Inevitable(52)

I could see him through the glass of the shower. His head was downcast as the water sprayed onto the back of his neck and down his body. He looked utterly defeated, and for a slight second, I contemplated giving him the time it looked like he needed. In the end, my body won out because, in a moment’s time, I crossed the bathroom planting my hand on the glass.

His eyes shot up, and even through the blurry stained glass, I could see the darkness looming over him.

“What are you doing up?” he asked gruffly, opening the shower door slowly. His eyes ate up my body stopping on my chest before they landed on my eyes. His own were heavily hooded with desire, and I knew all it would take was one stroke of his cock to break whatever steely resolve he was under.

“I woke up and you were gone. I want you,” I purred into his ear as I leaned into his body. He looked worn and tired, and I knew what we were going through had been getting to him. He was used to everything going as planned and protecting only himself. Our fight had been just that—a fight about Mafia being in his blood, and though I wanted things to be different, I knew they never would be. I would take him any way I could get him. Even if he was a ruthless killer.

He smirked at me, stepping back to allow me into the shower. Goose bumps spread across my skin as I came into contact with the hot water. I stared at him for a long moment before stepping up onto my tiptoes to land a kiss on his lips. His hands roamed over my body as if he were memorizing every inch of me.

“I love you…” he whispered... or at least, I thought he did. His words were so quiet a whisper wasn’t even the word to describe it.

“I love you, too,” I said back, pushing myself into him. His cock was at full attention, but from the molten look in his eyes, my guess was it was the last thing he was focusing on. Wrapping his arms around me, he sat me against the shower wall. Instead of holding me up, he separated my legs, setting each foot on the bathtub ledge. Then he bent down between my legs and buried his face in my pussy. There was no warning, and as his tongue, lips, and teeth assaulted me, I shuddered. My ass slid against the wall so much so I thought I would fall.

A shriek of terror was all Zerro needed to wrap my legs around his shoulders, and eat away. Long gone was the fear of falling, and in its place, hunger so strong, it almost tore me in two.

“Yes… Yes…” I cried out, his tongue gliding through my folds. My hands found his hair and tugged hard as he nipped at my clit. The pleasure coursing through me was borderline painful, and as I came on his face, I felt as if he was trying to get as close as humanly possible to me.

“This sweet cunt wants my cock, doesn’t it?” His voice sounded dirty and my nipples pebbled as small droplets slipped down over my shoulders and down my chest. Biting my lip, I nodded my head unable to udder a word.

“Words, Bree. Use them,” he demanded.

“Yes, my pussy wants your cock,” I exclaimed as two fingers entered me furiously. My body was just coming down from my first orgasm, and I was already in my second.

“More… More…” I cried out knowing nothing could do justice quite like his cock could. He owned me in more than one way.

“When I say so…” His voice held its own desire, and as I focused on him watching himself pump in and out of me, I became enthralled. Right then I came, my muscles clenched around his fingers tightly. Pulling from me gently, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. A thrill showed on his face, and then he stuck one in my mouth.

“Suck it,” he ordered. I did as he said, sucking on my own juices. As strange as it seemed, it only turned me on more. He watched me through hooded eyes as I nipped at his finger gently, only to scrape my tongue over the bite.

“Turn around. I want to take you against the glass.” He spun me around without another word pushing me against the cold glass. My nipples rubbed against the glass, and I cried out in pleasure.

His hands lingered along my hips as he settled in behind me. Anticipation ran rampant as I waited for him to enter me. Turns out, I didn’t have to wait long because, with one fluid thrust, he was in me. My body shuddered, and I almost came from one single stroke.

His hand wove around me, cupping my tit as he rolled my nipple between his fingers. “You’re exquisite, Bree. I don’t deserve someone like you…”

He had no idea what he deserved. Pushing back against his thrusts, I moaned.

“No, it’s I who don’t deserve you.” I barely got the sentence out as the air in my chest was heaved out as he pushed me hard against the glass. Every inch of my body was squished.

“No, love. I don’t deserve you, but that doesn’t mean I won’t take you. You’re mine.” He grunted and nipped at my earlobe.