Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)(46)

“You don’t owe me anything, Blackie,” I blurted. “You saved me once again,” I added.

“I’m not talking about that,” he growled, lifting his head. “I’m talking about the night at the clubhouse,” he clarified.

“No,” I said, shaking my head, closing the distance between us until I was standing in front of him. I would not plead with him not to take back that night.

Not this time.

With Reina’s words playing on repeat in my head I decided the only way for Blackie to accept this thing between us was to remind him of what it felt like to be with one another. Maybe if I reminded him of how it felt when the rest of the world faded and it was just us maybe then he’d think twice about his apology.

“No?” He questioned as he narrowed his eyes. “I took something from you, Lace, something you can’t get back and something I won’t forget. I f*cked us both that night,” he seethed.

“You didn’t take anything I wasn’t offering,” I retorted. “I know you think I’m a little girl but I’m not and I haven’t been for a while. You may be my first but you weren’t the first man to touch me,” I ground out. “I’m not some goody two shoes, too prim and proper to get down on her knees because her father is some big bad biker,” I sneered.

“Shut up,” he shouted.

“No! You said you saw me that night, but it was a lie wasn’t it? Because if you did, you’d see I loved every f*cking minute of having you. Open your eyes Blackie and take a look, take a good long look,” I dared.

“I see you, Lace, been seeing you for a long time now,” he said, reaching out and gripping my hips. “Don’t tell me to f*cking open my eyes because I’m trying so f*cking hard to close them and not look at you. It’s a real struggle to tame the beast inside me and not spread you wide and take you every which way a man can take a woman,” he said through clenched teeth. “Trust me, I f*cking see you, girl and you’re all woman.”

I licked my lips as I felt something down in the pit of my belly ignite. An animalistic sound escaped his lips, something feral, and oh so f*cking hot.

Was the beast becoming unleashed?

Yes, please.

His fingers dug deeper into my hips and he pulled me between his legs.

“Sit,” he commanded, pulling me down so that my ass sunk between his thighs. He brushed my hair aside, and I felt his hot breath against my ear as he leaned over my shoulder. “You feel that?”

I did.

His thick erection strained and twitched against my ass. A short breath escaped my lips as my back fell against his chest and his arms wrapped around me, pressing me tight against him.

“Answer me,” he demanded.

“Yes,” I whispered.

“Good, next time you doubt I want you, remember feeling my cock pressed against your sweet ass and know the truth was against you just as it was inside you,” he affirmed, pressing his mouth against my neck. “It’s time for you to open your eyes, angel, time for you to take a good long look at who you’re playing with,” he added as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot behind my ear.

I closed my eyes, pushing my ass against him as my hands gripped his hard thighs. My body fell into a trance, one induced by Blackie’s words and for the first time in my adult life, sex wasn’t something I needed to rush to do, a game I needed to play catch up on, it was something I craved. I wanted to explore, I wanted to learn, and I wanted to do it all with Blackie.

“I’m a greedy bastard Lacey, got marks on my arms,” he paused, loosening his arms around me. “Open your eyes and look down,” he ordered.

My eyes fluttered open, and I did as I was told, focusing on the track marks on his forearms that were slightly fading.

“Got marks down in my soul too, all proof just how greedy I am,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist again. The tip of his nose trailed down the side of my neck, pushing away the collar of my shirt and his lips fell over my shoulder.

“And this greedy bastard won’t apologize for taking that sweet cunt of yours. This greedy bastard will forever hold onto that, take that shit proudly to my grave…”

His words trailed off as his teeth sank into my shoulder.

“My Lace…” he murmured against my skin.

I clawed his legs, desperate for more…more words…more of his mouth…just more. His lips glided over the flesh his teeth branded soothing the sting.

“I’m sorry, baby, sorry I didn’t take my time with you. I’m sorry I didn’t prime that * before I took it. I’m sorry I didn’t watch you get off, that, I didn’t make it good for you,” he hissed.

“It was good,” I replied quickly.

“Did you get off?” he questioned as his hands dropped from my waist to my thighs, slowly trailing down to my knees before forcing them apart.

I couldn’t speak.

“You’d know if you got off, you’d be licking your lips and clenching your thighs because the memory alone would get you wet,” he feathered my shoulder with kisses before pulling his head back. “Look at me Lace,” he demanded.

He twisted me, lifting my hips, so I sat on his thigh, bringing us face to face, nose to nose.

“So sweet,” he murmured as he took my face in his hands.