Tainted Love(74)

I smile. “Oh, do what?” I rub myself up against his groin. “Don’t do this?”

I bite my lip and smirk at him. I see his eye twitch before he matches my smile.

“Mmm, you shouldn’t have done that.”

He takes hold of my wrists, bringing them up over my head with one of his hands. His other hand reaches behind my back, unsnapping my bra and removing it in one easy motion. He brings his face down and licks each of my nipples lightly, so lightly it feels like torture. I roll myself into his groin again, trying to gain some friction.

“Keep still,” he demands.

I turn my head to the side, attempting to keep still but needing a release. His hand continues its journey down my stomach and under my panties. I arch my back off the bed at the contact from his large rough hand covering my pussy. I’ve craved his touch for so long. I feel like a junkie that has just had my hit of the best damn heroin you could ever imagine. His hand sprawls out, slipping one, then two fingers inside me and I still for a brief second.

My eyes open and I look up to him. “Can we not do that yet, please? Just…anything but that,” I whisper out to him. His face sets into stone and he pulls out softly.

“I’m so sorry, Kalie. So fucking sorry, baby. I will never ever let anyone ever come near you again. I promise you that on my life.”

Tears prick my eyes and I nod my head. “I trust you, Ade, but it’s not your fault. I know that now.”

I bring my hand up to his face, running my fingers along his jaw, to his lips, lightly over the two rings that sit hooked around his lip perfectly. He smiles down at me, kissing me gently. I open my mouth, letting his soft pierced tongue slide in. He licks and tugs on my lips in the most seductive of ways. I’ve been kissed—a lot, but no one has ever kissed like this. I feel his hands come to my face, cradling it in his hands.

He reaches down, pulling his briefs down along with my panties. Sliding his hands back up my body while still never breaking our kiss. He runs his hand over my breast, lightly wiping over my nipple, igniting it to life. In one, slow, gentle move I feel his thick, long, pierced cock slide into me. I attempt to moan out against his lips only to have him intensify the kiss. He kisses me deep and hard, our breaths heavy, and our bodies working up a sweat. He pulls out, and pushes in slowly, putting pressure on my clit each time he pushes into me. He lets go of my hands with his other hand and I bring them up around his neck. We work up a pace that’s perfect, our bodies joining, creating the perfect rhythm of love. He finally breaks our kiss, looking deep into my eyes, his breath hitches and he lays one tiny light kiss on my lips.

I know what he’s doing—he’s making love to me. That much I’m aware of.

I run my hands behind his tattooed neck, searching his eyes. He grips onto my thigh and lifts my leg up against his hip without breaking his grind. He brings his forehead to mine, resting it there, looking down to me. I pull his lips to mine, kissing him with all I have. I can feel my body building that familiar tingling feeling deep in my stomach. He pushes into me again hitting something deep inside me and I moan out as my orgasm racks my body, causing it to smash into me like jolts of electricity being shocked through me.





He collapses down, putting all his weight onto me while we both try to catch air.

“Holy fuck,” he says into my neck.

“Holy fuck is right,” I answer back.

He gets up off me and swings his legs off my bed and sits there looking out the window. “Do you love me, Kalie?” he asks. The question throws me off. I crawl across the bed wrapping my arms around his torso from behind.

“Why are you asking me this?”

He turns slightly to me. “Answer the question.”

I smile at him, bringing my body around and straddling him from the front. I run my hands over his face and look deep into his eyes.

“Fuck! I love you. You have no idea how much I fucking love you,” I say with a smile.

He laughs, pulling me back as he lands on his back with me on top of him. “I do. I love you, too. I never thought I’d ever love anyone as much as I love you, Kalie. I never want to live another day apart from you ever again,” he says with complete seriousness.

“I love you, but I have some issues,” I say, pulling my hair behind my ears.

He wraps his arms around me and lies me next to him on the bed. “Shoot,” he replies, pulling back so he can look at me.

“So you’re a hitman?” I ask.

“I don’t remember telling you that.”

“You didn’t, I overheard a conversation when I was taken. Also, Alaina and Vicky pretty much imply it all the time.”