Branded (Fall of Angels #1)(90)

“Because I wanna do things to you that aren’t right.”

My body responds to his words as if on cue, and my legs squeeze together with glee.

I creep up behind him. “Like what?”

“Everything. The fire … it does something to me. It puts me in a frenzy, and I need to release it. I don’t wanna do that to you. Or your body.”

Does he mean … sex?

Is that why he was jerking off in the shower that day he came back covered in blood? And why he was in such a rush to kiss me after the bonfire?

It’s as if his body responds to fire the same way mine does when it sees a violent man. With a fluttering heartbeat and a need to fuck.

But why make things difficult when the answer is so easy?

All we need to do is give in.

With a devious smile on my face, I pull him closer and kiss him on the lips. Then I go to my knees in front of him.

“What are you doing?” he murmurs as I unzip him.

I wink. “Giving you what you need.”





Chapter Forty-Two





Brandon



From underneath her lashes, she gazes up at me with seductive eyes. For the first time in a long time, I don’t know what to say as she pulls down my pants. I feel ashamed to even like what she’s doing, but the moment she pulls down my boxer shorts, I’m already hard.

I was already aroused just from watching the fire, let alone her touching me, kissing me … and now this.

With her on her knees in front of me, I bite my lip while she wraps her hands around my length. It feels wrong to accept it, yet I don’t wanna stop her either. The more she rubs me, the harder I get, and I close my eyes and tilt my head back, sucking in a breath.

Fuck. What an end to a violent show.

Suddenly, her lips are on my cock, and my eyes instantly connect with hers. She won’t look away as she starts sucking my dick, and I can’t take my eyes off her either. She looks so damn sexy with her lips wrapped around my hard-on. Fuck.

Is it wrong for me to want this? To stand here and let her suck me off?

Maybe. But I’m not the one who started it. She basically threw herself at my feet. I’m surprised she’s willingly offering herself like this. Should I turn her down?

“Why?” I mutter as she sucks and licks. Damn, it’s hard to even say the words when all I want is to fuck her pretty little mouth.

“Because you need it.”

“No, that’s not a good enough reason for me,” I growl, wanting to pull away.

But she keeps going. “Because I want to,” she says.

That’s better, but I’m still not sure I can accept it.

Why would she want to do this after everything I did to her? She should hate me. Instead, she’s practically begging me to release myself inside her mouth.

“I don’t understand,” I say.

“What’s there to understand? I’m a sucker for bad boys,” she says, shrugging. “I just wanna be good for you.”

“You don’t have to do this,” I say, licking my lips.

“I told you … I want this. For me. And for you. But mostly for me,” she says, her tongue dipping out to lick my length. “I don’t want our last time to be in that damn shed.”

“And this is better?” I scoff, raising a brow.

“No, which is why I expect you to show up on my doorstep every single day.” She winks, sucking me off until my veins begin to pulse. “So we can do it better every single time.”

“But—”

When she takes my dick into her mouth all the way to the base, I forget the words I wanted to speak.

“Fuck,” I murmur, trying my hardest not to bang her against the wall and fuck her mouth. It’s so damn hard to resist when she keeps looking up at me with those sweet eyes, practically begging me to do it. And when she rolls her tongue around my dick, I’m done for.

“Use me,” she whispers, giving another lick. “Fuck my mouth.”

My hand balls into a fist. I wanna punch the wall in front of me because I’m so pissed off at myself that I actually wanna do it. But I can’t say no to her.

“I like it,” she adds.

That’s it.

I grab her face and shove her against the wall, thrusting in deep.

She gags, the sound turning me on even more. I start fucking her real good, using her mouth like she asked me to, no, begged me to. If this is her choice, then so be it. I can’t fucking stop myself any longer. I need to release this pent-up energy. I need to release my seed inside her with a fucking roar.

Am I sick? Probably. But she likes this. She likes the way I am.

I can tell by the way she’s looking at me, her eyes sparkly and wide, as though she wants to enjoy every second of it. And fuck me, the way she sticks her tongue out and allows me to throat fuck her has me groaning out loud.

I’m a fucking monster to do this, but so is she, and we’re both loving it like the psychos we are.

She even lifts her skirts and starts rubbing herself right through her panties. I can see the wetness dripping through, and it makes my balls tighten. Because fuck me, do I wanna unload inside her so badly.

“Yes, make yourself come for me,” I growl, completely overtaken by lust.

She nods while I thrust into her mouth, and I pinch her nose to make it a little bit more uncomfortable. I like it when she squeezes her eyes shut when it all becomes too much. Right at the edge and over it, that’s where I like it. And she knows. That’s why she’s doing all this.