Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(113)

Nothing, nothing, nothing!

I had nothing left to hold back. Fire erupted from my core and spread through my body in one long awesome blooming sensation. My * jerked, and he increased his suction. I ruptured, felt like I was coming undone from the bottom up, creaming myself through the racing fire.

“Anton!” I shrieked, clawing at the sheets overhead, anchoring myself to the bed so I didn't jump right through the ceiling.

It was the last thing I said before climax took over. Then there was nothing but that choppy, insatiable fire licking me all over, especially my tender nipples and everything below my waist. His tongue was all over me, tingling through my sweat, mirrored on my skin when he was really still fused to my *.

My eyes rolled back and I surrendered. There was no way left to resist, nothing left to do but lay and let the tide carry me away.

Ecstasy carried me far from the mansion, away to some distant, hot corner of the universe before I slammed back into my own body. I regained consciousness with my face turned to the side, staring at the stars. When I turned my head, he was over me, bowed up between my legs. Anton's fingers pulled at the straps on my dress.

“What happened?” I whispered. As if the nascent tingle in my body didn't tell the story my brain couldn't process.

“You came your f*cking brains out, babe. You came beautiful. I'd eat that sweet cunt all day and make you scream with just my tongue. But I gotta do something to shut my dick up now. I need to be inside you.”

Holy, holy shit. The way his voice rumbled like an avalanche when he said the last part left no doubt about what was happening.

He was going to split me open and take my virginity. And I wasn't even going to regret it.

At last, it was happening. I would've preferred a few dates, some good food and wine before he took me like this. So I'd told myself for years. I never imagined I'd be offering myself to a criminal who wasn't really giving me a choice, but there it was.

He wasn't asking. And I wasn't saying no.

He'd picked me up, lit me on fire, and scorched away every shred of my resistance. I hated him when he was ordering me around, keeping me prisoner – but I didn't despise a single thing about him when his tongue smothered my tender flesh.

Did that make us both equally f*cked up lovers in this...this...whatever the hell this freaky thing was?

The shuffle of his clothes interrupted my racing thoughts. My dress was already gone, tugged off my body sometime when I was deep in my own head.

He shed his shirt with superhuman speed. He yanked off his shoes and then his trousers, losing them on the floor, snapping the boxers down his muscular legs next.

A huge red bird adorned his chest. It was dark like blood, a shade brighter than the stripes and wild patterns running up his arms, flying down his back. Everything inked to this man looked like it was meant to fly, lift him right off the ground and carry him out the window into the silvery night.

I reached out, brushing the huge predator with my hand. “Is this an eagle?”

Anton smiled. “Firebird. You've heard of it, right?” I hadn't.

“This motherf*cker's legend,” he said, bowing out his chest so I could get a better look. “Every feather it sheds is a blessing or a curse, guaranteed to smother everything it touches in flames. The firebird gets to the true heart of people and things. My nana always used to tell me the myths. Guess it stuck after all these years.”

Fitting. And way more thoughtful than anything I wanted to give him credit for. Maybe Anton wasn't just a hard headed thug after all.

Not that his bare, muscular body wanted me to think anything different. He flexed, pushed his hands together, lowering his face. I followed his stare and gasped when I saw what he had between his legs.

His dick was huge. I mean, I'd seen big men with large packages on modeling sites before – some of them just as sinister looking and inked up as him. But what he had waiting for me, throbbing between his cedar sized thighs...

I closed my eyes and swallowed. Would it even fit inside me? If average guys were like five inches, then this was twice that, maybe more.

He shifted, stepped forward, rubbing it against my belly, giving his hips a good pump to make me feel how thick and long and hard he was. I shuddered. It might tear me to hell, but damn if I didn't want to try to ride it, push it all the way to my womb.

I did a double take when the dim moonlight caught a flash of something metal on his cock. There was something like a small bullet, a stud attached to his tip.

“What's the matter, babe? Every chick I've ever f*cked loves what she sees. Don't tell me you're scared of a pierced dick?” He grinned. “I get it. This is your first. You're nervous. Don't be. Stuff that shit down and meet the only dick you're ever gonna have filling your holes. I'm gonna rock your f*cking world so hard you'll never think about what another man feels like. Just me. Only me. You're mine, Sabrina.”

Our eyes met. His glacial blue seas were on fire.

Bastard. I'd never stop saying it, thinking it, feeling it. He was always so confident, even when we were both naked. Would he wipe that murderous smug off his face when he finally came?

My * ached at the thought. I wondered if he'd really burn me from the inside out when he unloaded. Jesus, then there was the birth control. I'd been taking the pill through all this, just like he'd asked, but I seriously wondered if it would do a damned thing to stop him from getting me pregnant.