Page 51 of First Offense
“Stop,” I said, not meaning it.
Novak took me deeper in response, his eyes glittering up at me like diamonds.
He knew I couldn’t resist him on his knees. He never knelt for anyone. And even now, he wasn’t truly kneeling for me. He controlled every moment, had me wrapped up in his web of darkness, sucking the soul from my heart and drowning me in the pain of my need.
“I hate you,” I breathed, my head falling back again. “I fucking hate you.”
He drew his teeth along my shaft in response, threatening me with his brutality and strength. That only made me dig my nails into his scalp, forcing him to take me into his throat.
He swallowed.
I cursed.
Then he pressed the showerhead against my wound, forcing me tofeel. The sharp spike of pain went straight to my dick, throbbing in time with my heart, my pulse singing the song of wrongness.
Lust.
Desire.
Fall.
But him sucking me off wasn’t enough to paint my wings black. And even if it were, I wasn’t sure I could find the strength to care in that moment.
I needed his brand of pleasure. His penchant for savagery. His shadowy energy. He’d always been that way, even before his Fall. I’d always been drawn to this animalistic part of him. The danger. The strength. Thechallenge.
Becoming a Noir had hardened him, not changed him.
Which would have confused me in any other moment, but his hollowing cheeks distracted my thoughts, forcing me to focus on his wicked fucking mouth.
“Damn you,” I growled, furious that he’d sucked me into this position. Yet even angrier at myself for allowing it.
I’d been an easy target, all pent-up rage and lacking an outlet for it.
Then he’d more or less offered his mouth, and now I couldn’t stop pumping in and out of his silky throat.
I pictured Layla, her slick pussy permeating the air with that delectable scent.
Then I envisioned her between us, all animalistic sex and brutality. Fuck, she’d shatter between us. Her delicate sensibilities would be destroyed. We’d ruin her forever.
But this place would, too, if we continued to stay here.
Novak applied water to my wound again, aware that it hurt and knowing it would force me over the edge as he swallowed my head once more.
“Fine, you want it?” I said, thrusting harshly into his throat. “Take it.”
He growled in response, his teeth tightening in warning. But I no longer gave a damn. I unleashed all my anger into my hips and finished what he’d started, fucking him with an abandon that would break a weaker man.
He dropped the soap to fist his own cock, pumping in time with my movements. Still in control. Still owning me. Still forcing me into that oblivion.
Hatred spewed from my lips, which only seemed to urge him onward, driving us both into a frenzy of violent yearning.
I wanted to strangle him. To take my blade and drive it between his ribs. Then flip him over and fuck his ass while he screamed.
It was fucked up and so damnhot.
I detailed it for him, knowing he’d approve. He confirmed it by using the water on my gash one last time, providing just the right amount of agony to shoot me into oblivion. I tightened my hold on his hair, forcing him to swallow every fucking drop.
He wanted this.
