She's Too Young(25)

And then she bites me. Hard.

So hard that when I jerk back, blood runs down my chin.

“Why.” I work to keep my voice even as I wipe the blood away with the back of my wrist. “Why did you do that?”

She slides off the table and shoves against my chest, but doesn’t succeed in moving me. “You think I’m stupid because I’m young but I’m not. Just tell me…why I’m here.” Her voice has risen until she’s screaming. “How did you get me here?”

“You already know.”

“No.” She shakes her head, sending still-damp blonde hair in every direction. “I know what you told me. But my father wouldn’t just leave me. He would have taken me with him.” Her voice hitches. “If he’d been allowed to.”

We’re hovering right on the edge of the truth and panic makes it difficult to swallow. She’s already withdrawing from me. But I won’t allow it to happen. I just need more time to show her I can give her the best life imaginable. That I can show her the world and drape her in diamonds. Anything she wants.

None of those trappings are available for me to hand over in this exact moment, though. All I have is a hope that she’s one tenth as drawn to me physically as I am to her. When I let my gaze travel down her body, I watch her thighs clench together, her nipples harden, her breath catch…and I know at least in this department, I won’t have a challenge.

Thank God, because I’m fucking starved for my angel.

I advance and she backs away, attempting to skirt around the table, but she runs into a chair and that stumble allows me to catch her. Taking hold of her arms, I turn her around, pressing her up against the wall without much gentleness. I’m heartened by the glimmer of excitement in her eyes…even though her inexperience with a lust-drunk man tempers the excitement with a touch of apprehension.

Pinning both of her wrists above her head, I waste no time fondling her smooth pussy with the use of my free hand, teasing her little bud with my middle finger. Her eyes are glazed after two seconds, a whimper of my name passing her lips. “Mmm. You love sex, don’t you, angel? More than most girls your age, I’d say.” She’s already covering my fingers with arousal, her lithe thighs sawing back and forth on either side of my hand. “Just another thing about you that makes my dick hard. I know you’re going to mean it when you say faster, daddy, faster.” I fill her with two fingers, growling over the discovery that she’s still tight as a virgin, despite having been given a brutal fuck on the floor of my limousine. “You were sent to earth to drive men to fits of jacking off and you love it. You love it even more, because you understand pleasure. The give and take of it. With me. Only with me.”

“Yes. Fine. I love it. With you,” she gasps, eyes flashing. “But that doesn’t mean I c-can’t still hate you.”

“Please, stop saying that. Stop.” My vision fades out under the assault of hearing she hates me. My skin grows tight across my muscle, throat going parched. “When you say things like that to me, it makes me insane.”

There’s a long pause, the energy in the atmosphere halting as she scrutinizes me, cogs turning in whirring circles behind her eyes. I don’t know what she sees. I have no idea. “Free my hands, Ramsey,” she murmurs.

Ashamed to realize how tight I’ve been gripping, I release her wrists, roaring in anguish to see the redness I’ve left behind. But she doesn’t chastise me. Instead, she reaches behind her neck and unties the strings of her bathing suit top, letting it flutter to the ground at her feet.

“I didn’t mean it,” she breathes. “Just tell me the truth. All of it.”

It’s make or break time. But you don’t understand what it will do to me if she leaves. My life was beige monotony before Veda and I can’t go back. When I press our bodies together without answering, I witness a touch of disappointment in her eyes, before desire clouds it out. Our mouths go wild on one another’s while I work the fly of my pants, groaning as I remove my heavy cock. My flesh has only been deprived of Veda’s ministrations for less than an hour and already it’s leaking come, my balls drawn up so tight, I know I’m going to black out once I shove home into her pussy and feel that perfection. Just like last time.

“You want the truth?” I shove a forearm beneath her ass, jerking her off the ground, glorying in the feel of her legs sliding into place around my hips. “The truth is, I’m fucked up, Veda. I’m a monster.”

“No, you’re not.” Her arms wrap around my neck, her luscious mouth planting fairy kisses on my lips. “You’re not.”