Branded (Fall of Angels #1)(74)

You kiss him back, of course.





Chapter Thirty-Four





Dixie



It’s the dumbest thing to do, but it’s the only thing my mind can think of right now.

Nothing lulls the ache in my heart, the desperate need for vengeance. But his words, his lips, his touch … make me feel weak. They make me do things I never thought I’d do.

Brandon Locklear changed me.

No man has ever managed to do that.

And not only once but twice in my lifetime.

How many more will there be?

I hold my breath as he rips down my shirt and cups my breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth. He’s so rough, so coarse, so … manly. Without thought, without restraint, without … remorse.

Except this once, when he apologized for something he says he didn’t even do.

He was in their room the moment my brothers died, but he wasn’t the one to murder them.

Does that make it okay?

Does that mean I can look past what he did and let him take me?

Is it wrong of me to want that?

Fuck.

My heart and mind are so confused, and I can’t even think straight as he wraps me in his arms and pulls me up to set me on my own workbench. He spreads my legs and stands between them, kissing me hard and fast as if he knows it could end just as fast as it started.

But I don’t want it to end. Not right now, not when his lips are on my nipples, sucking hard, and his hands dive between my legs.

Damn, I’m really pathetic.

His tongue draws a line all the way back to my mouth, and he kisses me again, taking away all the bad thoughts.

“I was worried I’d lost you,” he murmurs against my skin. “Forever, maybe.”

“Maybe,” I reply. I used to be so certain, but I feel like I don’t know anything anymore.

“I’ll take a maybe,” he says with a grin. Grabbing me tight, he pushes himself up against me, making me feel his hard-on. And fuck me, does it make me horny.

But it’s wrong. We’re so wrong for each other.

“Brandon, we have to stop,” I say between rabid kisses.

“Says who?” he murmurs, tearing down my pants and panties in one go.

No one, but that’s just it. We should be better than this. We have to. Or at least … I have to be. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” he asks, still kissing me between every word he speaks. “No one’s telling you not to except you.”

He’s right. I’m the one who’s telling myself to quit right now. To stop this nonsense before it gets out of hand. I have to remember what he did, put the image in my head and never let go for the sake of my sanity. Because if I lose the need for revenge, then what else do I have left?

“Tell me you don’t want this,” Brandon murmurs as he grabs my pussy with his hand and starts toying with my clit, making me painfully aware of how much my body enjoys it when he touches me there. “Say it out loud, Dixie, or I won’t believe it.”

“Fuck,” I mutter as he continues playing me like a goddamn musician plays a guitar.

I can’t even get my head straight as he steals another kiss and then dives straight down between my legs.

“This has been long overdue,” he says, his voice dark and delish and not at all how I thought he sounded. Or maybe I was only fooling myself.

But when his lips touch my pussy, I’m lost. My mind goes blank as his tongue swivels around my clit, expertly toying with me. It’s as if he knows precisely what I like because I can’t stop moaning and wanting to grab his hair. He has me under his spell completely with his mouth alone. And fuck me, I could come like this.

“Fuck me, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmurs into my skin, suckling on my clit. “You taste like sin.”

And he licks like a sinner, so together, we’re going straight to hell.

“Remember that night in the shed a long time ago?” he says, and I nod. “You’ve been on my mind ever since. I tried to forget, but I couldn’t. I can’t fucking let you go, Dixie. I can’t.”

With a flat hand, he pushes me down until my head is on the workbench, and I can no longer resist his relentless assault. My legs are wide open, my pussy thrumming and wet as he dives inside with his tongue. I gasp and bite my lip straight after when he circles around inside, making me desperate for more.

Jesus, I can’t stop myself from clinging to the table, my fingers practically digging into the wood. That’s how good this is. That’s how badly he makes me forget everything he ever did.

Fuck him.

And fuck that fucking heavenly tongue of his.

And fuck me for wanting even more.

Because God only knows how I’d love for this to go on forever.

“I could’ve given this to you every single day of our lives, Dixie,” he murmurs, licking my clit. “If only you hadn’t broken up with me.”

God, I hate that he has to bring that up right now, making me feel guilty when I’m not the one who did something terrible. But he’s trying to make me forget, and it’s fucking working.

“Shut up,” I mutter as he buries his tongue inside my pussy.

He takes a brief break only to laugh. “You know you like it. All you had to do was say yes.”