Sicko(62)

I make my way farther into the room, picking up the bottle of whiskey that’s sitting on the coffee table and bringing the rim to my lips. I take a swig, running the palm of my hand down his shirt that I’m wearing. It has the words Wolf Pack MC on it, with their wolf emblem and California beneath that.

Placing the bottle back onto the table, I slide my thumb over my bottom lip, swiping away the excess liquid while taking him in again. His tight abs, the tattoos over his skin, his arms laced with muscles and bound by strength. He is everything bad. Everything that is wrong in the world comes in the package of Royce Kane, but he never opens that package near me.

Ever.

His knees are spread, his chest rising and falling in a soft rhythm. His lips are parted slightly, yet he looks peaceful. From what I can see. I know that he’s angry at me over Wicked, and I know that if he ever found out about James, he would probably cast me to the side like a used toy, but for right now, I need him. I want him in every single way that he has starved me from over the years.

Placing my legs on the outside of his, I slowly lower myself down on top of him, and he instantly stills beneath me.

“Jade.”

I press my finger to his lips. I need him.

Bringing myself down to him, I run my tongue over the rim of his lips.

His arm drops away from his face and my heart falls out of my chest. He is so fucking beautiful. His hair is messy on the top of his head, his eyes firm on me. “Duchess, we’re supposed to be siblings…”

I roll my tongue over the cut line of his sharp jaw and over the tattoos that decorate it. “Mmm, but siblings don’t know what each other tastes like.”

His body goes still beneath me, and just when I think he’s going to throw me off him, his arm hooks around my lower back, holding me hostage. His other hand comes behind my neck, clenching me roughly. He pulls my face down to his and smirks over my lips. “There’s no going back after this.”

I gulp. “I know.” I lean in to kiss him when he pulls back and picks me up from under my arms as if I weigh nothing, placing me on top of the coffee table.

He spreads my knees wide, running his hands up my inner thighs. “Shirt looks good on you.”

I sigh. “Shut up and take it off.”

“Nah, I’m leaving that on for now.” His head disappears between my thighs and my fingers find his hair. I prop myself up on my elbows, watching as his traps flex with every movement. His hands wrap around each thigh and he pulls me farther into his mouth. My head flies back as his tongue flicks over my clit.

I grind against his mouth as his tongue stays in the same place, sloppily licking me everywhere while soaking up my release. He slides his finger inside, and then another. I’m so close to release. I can’t breathe fast enough to catch up. Just as I’m near, he unlatches and runs his tongue over where my pussy meets my thighs. I yelp when his teeth sink into my skin, pushing at his shoulders. His mouth is back on me and his hands slipping under my ass, lifting me off the coffee table and standing to full height. I grip on to his hair as my thighs tighten around his neck.

“Royce, don’t drop me.”

He chuckles from between my thighs. “Not happening.” His mouth opens on my clit as he moves us back through the way I walked down and back into the room I woke up in. Throwing me onto the bed, he tilts his head, swiping his mouth with the cushion of his thumb while his other hand squeezes his bulging cock.

“Take it off.”

“What, this?” I ask innocently, batting my lashes while grabbing at his shirt.

His eyes narrow. “Now.”

I shrug off the shirt until I’m in nothing but my bra, crawling to the end of the bed. His eyes flash with heat, setting my cheeks on fire.

Tucking my finger into the waistband of his jeans, I pull him closer to me, as his fingers dive into my hair. “Duchess,” he says so simply, I almost wasn’t going to answer him.

“Mmm?” I peer up at him from beneath my lashes while tugging his jeans down past his cock. I need on it. My mouth waters from how much I need to taste him in my mouth. I need it. Him, this, whatever he gives me. It’s toxic, but I’d drown in his poison. He yanks my head backward by my hair and tilts his head. “Stand.”

I stumble to my feet, my lips curling between my teeth to stop my smirking. Got him.

“You think you’ve been fucked before, and that’s the problem.”

“How is that a problem?” I ask carefully, knowing that I’m balancing on his patience.

He grabs me by the back of my neck and shoves my face to his. “We’re going to kill each other. You know that, right?”

“That’s fine.” I run the tip of my finger over the hard curve of his jaw. “Fuck me like you want to kill me.”

His mouth curves in a sinister smirk. “Oh, but I do.”

“You’ve fucked me before, Roy. You know how I like it.”

He bites down on his lower lip. “Touché.”

His other hand comes to the front of my throat. “One more thing. I have a kink for the color purple.”

My brows furrow, and before I can connect the dots in my head, his grip around my throat tightens, cutting off any chance of me breathing. Got it. Loud and clear. He releases and I tuck my fingers beneath the waistband of his briefs, sinking to the ground while tugging them down with me until I’m face-to-face with his cock. The tight skin pulls around the tip where a silver ball sits on the head. Wetting my lips, I part them over his tip and roll my tongue underneath, sliding him deeper into my mouth.