Lethal Temptations (Tempted #5)(67)

Swollen.

Her lips parted and invited me to taste everything I missed.

I slid my tongue inside of her mouth, my hands moved south, lifting the hem of the shirt and cupped her bare ass cheeks, digging my fingers into the mounds of flesh.

She fisted the hair at the nape of my neck and matched my rhythm, grinding against me as she angled her head and took what she wanted, using my mouth to quench her desire.

I dragged myself away from her mouth, torturing us both as we stared at one another.

I drew a breath, letting go of her and taking a step back.

“I need to take a shower,” I stated, reaching behind me and pulling my shirt over my head. Lacey gnawed on her lower lip as she nodded, reaching for me and unbuckling my belt.

“You do that,” she said finally.

“Don’t move,” I ordered, as she pulled my belt from my loops and twisted it around her wrist.

“Yes, sir,” she murmured, her lips curved revealing her perfect smile.

Goddamn.

I unbuttoned my jeans, drawing down the zipper half way before I found the will to turn around and walk into the bathroom.

I turned the water on, glanced in the mirror and pushed the hair away from my face to stare at the beast looking back at me—the weak monster who didn’t have the heart to break Lacey’s after breaking so many before her.

It used to be so easy.

Until I cared.

Until I found the heart I wanted to claim more than the body that housed it.

“You’re a motherf*cker,” I said back to my reflection.

I finished stripping and stepped into the shower, letting the water rain down.

I needed to shower with holy water. Maybe that would cleanse my soul and ease my conscience because I wasn’t going to do it.

I wasn’t giving her up.

I’d do whatever the f*ck I had to do to keep her safe and keep her with me.

Let that cocksucker try to do something to my girl, I’d make that motherf*cker squeal like a bitch.

W-A-R, motherf*cker.

It’s on.

Bring it.

I’ll be ready.

I’ll be waiting.

Because a long time ago I vowed I’d never let anyone take what was mine again.

You can say whatever you want about me, call me a junkie, tell me I’m worthless, but I’ve always been a man of my word.

When I made Lacey mine I took a silent oath to protect and honor her until my dying day.

As long as I have a pulse that girl will have someone who will cherish her life.

Some people need guardian angels.

And some need a knight cloaked in leather.

I was so wrapped up in my own head, and the revenge I was ready to seek I didn’t hear the shower door open but somehow I knew my angel was behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder and watched as Lacey pressed her back against the shower tiles, splaying her palms flat on the wall as those eyes of hers, mischievously flirted with mine.

Her tongue sneaked out and ran along her lower lip.

She pushed off the wall, her hips sashayed as she took one step closer and pressed her hands against my chest. She rolled the barbell that pierced my nipple between her fingers.

There was no mistaking that look in her eyes…my good girl was rocking the sexy siren she discovered lived inside of her.

She lifted a finger to my lips.

“Not a word,” she ordered.

Oh girl, I like that.

She grabbed my hips, a smirk teased her lips as she swiveled her hips and dropped to her knees.

Christ.

I fisted her hair, piling it on top of her head to get a clear view of her face and watched as her lips parted. Her hand closed around my cock, lifted it up as she angled her head and licked my balls.

Goddamn, girl.

She peered up at me, assessing my features for approval.

“Go, on girl,” I encouraged.

She smiled.

“You don’t listen very well do you? I thought I told you not to say a word,” she said playfully, winking at me before she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She sucked the tip, slowly taking inch by inch into her mouth, working my dick like she owned it.

She did.

Lacey gagged, pulled her mouth away, composed herself and went back at it.

I lost my f*cking mind and moved my hips as I f*cked her mouth.

Sweet and innocent.

Sexy and curious.

All f*cking mine.

W-A-R.

Come on, motherf*cker, try to take this from me.

I dare you.





Chapter Twenty-three



“Get dressed,” Blackie said against my breast before he pushed himself up. After the shower that resulted with me being pressed up against the wall and Blackie on his knees, devouring me he carried my limp body to the bed. It didn’t end there though, he then treated me to another orgasm with his hand, followed by another when he finally f*cked me.

Three orgasms and I still wasn’t satisfied.

“Do I have to?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips. “I mean there are so many things we can do that don’t require clothes.”

“Gonna make me work hard to keep up with you, Lace,” he hissed, bending his head to take my nipple between his teeth.

I loved when he did that and when he twisted my nipples between his fingers because he always soothed the pain with his tongue.