Wrong (A Bad Boy Romance)(101)

“Yeah, hon. Yeah. Hush.” His hand on my wrist pulls me closer, and he kisses my forehead. Then suddenly he tangles his other hand in the hair at the nape of my neck and drags me to him. His mouth shoves hard into mine and I can taste the open cut on his lip.

Suddenly he’s biting into my mouth, his teeth all but scraping my tongue as he takes me so deep and hard our front teeth bang into each other. The pain is a sharp shock that echoes up into my face. I grab at him, fingers digging hard into his biceps. A small gasp of protest comes from him—I’m pretty sure I’ve tweaked the shoulder he was favoring earlier—but he doesn’t pull away, doesn’t even try to say anything. Just kisses me like he’s trying to climb inside me.

I’m nothing but my mouth on Cain’s mouth, his breath mixing with mine, the deep, bruising kisses claiming me. His hand on my hair is so tight it hurts; I can feel some strands separating from my head and still his fingers clench, the short, dull nails digging into my scalp. My own fingers are digging into his arms, feeling the strong bone beneath the firm muscle.

Suddenly he jerks back, and I cry out at the abrupt separation. I want him back, want that taste in my mouth again. “Cain…”

He shakes his head. Then he comes to his feet, bringing me with him. “You know why he did this.”

I can’t help it—I look at the darkening bruise on his ribs, under his right arm. It’s deep blue, nearly black near the center. It’ll only get darker over the next few hours, I’m sure. A pang of guilt constricts my diaphragm. “Because of me.”

“No. Because of us.” His voice is intense, sincere, and I’m not sure what he’s getting at. “Jess…” He stops, and suddenly his arms are on my shoulders, shaking me a little. “Jess. I want you. Now. Your father can’t stop this—can’t stop any of this. This is you and me. Just you and me.” He’s breathy and panting, and I wonder if what he’s saying makes any sense to him, because it’s not making much sense to me. Except for the part where he wants me.

“Cain…”

He grabs my blouse and rips it open down the front. Buttons pop off, and I hear one pinging off the porcelain of the tub behind me. He lifts me bodily from the floor and sets me on the sink, and his head dives between my breasts. He nips, and I flinch and then gasp at the sharp bite of his teeth on my nipple. Then he’s biting down my stomach, his tongue thrusting into my navel. Teeth again below, in the softer skin of my belly. Then his mouth is between my legs and I grab frantically at his hair, afraid I’m going to fall right off the sink.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” I can barely make out what he’s saying because his mouth is full of…well, me, but his hands are firm on my hips and I can tell he’s not going to let me fall. Which is good, since I’m not sure I can focus enough on keeping my balance with him doing that between my legs.

He’s got mad skills with his tongue, that’s for sure. It rolls and flicks and thrusts into me, rolling my clit, stabbing into my pussy, lapping at the wetness pouring out of me. I relax a little, feeling more secure, and instead of grasping at his hair I’m combing my hand through it, the other hand braced on the counter. I’m melting and catching fire all at the same time, his mouth making filthy noises between my legs. My thighs are draped over his wide shoulders now as he pushes even closer in. His mouth takes in all of my pussy, sucking, then his tongue stroking along the length of me makes me gasp again.

And then teeth. God. If anybody had ever told me I’d enjoy having my clit bitten I would have told them to get the fuck out, but Cain’s teeth tightening there makes me jump and almost scream, and not in pain. Not by a long shot. He chuckles as he tightens his grip there, the edges of his teeth nipping just a tiny bit harder then letting go. He uses his teeth all over my pussy, just hard enough that the pain ratchets up the pleasure until I swear to God I’m going to have a heart attack before I manage to orgasm. Or during.

His fingers are digging into my ass cheeks, one of them nearly breaching my asshole. I’m not sure he’s aware he’s doing that, but I can feel it, and it’s just one more point of sensation, and suddenly he digs a little harder into me and shakes his head hard between my legs, his tongue flat against my clit, and everything goes haywire. My whole body clenches, and I feel my pussy throbbing, pulsing, tight and hard. He shoves a finger inside me right as I’m climaxing, follows it with another, then I think with a third. As far as I can tell he’s got his whole hand in there, and I’m squeezing it for all I’m worth, with absolutely no control over my body or my breath. Everything goes black for a moment as the orgasm roars up my belly, into my chest. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before; it’s like drowning, like dying, like being dragged under a fast, fast current with no hope of recovering.