KING(16)

I didn’t f*ck her because she was afraid of me? Because she seemed innocent and naive? Not to say that she didn’t get my dick hard, because she did. I nearly came in my pants when her hands shook as she undid my belt. I told myself that I couldn’t go through with it because what I needed was a girl who could work me like a pro so I could rid myself of the pent up aggression that was turning me stupid.

But that was a lie.

Something inside me, something I could almost mistake for a conscious, told me not to take advantage of the situation. No, it told me not to take advantage of her. Walking away while her cheeks were still flushed from fear, embarrassment, anger, and if I was reading her right, a little bit of desire, was torture on my straining cock. It took a lot of control not to march back and take her up against that wall.

But that was before. Any feelings of doing right by her flew out the window with her friend and my money. The six grand the redhead managed to steal wasn’t enough to scratch the surface on the amount I would need for a payoff, but the amount didn’t matter. Two f*cking cents would have been too much.

One way or another, the girl passed out in my bed was going to pay.

I sat down on the mattress and peeled back the covers. Her skirt, which was much too large for her little frame was rolled up at the waistband so it wouldn’t fall off her hips. The material, which was missing most of the sparkly things hanging off of it, had ridden up to her waist in her sleep, her white cotton panties exposed to me. I trailed my fingertips up the outside of her leg from her ankles to her thighs. The simple contact caused my body to shudder and my dick twitched to life.

She was too skinny. Her cheeks were sunken. She had dark circles under her huge eyes. Her elbows were sharp and her ribs reminded me of how Preppy looked when I first met him. She wasn’t the usual kind of girl I went for. I liked tits, ass. Something to play with while my cock took care of business.

So why couldn’t I stop myself from touching her?

I peeled off her tank top and tossed it to the floor.

No Bra.

Small but perfectly round tits. Tits that made me wonder how much more perfect they would be with some meat on her bones. Tits I wanted to watch bounce in my face while she rode me.

The girl sighed heavily but didn’t wake. When her breathing had again leveled out I traced lazy circles onto the smooth skin of her stomach, around her belly button and then around her little pink nipples. It took a f*ck of a lot of restraint not to lean over and suck them into my mouth. I wanted to bite them until I drew blood. I wanted to lick the blood off of her pale white skin.

I’d never both hated and wanted something so much in my entire life.

A quick hate f*ck might wipe away the unfamiliar sentimental feelings rolling around in my twisted brain, but the girl was injured and passed out in my bed.

Technically, you can say that I was caring for her.

Technically, I wanted to face f*ck her until she gagged.

My conflicted feelings were giving me a f*cking migraine.

I had to get out of there. There was no good that could come of me touching her while she slept, but I couldn’t bring myself to get off the bed. Then she stirred. Just a little, just enough to remind me that I was crossing into Preppy territory. But I couldn’t leave just yet. What if she woke up and tried to escape? Then, I would really never know where the redhead went with my money.

I ignored the fact that it was impossible for her to escape, especially since I had her handcuffed to my headboard. Instead of getting up and walking out the f*cking door like I should have, I stripped down to my boxer-briefs and got in bed beside her. Hauling her back against my chest, I covered us both with the blanket.

It was a first for me. I’d never been underneath the covers in my bed with a woman before. I’d never let anyone stay long enough to sleep before.

I splayed out a hand on her concave stomach, the heat from her core radiating onto my thigh making my dick even harder. I propped my head up on my elbow and found myself fascinated at the contrast between us, her pale and perfect, to my tanned and heavily tattooed.

Now I was painfully hard.

The thought of tearing off those innocent little school girl panties and defiling her * with my cock right then and there sent spasms up my spine. The only reason I came back to the room earlier was because I’d changed my mind. As innocent as she appeared, she was the one who’d offered herself to me, and who the f*ck was I to say no to that?

Maybe prison had changed me, but I wasn’t ready to accept that change. I had been downstairs for only ten minutes when I turned on my heel and headed back upstairs to strip her down, bend her over, and show her what the f*ck she’d gotten herself into.