Curse's Claim (Chaos Bleeds)(39)

“Baby, I don’t blame you for anything. You’ve put your life on hold because of what you did. I’ll never tell anyone, and I’ll make sure Ashley knows to keep shit to herself.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. She won’t tell anyone.” Mia stroked his arm thinking about her friend. “I don’t want you fucking her again.”

“I won’t. I didn’t have you before.” He kissed her neck. “We’ve got to find a place of our own.”

“What about my mom? I can’t just leave her.”

“I’m not telling you to leave her, but we need a place to call our own.” He pulled out of her body and stood from the bed. “Come on. We’ll talk while we wash.”

Taking his hand, she was conscious of his cum sliding down her thigh. Curse ran a bath and waited for her to get in before climbing in beside her. His arms rested along the edge of bathtub. She traced over each pattern and ink mark.

“Will I need to get a tattoo?” She’d never been a big fan of needles and didn’t intend to start now.

“No. Some of the boys don’t have ink. It’s not a necessity.”

She relaxed against his chest, feeling his cock pressing against her ass. “Don’t you ever stop?” she asked, moaning.

“I like sex. I’ve been fucking for as long as I can remember.”

Mia chuckled. “I’m going to walk funny if I don’t find other ways to satisfy you.”

He ran his hands down her body, fingering her breasts then going down to cup her pussy. “Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll teach you to take my cock.”

Turning in his arms, she reached down to grip his erection. Sliding her legs around his back, she eased up and then took his cock inside her.

Curse groaned. His hands went to her ass, gripping the flesh. “Baby, I think you’re the one who’s insatiable.”

She grabbed a cloth and the soap. “I’ve got a reason. I want to wash you.” Mia soaped the cloth and started to wipe his body.

He stroked her cheek, tracing over the marks.

Holding her breath, she waited for him to withdraw. He didn’t scare her. Curse never frightened her.

“I wish he was still alive so I could hurt him some more.”

She looked at his hands. The knuckles were cracked from the punches he’d given the man. Kissing the marks, Mia returned her gaze to his.

“No man has ever taken the time to protect me.” She stared into his eyes. “We’ll all be all right, right?”

He dropped his hand back to the side of the tub. “I don’t know, baby. Jerry has his head stuck up his ass about this. I’ve not got a clue what’s going to happen.”

“I’m going to need to see my mom tomorrow.”

“We’re not going to let you die,” Curse said.

“I know. I can’t help but worry about it.” She leaned forward and kissed his lips. Offering him a smile she washed his body as he started to thrust inside her.

“If you’re going to have my cock inside you, you’re going to fuck me as well.”

Mia groaned as he jerked within her, hitting her cervix. The pleasure and pain combined.

“Yeah, that’s what my baby wants. A nice hard fuck.” His hands caressed over her front, pinching her nipples. The two pains combined together going straight to her clit at the sudden pulse of pleasure. “I can feel you squeezing me. You love my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, I love your cock.”

“Then ride it.”

“The water?” she said, moaning at the feel of him filling her.

“I don’t give a fuck about the water. It can go anywhere. The only thing I give a fuck about is my cum inside your body.”

His words were dirty and wrong, yet she couldn’t stop the deep seated pleasure they created.

No longer caring about the mess, she gripped his shoulders and started to ride his cock. Curse sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He bit down on the bud and licked the pain away.

“So beautiful. You better get used to being naked, baby.”

Sinking her fingers into his hair, she tugged on the strands as she fucked his cock.

“Take your pleasure, Mia.”

His cock went deep, and all she could do was fuck him.

They came together. Their release set the other off immediately.

Keeping her arms wrapped around him. Curse washed her body, and when they were finished he carried her through to the bedroom.

Staring into his eyes, Mia traced a finger over his lips.

“Don’t leave me,” she said.

“I won’t.”

“Everyone else has.”

He shook his head. “Your father, weak shit that he is, left you. I never will.” Curse claimed her lips, and she held him close. “No one is getting rid of me. You’re my property, baby.”