash it, making a six-inch tear in the fabric right across her stomach. The rent exposes her skin, giving me the most delicious snapshot of her toned belly. So fucking hot.Sucha fucking turn-on. I alternate between cutting the t-shirt away and slashing it, working with fast but steady hands, careful not to nick her skin. The sleeves. The chest. All over her stomach. Very soon, Elodie’s body is barely covered by the tatters of the shirt. There’s only one area of the material that I’ve been saving for last. She hisses, cursing under her breath, as I cut a long, diagonal slit in the shirt over the right side of her chest, and the pale pink bud of her nipple and half of her breast is revealed.
“Fuckme.” I’m fixated by the sight of her, bound by invisible ties to the bed, her head thrown back, the muscles in her throat working as she attempts to swallow. Her body is magnificent. Skin so pale. So perfect, begging to be touched. She’s on the verge of hyperventilating, her ribcage rising and falling quickly. Dropping down, I hold myself over her, and I flick her tight, perfect nipple with my tongue, groaning as I suck it into my mouth.
“Ahh! Shit! Wren! Fuck, that feels…so…holyshit!”
I introduce teeth immediately. My patience has upped and left me. Not that I had any in the first place. Fastening onto her flesh, I tug hard, eliciting a strangled yelp out of her that sounds like a combination of pleasure and pain. Before she can recover from the sting, I sit back, holding the shreds of the shirt away from her body and slashing at the other side of the shirt, exposing her left breast. The full curve of her breast is on show this time, and the sight of it sends me fucking mad. I take that nipple into my mouth, biting down, palming the swell of her in my hand and holding her in place as I lick and suck. Elodie bucks and writhes, her legs tangling in the sheets, her eyes rolling all the way back into her head. She swears and curses, begs and pleads, urging me on and beggingme to stop. And all the while, her fingers wind into my hair and she draws me closer, pulling me into her chest until I can’t fucking take it anymore.
I tear free from her arms, snatching what’s left of the shirt’s hemline, and I drag the blade upward, sundering the tattered material in two. In a heartbeat, the shirt has been sheered from her body, the swatches of shirt discarded on the bed around her stunning body. She lies there before me in nothing but those pretty little turquoise panties…and she won’t be wearingthosefor long, either.
She looks up at me, need written all over her beautiful face, and I can see it in her eyes: she knows what’s coming next. “I’m gonna put my mouth on every inch of your body,” I tell her. “Your ass. Your mouth. I’m gonna make you come so hard you won’t even remember your own name. Over…and over…and over…”
“Fuck.” Elodie mouths the word, but the shape of it on her lips makes my head spin.
“Open your legs for me.”
She does it, spreading her legs so that her knees are splayed wide open. As soon as she’s angled herself back, I take up my rightful fucking place between her thighs and I go to work with the blade. This time, I hook my fingers beneath the lace and lift it, breath hissing through my teeth when I discover how wet she is. “Look at what you’ve done,” I rumble under my breath. “You’ve soaked right through your panties, Elodie. Didn’t I tell you I was going to make a mess of you? Hmm?”
I hear her breath catching, but she doesn’t say a word. Her addicting little whimpers come every other second, sounding more and more needy, as I oh-so-carefully cut the ultra-fine fabric of her panties away.
“Oh, my fucking god.” I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, biting back a string of words that would make even the most deviant piece of shit blush. Her pussy…god, her pussy is fucking perfect.
The blade.
The fucking blade.
I need to get rid of it before I give in to all the filthy things I want to do to her. The sofa’s too far away. Quickly, I lean across the bed and set it on the nightstand for now. A moment later, and I’m back between Elodie’s thighs. I bury my fucking face between them, and the slickness of her pussy coating my nose and my mouth and my face…it’s more that I can fucking take.
I lick at her. I inhale her. I press my face in deep, wanting all of it, needing it more than I need breath in my fucking lungs. I’m fucking feral as I trail my tongue up the length of her shredded panties, groaning as I taste the sweet, damp material. I’m going to fucking ignite at this rate and take out half of Fairbanks. There won’t be a man left standing. Nipping at Elodie’s clit through the teal lace, I feel the swollen, taut bud slide through my teeth and I almost roar. I can’t fucking handle this. Can.Not.
I am too fucking turned on.
Elodie’s face is crimson, the shade of want, and shame, and desperation. The kind of hunger that prowls around inside me has killed men before. It’s started wars. It’s toppled governments and spilled rivers of blood. I have to have this girl right now or I’m going to do something really fucking stupid.
Her underwear is giving me the most scandalous access to her pussy, but it’s not enough. I want more. “Pantiesoff.”
