Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(112)
“Fuck, babe. You know what's happening here?” Another push. Another jerk of my hips.
My clit throbbed so hard it hurt. I would've given anything for a good pair of shears. And no, I wouldn't even jam them into his throat like I should – I'd use them to tear off the clothes between us.
“No, Anton.” My voice sounded so distant, smothered in the ocean of lust. “I don't understand. You're scaring me.”
He let out a low, deep laugh. “Good. Because I'm a little afraid of how you're gonna be after I throw you down and f*ck you. It's okay to be scared shitless. You think you're scared now? You'd pass right out in my arms if you knew the kinda shit rampaging through my skull since that first talk we had at the prison.”
My hand was shaking. I couldn't stand being held like this any longer without touching him. I ran my uneasy fingernails down his chest, following the buttons, feeling his heat underneath the fabric.
Holy shit. I could practically sense his heartbeat, banging away like pure bass behind his ribs.
“Fear doesn't matter here. I know that. I'm ready. I can take you.”
Was I out of my f*cking mind? Had I really said it? The surprised, challenged look on his face said I had.
Shit.
He took a longer, sharper breath before he said anything. “I'll leave you screaming and sore, baby girl. Shit, I'll make you feel me for the next f*cking week, inside and out, every time you move. Your little cunt'll burn, and you'll still want more. The bruises I'll leave on your ass and suck around your tits will remind you that you'll never f*ck like the old Sabrina again.”
“Like there's anything there to ruin and change. You'll be the first to show me anything.”
My face heated, burned fiercer than I expected when the words left my mouth. Time froze. Anton looked at me like I'd just told him I was seeing pink elephants.
“What?” His hand clapped over my mouth before I could say anything else.
“We're done talking, babe. If you're telling me you're a virgin...” He closed his eyes. “Fuck! You realize there's no turning back now, right? I could've tied my dick down and walked away if you started to whimper your regrets. Now? No f*cking way. I'm not walking outta here 'til you're thoroughly f*cked and dripping come down your legs. You're not leaving this bed anything less than a beautiful f*cking woman.”
The tremors were crawling through both of us now. He spun me around, threw me down, flattened me on the bed. His huge bulk hung over me, and he smashed my legs around his torso, then zipped one hand up between my thighs.
I listened to him inhale sharply when he found the wetness there. He grabbed my panties and pulled, jerked them all the way off. I barely lost my heels on the floor in time to feel them skip along my ankles.
“Fuck,” he growled again. “Hope you're ready to suck and f*ck, 'cause there's no stopping it. Hope you remembered to take that pill too. If you didn't, tough shit. We'd be f*cking tonight on a bed of angry cobras before I'd think about stopping. Nothing'll stop me from shooting up inside that sweet little cunt – not even if some f*ck busts in here and puts a gun to my head. Nothing, Sabrina, do you hear me?”
I heard him, all right, but the raging fire in my * was the only thing reaching my brain now. He ground his hips into me, forcing my dress up my belly, rocking his swollen erection into the bare slit he'd exposed.
I saw it. This was how I was going to die: heat stroke, underneath this brutal animal who'd taken me prisoner, this man I should've been fighting with everything I had instead of melting all over him in a position that was way past compromised.
“Nothing!” He growled it again, pumping more rough friction against my *.
My thighs shook, involuntarily trying to close against the shock. Anton felt one ripple and took them in both hands, spreading me apart. He dropped lower, sucking one breast through my dress and bra on his way down.
It happened like lightning. When I opened my eyes and tried to breathe, his face was between my legs, rough stubble skating up my tender inner thighs. The kisses he'd leveled against my lips, my tongue, my neck were all turned on my drenched center.
Anton held me down. He had to when his tongue started flicking my * over and over again, a relentless motion filled with such gusto it would've shamed a man dying of thirst. He licked me, sucked me, f*cked me with his mouth, cursing more dirty words I couldn't quite make out while I gurgled up above.
No orgasm ever came like this. I thought I'd lost a piece of myself when he forced me to come with his hands, but now my soul was being shredded with every merciless lick.
I couldn't help myself. I pushed against his face, locked my thighs around his face. He seemed to enjoy it, grabbing the outer edges and pushing both legs harder against his head. He worked like a madman, growling as he f*cked me with his tongue, never losing a single precious second to come up for air.
Nothing! The last thing he said echoed in my head. Rampant in every lick. Absolutely f*cking nothing.
Whatever doubts and fears I had were banished by his tongue and the forceful fingers pressed into my skin. His raw fury turned me to stone, throttling more pleasure through my body.
Anton found my clit, pulled it into his mouth. He held it gently between his teeth, a prisoner for his quaking tongue, gliding over its overloaded surface.