I feel him moving behind me, working on pulling his sweats off, before I hear the nightstand open as he pulls out a condom.
Next thing I know, he reaches around and grips my neck, hard, pulling me up flat against his chest. His hand squeezes my neck as he leans in close to my ear. “You ready?”
I nod my head. “Yes . . .”
Closing my eyes, I hold my breath to prepare for his entrance. I know it’s going to hurt, but I don’t want him to think that I want him to stop if I scream.
I feel the tip of his dick slide across my entrance, before he bites my neck and slams into me hard; so fucking hard that I bite my bottom lip, drawing blood.
His tongue works my neck, easing the pain from his bite, as he pulls out and thrusts back into me, even harder. “You feel better than I imagined,” he growls. “So fucking good. Come here.”
Tilting my neck back, he runs his tongue over my mouth, before sucking my bloody lip into his mouth as he rolls his hips, making me moan into his mouth.
He pulls away from the kiss and licks his lips, no doubt tasting my blood. As weird as it is, it turns me on more. He’s so rough and unfiltered and I love it. It’s a complete turn on and so different from anything I’ve experienced.
Both of his arms wrap around my body, him pulling me as closely as possible as he thrusts into me repeatedly.
Pounding into me hard, he grabs my throat and pulls my neck back. He’s holding it so tightly that I can barely breathe for a minute, until his grip loosens and he growls out in frustration at the realization of him almost choking me.
I scream out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, only causing him to go faster and harder. I don’t want him to stop being rough. I want to feel what’s inside this man.
“Fuuuck!” He yells out, while picking me up and carrying me out of bed and over to the wall.
I grab his hair and moan out as he slams me against the wall and buries himself deep between my legs. “Deeper,” I growl against his lips.
He pushes in deep and stops. His heavy breathing caresses my mouth as he looks me in the eyes and wraps his hand around my throat again. “Like this?”
I lean my head against the wall and scream. “Yes!”
“Grab my hair and hold on,” he demands.
I tangle my right hand into his glorious hair again and hold on as he pounds into me fast and hard. So fucking hard.
“I’m about to come . . .” I yank his hair, causing him to shove in as deep as he can go. “Royal!” I scream out as my body shakes in his strong arms, as another orgasm shakes to me my core.
He waits until I’m done, before placing his forehead to mine. He keeps it there, while slowly pulling out of me and then slowly thrusting back in. “Fuck! I can’t hold back.”
Placing his hand at the back of my neck, he presses his lips against mine, before rolling his hips and then fucking me as fast and hard as he can.
His teeth dig into my bottom lip, causing me to scream out as he releases himself inside of me. His roughness is such a turn on that the pain is the least of my worries.
Breathing heavily, he runs his tongue over my lips, before pulling me away from the wall and laying me back down on the bed.
His eyes look into mine for a few moments of silence, before he slowly pulls out of me and turns around, baring his beautiful ass to me.
“Why don’t you take a shower and clean the sweat off of you.” He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a long breath. “Then meet me in the room across the hall for that tattoo.”
My heart sinks as he walks out of his room, leaving me alone. My whole body is aching for him to come back even though deep inside I know it probably won’t end well for me.
“Holy shit . . .” I pant. “What the hell just happened?”
I run my hand over my face and then look up at the doorway to see him standing there, watching me. “Grab some clean clothes out of my dresser. You’re staying here tonight.”
He disappears again, leaving me alone in my mixed up thoughts.
This man is going to ruin me, but I have a feeling that after tonight, nothing will be able to keep me away . . .
SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK . . .
My heart is racing. My body is full of sweat, and all I can smell is her sweet fucking scent, intoxicating me. She’s not even in the same room with me, yet she’s fucking surrounding me, making it hard to breathe.
I knew without a doubt that if she was still here by the time I got back, waiting at my door, that I’d give in and fucking take her. There’s too much shit running through my head, locking me inside my fucked up mind, and a release was far past needed. I was just hoping it wouldn’t have to be her.
But her words . . . They had to go and fuck with me and give me a reason to have to bury myself so deep inside her that it hurt. I wanted her to feel me. She needed to see the darkness in me, yet she’s still fucking here.
Anyone else would’ve been scared and ran off after I told them what I did tonight. Not her though. She thinks I should have kept going, and fuck, I wanted to.
Running a hand through my wet hair, I grab the bar above my head and do pull ups, fast and hard, until every muscle in my arms ache and my chest feels as if it’s going to burst from my racing heartbeat.
Dropping from the bar, I shake my sweaty hair out and walk over to my stash of liquor, tilting back the first bottle that I can grab. I close my eyes as it burns my throat, giving me the pain that I need.
Standing with my bottle, I wait until I hear the shower water turn off before I walk back into my room to find a pair of jeans and an old shirt to throw on.
Leaning forward, I grip the dresser until my knuckles turn white. I have the urge to rip this motherfucker apart and destroy it. My thoughts are messing with me again, knowing that I have less than two weeks before I get to hopefully find some kind of peace. I know I won’t find much, but killing that son of a bitch has to bring some. It’s the best I can hope for.
I just better hope that Avalon is far gone from my system by then. There’s no way I’m dragging her into this shit with me, or allowing any harm to come her way. That would be my sure death, because protecting her feels like a part of my life now.
I look up from the dresser, toward the door at the sound of Avalon’s voice. “I’m ready. You good to do this tonight?”
My eyes scan over her beautiful, tan body as she stands there in a pair of my boxer briefs and a gray shirt, her skin glistening with moisture. It takes everything in me not to throw her onto my bed and fuck her hard again.
“Yeah.” I push away from the dresser and walk past her, slipping an arm around her waist to spin her around to follow me.
Flipping on the lights, I point to the black, leather chair and tell her to sit, while I gather my shit.
“Do I need to take any clothes off for this spot?” She questions. “I have no idea what your plans are. I’m just going to let you take control and trust your talent.”
I turn to her, my eyes slowly trailing her body to find the perfect spot to place her next tattoo. There are many options, because any place on her body is beyond fucking perfection, but there’s one spot that I would die to see covered in ink by me. “Take my boxers off.”
Without hesitation she slips my briefs off, setting them beside her in the chair. I have to grit my teeth and grab the chair in restraint, when I see that she’s not wearing any panties beneath them. “Just my briefs, huh?” I ask stiffly. “No fucking panties . . .”
She nods her head and pulls her hair over her shoulder to get comfortable. “I didn’t expect to have to take them off. Is this going to be too much of a distraction for you?”