“Get on the bed, Petal,” I murmured.
She bent, and my arm followed the movement, keeping the gun to her head. I heard the thud her boots made as she let them fall on the floor. Slowly she straddled me, her clothes still on while I was naked except for my dick that was tenting my boxers.
“Pull my dick out,” I told her as I lay back, putting one hand behind my head and the other one still holding on to the Glock because I might want to fuck Daphne every which way to Sunday, but I didn’t trust her.
How could someone so small wreak so much havoc? In the world and my fucking heart. I was desensitized to almost everything but her. I think that’s why I had a sick obsession with her. She was the only person who made me feel anything lately, and it was like a fucking drug I couldn’t get enough of.
Her small hand wrapped around my hard dick, and she gave a stroke.
Fuck.
With the gun still aimed at her head, I threw my head back and closed my eyes for a second. “I want to feel the tip of my dick touch your throat.”
I held my breath waiting for her next move. Anyone who thought I was raping her because I had a gun to her head was wrong. Daphne was no one’s victim. She wasn’t fucked-up, she was just a bit broken, and I liked playing with all the cut-up pieces. I could handle pain, and blood didn’t scare me.
“Fucking missed your mouth,” I hissed the moment I felt her tongue gliding down my shaft. She kept going until I was down her throat. She had no gag reflex. With my eyes still closed, I reached for her hair with my free hand. Her hips rose at the same time as I bunched her hair in my fist and brought her head down.
Her breathing changed, and drool started to fall to my balls. I was fucking her mouth, and yet she wasn’t protesting.
When I slowed down my movements, she sucked me deep. I groaned, and my eyes sprang open. Beauty wasn’t something that starstruck me. I’d seen the wonders the world had to offer. I had beautiful women warming my beds. Beauty was a weapon most women wielded. But with Daphne, it went deeper than just a pretty face.
My back tingled, and my balls got tight. I knew I was close to blowing my load. I couldn’t have that. Leaving all pretense that the gun was actually forcing Daphne to do something she didn’t want to, I tossed it aside.
My hand came to under her arms, pulling her up my body. She fit me to perfection. A tiny little thing with curves in all the right places, and she didn’t need me to protect her, but I would lay down my life for hers in a heartbeat.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
My hand gripped her face, making sure she stared at me. I didn’t get mad when she defied me—nothing ever came easy with her. Good. I didn’t want easy anyway.
“Fine, I’ll kiss you,” I spat.
In one swift movement, I had her pinned underneath me. Her onyx hair was spanned over my pillow. Her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. I had her hands restrained at the side of her head, and my body was trapping hers down.
“Look at me, Petal,” I breathed. I was well aware that at any moment, this could become too much for her, and she could push me off. She could have sex; she fucked like a damn slut—it was emotions that had her scared.
Her gaze collided with mine. The gray looked dark because there was no light in this tent; still, there was lust and hesitation.
“Either you kiss me back, or I’ll keep kissing you until your lips fucking bleed.”
Her chest rose with defiance, making my already hard dick enlarge even more.
“Then I hope you like the taste of blood,” she taunted.
“Oh Petal, blood doesn’t scare me,” I said before my lips descended on her mouth. Soft, plump lips met mine. I licked the lower one with the tip of my tongue. My hands held her arms in a vise, making sure she wouldn’t be going anywhere.
Some people went their whole lives without feeling crippling desire. The kind that made you fight wars and travel to the ends of the world to get another hit. It didn’t matter the time or space that passed; it was her lips I wanted. Her body the one I desired; it was her heart that I was damned to acquire or brutally rip out of her chest.
One way or another, she was going to be mine.
The kiss was gentle, a soothing wind in the chaotic storm we lived in. Her lips were soft, perhaps the most delicate part of her, unmarred fucking perfection. I didn’t allow myself to look at her while I gave her a slow kiss. Right now, she was like a caged animal, and I didn’t fall back. She was beautiful, but when she was backed into a corner, scared, feeling weak, she was a fucking vision.
I added more pressure to my kisses, along with biting. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Once again, her body betrayed how she was really feeling. I let go of one of her arms and reached for a knife I had under my pillow.
It was a hunting knife, the tip sharp enough to tear skin. I kissed her again, then brought the blade to the middle of her bottom lip and made a small cut.
“You wanted blood—” I kissed her lips, the taste of copper filling my taste buds. “—I made you bleed.” I licked my lips, and she did the same, wincing for a second. I rose, kneeling on top of her. “Every time you talk, you’ll feel me,” I spat at her. I brought the knife down, stabbing it on the mattress right between her legs. “Now fucking kiss me,” I demanded as I bent to take her mouth one more time.
Her lips opened, and I could have sworn I heard heaven sing or maybe hell, but fuck, at this point, I didn’t care. We clashed—two people fighting for dominance with neither wanting to surrender. Blood, lies, and regret were mixed into this kiss, and fuck if that didn’t sound like one hell of a good time.
For the first time since pinning her down, her arms moved. I let them go to see what she would do. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her mouth opening and her tongue seeking refuge in my own.
“You’re so bloody maddening,” I groaned against her mouth.
She whimpered. Probably from pain, but I was ready to fucking blow.
Her body started to move below me. She was fucking rubbing herself against the knife between her legs. I reached between us, pulling it off and throwing it across my tent.
“Either take your trousers off, or allow me room to play.” I was going mad with need, but I still gave her a fucking choice before I pushed her past the point of no return. Daphne took a deep breath, then unbuttoned her trousers.
My hand went to the small patch of naked skin in her stomach. I slid my hand down, ignoring the bumpy skin not to draw attention or make her self-conscious.
Her mound was silky smooth. With two fingers, I parted the flesh of her pussy and was greeted with wetness.
Fuck, yeah.
“Do you hate it?” I taunted her. “The way your cunt begs for me?” I inserted the two digits in roughly, and she let out a low moan. That right there undid me. I wasn’t a rational guy on most days, but having her coming undone by my doing had me unhinged, and I was selfish when it came to her. I didn’t want to share her with anyone. Not a moan or whimper. Everything she gave me was sacred, and it was for my pleasure only.
“Shut up,” I growled.
She glared at me, but I ignored her. I had my fingers in her wet pussy, and I kept fucking her with them. When I hooked my fingers, touching that soft spot, her head lolled to the side, her eyes rolling a little. Her mouth parted, and a loud moan left her lips.