Dark (Beautiful Ashes #1)(57)

She angled her head, not missing how brutal his words sounded. “Give you permission to what?”

“To give you what you need.” He yanked his shirt over his head.

Keeley licked her lips at the play of muscle and pure male beauty before her. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

He was on her now, cupping her face in his hands and burning the truth into her gaze with his. “I do.” Tar willed her to listen, hear what he was telling her. He licked the outside of her mouth then nipped at her bottom lip. She opened for him but he didn’t accept the invitation, sliding his tongue along her jaw to her ear, he rasped, “Let. Me. In.”

“I-I,” she breathed heavily while moving her hands to his magnificent, sculpted chest, but he caught them.

“I’m calling the shots here, Tigress.” There was no mistaking his authority in the statement dripping with naughty promises.

She stared into those harsh, desired filled emeralds. “What—”

“Turn around,” he ordered without letting her finish the question.

She should be pissed, but Keeley craved his dominance more. Her pivot was slow and deliberate, ensuring her ass swept across the heavy bulge in his black BDU’s. His sharp intake of breath told her how much she affected him. Damn good thing, considering how he affected her any given moment. A sudden smack to her ass brought a yelp of surprise. “Hey,” she admonished, earning her a harder, firmer one across the other cheek. God, she needed more, like a belt in his hands. As if he could read her wayward thoughts, Tar fisted her hair and yanked her back against him.

Mouth wide, he bit the top of her shoulder which brought goose bumps everywhere on her body. His heavy cock ground into her backside as he spoke, “You will do exactly what I say. Each time you beg for more exquisite pain, I will punish you with soft pleasure.”

Holy fucking shit. Her mouth was dry but she forced the words out, “Yes, Sir.”

His hands snaked around, massaging her perfect tits. There wasn’t any place on her delectable body he didn’t want to fuck thoroughly. Fighting his own urges with the knowledge she needed to trust he could handle her demons, he pinched the rods on her peaks and twisted. She moaned and began to move her ass against him. Tar released the jewelry he’d been manipulating and blew gently along her jaw before barely tracing the same path with his lips. Keeley swallowed hard. “I n-need-d,” she stuttered.

Tar teased with the tip of his tongue along the shell of her ear. “More?”

“Yessssss,” she hissed.

He moved to the corner of her mouth and licked, not letting her tongue meet his. “I like it gentle, too, baby.”

Her brow furrowed with concentration searching for his meaning. Light bulb. If she wanted him to play hard, no begging for it. Bastard was determined to kill her. She meant to tell him so until he placed the most tender kiss on her lips. Damn, she could get used to this. “Tar,” she breathed into his mouth and felt his smile.

“Are you wet for me?” He continued his soft torture of light licks and gentle strokes around her mouth, along her jaw, down Keeley’s neck. His fingers walked between her breasts, down her flat tummy, and fluttered across her bare secrets. He stayed tormenting her, daring her to move, but she held still. “Good, girl,” he praised as he dipped into her and pumped. In. Out. Wet sounds filling the air. Tar drew in the scent of her arousal deeply. “So ready to be fucked,” he said with not a little awe. She wasn’t as far gone to her addiction as she thought. “Such a desirable wench.” His other hand swatting her ass hard enough to move her forward. He zeroed in on that huge mirror. Maybe if she got a glimpse of how he saw her, Tar could get Keeley to let him in. Show her how loved and wanted and worthy she was. With laser focus, he nudged her toward the vanity. Tar lifted her onto the counter top. “On your knees, baby.”

Keeley’s hawk-like gaze watched his every move as he positioned himself behind her. “I want you naked,” she dared.

He licked up her spine and whispered, “Do you now?”

Hell yes. Keeley met his gaze with her desire laden one. “Please.”

“Play with those rods, but keep your eyes on me.”

She obeyed immediately, wanting whatever it was he planned on offering. Her regard locked on his incredible abs. Like the rest of him, they were heavy with muscle, but not overly bulky. Perfection. He was tall, dark, and handsome. She feasted while tugging and twisting until her nipples were red and past erect, demanding his teeth. Her tongue snaked out as his long, wide cock was freed. His piercing, lust-filled gaze met hers and forced the confession, “I want you to come in my mouth,” out of her.