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And I wanted to be good for him.
I lowered my hips, bringing my pussy lips down to the top of his boot. The leather was cool and smooth on my skin, and I moved my hips, the leather tickling my folds. I held onto Finn’s muscular calf for support. I looked up at him eagerly. His eyes were full of lust, completely focused on me. My cheeks reddened even more. How could he do this to me?
“This is so embarrassing,” I whispered.
“You’re fucking hot,” he growled. He rubbed the back of my head, stroking my hair like I was his pet, and that encouraged me, knowing that he wanted to take care of me. I rocked my hips faster, his boot teasing my clit. I bit my bottom lip and Finn growled, like it was getting harder for him to watch. He stared down into my soul as if he was consumed by me.
“I want to smell your pussy on my boots. I want to taste your come mixed with my leather, knowing how much you want to get off on something so degrading. I want to eat your pussy and taste my shoes, knowing that you came on them like a filthy little slut.”
I blushed, opening my mouth to resist, but he grabbed me by the neck, sending chills running through me.
“Don’t think,” he said. “Let yourself enjoy this. Enjoyme,Ramona.”
He let go of my neck and I blinked, trying to do as he said, to hold on to that permission. My insides tightened as I settled my bare feet flat on the floor. I steadied my balance by holding onto his calf, and I circled my hips. My clit rubbed against those laces, my pussy lips clutching the leather. Sensual energy ran through me, taking over my mind.
“Eyes on me,” he said.
I fixed my gaze, and those blue storm clouds crashed with tension. Sweat laced my cheeks, and he held the back of my head again, guiding me.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Show me how pathetic you are. How hot it makes you to get off on something so degrading.” He licked his lips, shaking his head. “You are so damn hot and you know it, don’t you, baby? Even rubbing yourself off on my shoe. Now, come for me. I need you now.”
And with those words, I couldn’t help it anymore. I rubbed my pussy on his boot like a maniac until I came so hard that sweat dripped down my body. Without waiting another second, he picked me up and sat me down on the dining table. He kneeled down, licking between my legs, his tongue exploring each fold as he undid his belt buckle and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. Each flick of his tongue sent chills through me, my body twitching with each stroke. We had instantly shifted, from him being in control and degrading me, to me being on display in front of him whilehewas on his knees. His tongue lapped against me, and I flinched, my skin sensitive from riding his boot, but Finn kept going. He needed to taste me.
“You smell like leather and sin,” he said.
He stood up, still fisting his cock, and pulled me to my feet. Digging his fingers into my waist, he flipped me around, bending me over the table until my ass was high in the air. He penetrated me to the hilt, the head of his cock hitting my cervix, a shock of sensual soreness rising through me. He leaned down, pressing his weight into my body, holding me captive.
“All I want to do is fuck you, Ramona. All I think about is tasting your pussy. Feeling you squeeze around my cock.” He brought his hands over my stomach, rubbing my soft skin like he would never be able to get enough, then reached down to my clit, using his fingers to rub the sensitive nerves in slow circles. “I can’t think. I can’t sleep. I can’t do anything without thinking of you like this. On your knees. On your back. Bent over,” he growled. “Ready for me.”
He slammed his full length into me and I gasped. I was still tender from his fist, and he was so damn big. His rhythm increased like a beast had taken over his body and he couldn’t control himself anymore. His chest shuddered, the movement rocking through his body, vibrating against me. He was nearing that edge, but he kept himselfright there,at that cliff, waiting for me to reach that point too. He reached down, rubbing my clit as slowly as possible, teasing me, melting me from the inside, and I was already so sensitive, so close to the abyss. Pleasure ripped through my body, my pussy convulsing against him, the tender pain warring against bliss, but he kept his rhythm, not easing up. As the last twitch of the orgasm ran through me, he let go, fucking me with complete and utter abandon, like a monster taking over a life. My life. His warm come filled me up, and I knew it didn’t matter who I was before. Finn wanted me. Needed me.
And I needed him.
CHAPTER 16
Ramona
After taking the twins to the academy, I wandered over to Fairview’s Town Square Mall. I normally didn’t like shopping, but every part of my life was so different lately, that I didn’t question myself. My head was in the clouds, and it almost made me forget that I had ever been on the ground.
Finn made me feel this way.
Four guards followed behind Tank in two separate SUVs, dressed in gray Carter Care shirts and black pants. They weren’t subtle, but I was so used to them now that I didn’t mind. I wandered from shop to shop, my guardians following me. The air was chilly, but the fountain in the middle of the courtyard reminded me of springtime. My eyes caught on a macaron shop; the twins loved how colorful they were. I’d have to pick up the cookies on the way out. I pulled out my phone to text Finn:What kind of macaron do you—
A loud crack echoed through the courtyard. I jumped out of my skin, dropping my phone, and the guards armed themselves. Two of them ran forward to investigate, while the other two stayed at my side. I pressed myself against the glass storefront of a hat shop, and another gunshot whizzed through the air, hitting one of the guards in the face. Blood splattered my cheek and I screamed. The other guard smacked a hand against me, covering me with his body.
“Stay back, Mrs. Carter,” he yelled. Someone screamed, and a man started shouting at the other end of the courtyard. “Get back, Mrs. Carter!”
I tripped backward, falling against the store’s door, and stumbled inside. A woman in a large-brimmed hat stood with her back to me, her fingertips skimming the edge of a derby hat, undisturbed as if she hadn’t heard the commotion outside. I pressed myself against the wall, checking my pockets; my phone was gone. The chaos had shifted outside, and the three living guards were nowhere to be seen. The last one must have chased the attacker somewhere else, like the other two guards. I was alone.
I eyed the woman carefully. Nude stockings clung to her thin calves, a pencil skirt accentuating her shape. I couldn’t tell if she worked in the shop or if she was a customer. But I needed to call Finn.
I cleared my throat. “Excuse me, ma’am,” I said. “Can I use your phone? I dropped mine, and I don’t know if you saw, but there’s—”
Another shot cracked through the air, vibrating through the store walls. Still, she didn’t move.
I swallowed a gulp. “We need to call for help. My husband can help.”
She turned toward me slowly, her fair skin illuminated under the fluorescent lights. Gray-blond hair fell in glamorous waves against her face. Her eyes were a sharp blue. Chills crept through me.
