Bad Romance (14 page)

“Too much—Dax—please.”

“You got this, baby,” he rumbled against my ear as my vision saw spots of black and white. He didn’t stop and a new fresh wave, smaller than the last, took over and my legs went limp under me. Dax was there to catch me and he did. His fingers slipped free of the liquid mess he’d made of my cunt and lifted me in his arms.

He carried me up the stairs and made for my room. Carefully he laid me out on the bed and took a step back. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, still glistening with my juices, and shoved them between his lips. His eyes rolled back and he hummed at my taste. I grew tight all over. My body hummed right back with him as he stalked towards my bed. He slowly bent and crawled over my body. Heat was a blazing ball of intensity inside my body. His bright eyes gazed down at me and seemed to consume my very soul.

“Why—”

“Don’t ask questions you know the answers to,” he interrupted. “You’re not stupid, to fucking play at being stupid now that I’ve orgasmed the shit out of you in your kitchen.”

My cheeks blazed with embarrassment at his words and he leaned down to brush his lips over them. Down my neck, the wet heat of his lips tickled the hollow at my throat. I couldn’t stop the loud intake of breath. Dax pulled back and looked down at me. He had that blazing smirk that did things to me between my legs.

“You’re sucking in your breath at a few nips and kisses. What kind of sounds are you going to make when I fuck you?”

Heat blazed through me and I knew that I was a very unflattering shade of pink right down to my toes. I was still tied up in my shorts and panties. Dax didn’t waste any more time. He pulled back and took my panties, then hooked my shorts with his thumbs as he went with achingly slow movements. I whimpered. I just wanted to feel him all over me. Not that he seemed to care. To really want me. Or maybe it was just the fact that I knew he could hurt me and it gave me an unhealthy rush.

He tossed them both to the floor and my heartbeat accelerated when he loomed over me. I had a fairly large antique iron bed. But Dax made it look like something from The Shire. I opened my mouth to say something, anything to break the silence as he just looked at me. My bottom half was naked.

“Take off the shirt and bra, Clara. I miss those juicy tits of yours.”

God, he was so dirty. Just vulgar to the core—and I loved it.

I sat up and pulled it off. My bra took a bit of skill as my hands shook under the pressure. When I allowed the lace to slide from me, releasing my very ample DD breasts, Dax groaned. His gaze grew heavy lidded and he started to shuck off clothes very quickly. I couldn’t keep up. I just watched until he was prowling towards me. His predatory actions had me scooting back on the bed until I hit the cool iron frame.

“Mm, right where I want you.” He rose up on his knees between my legs. His cock, long, thick, and very hard, bounced with his movements against his belly.

Gulp.

I swear I couldn’t take my gaze away from his enormous cock bobbing around in front of my face. I heard him laugh and darted my gaze upward. He was looking down at me with that tilt to his lip that screamed he was amused, aroused, and something naughty was totally going to happen.

“Grab the headboard and don’t let go for anything.”

“But—” What an asshole! He knew I wanted to touch his cock, his chest, his very, very steel-like ass.

“Nope, you aren’t in charge of this anymore, little mouse. I’m the boss. I’m in control. You will listen to me and I will make you come so hard you won’t know up from down when I’m over your body. I don’t think I’ll be over it any time soon—but we can pretend for a few hours to let you have a breather.”

My lips parted.

He smirked.

I glared.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I know. Now grab the bars, baby. Don’t make me spank you.”

I could feel my eyes going wide and boy, did he like that. He was slowly stroking his cock and watching me as I squirmed under his gaze. He wouldn’t really spank me. I dared him back, not going to be the one to look away first. I realized he would totally spank me if I didn’t do as he asked. I couldn’t stop the spark of lust that surged through me and forced a whimper between my lips. I reached up and took hold of the iron bars.

“Good girl,” he rumbled before sliding down, grabbing my hips and yanking me to lie across my bed. “Open your legs. Wide.”

I did.

“More.”

I stretched open for him until my thighs ached. In case you weren’t aware, I wasn’t a thin, willowy thing. I was around a size fourteen and didn’t work out—ever. I stopped trying to be a willow when I realized it included dumping all the things I loved in life and living in a gym—it wasn’t worth it.

“Mm, you’re all wet and creamy for me, baby. How sweet of you.” I looked down at him and he was lowering his mouth over my right breast. His hand was sliding down my rounded belly and I cried out when he dipped a finger inside me, swirled, and pulled it out, only to torment my clit. My body had become this humming responsive thing totally under Dax’s control.

“Fuck, I love how responsive you are. I breathe on you and you’re ready for me. Do you know how fucking hot that is?”

He lowered to my breast and blew over my hard nipple. My breasts got really heavy after that. He sucked and pulled at my nipples until I was panting and aching all the way to deep inside my core. My pussy was leaking cream and Dax used that to further his torment of my clit. It was a good thing I had to hold onto the bars over my head because my fists’ natural reaction was to clench shut. The pain from holding on for dear life was overridden by Dax’s clever fingers and mouth on my nipples. They hurt so fucking good I was squirming and crying out—I couldn’t tell what I was saying, the haze of lust was so thick by this point.

“Please, God, Dax, I just—”

“What, baby? Tell me what you need,” he mumbled against my left boob before tracing the areola then sucking the whole area into his mouth at the same moment two of his fingers stretched me open and my body sizzled for more.

“
Shit, shit, shit, shit—” I didn’t know what else I could verbalize. It was mindblowing and felt so damned good I screamed, and then he was gone. His heat,
his mouth, fingers, and tongue.

“Wha—”

My eyes flashed open and he was over me. He caught something with his teeth and the shiny wrapper flashed in my line of vision. He lowered the condom and slipped it onto his pulsing cock. The head looked bulbous and purple. He ached just as much as I did.

“Tell me what you want.” He grabbed my leg and slipped it up over his shoulder. I was stretched again and the ache amplified all of it.

“You, you—”

“No, baby.” He slipped his cock through my slit and pressed it hard against my aching nub. I sucked in a breath and arched into him. I released one hand and flattened it over his chest.

“No you don’t.” He gripped my hand and placed it back against the cold iron. One at a time each finger closed around the cool surface. “Now tell me what you want, where you want it, and how you fucking want it.”

He went back to teasing me with his cock while pulling and pinching my nipples.

“Fuck, I love your tits. I hate small tits. Yours are big, and God, so fucking perfect.”

That—made my pussy clench. He must’ve felt it against the head of his cock because he laughed. “Say it.”

“I want you. In my—” I faltered.

“Where? Say it, say your pussy.”

“I want you in my pussy,” I breathed. “I want it deep. I want to feel you from the inside out.” I didn’t rush the words. I let them come out smooth and on a whisper.

“Fuck.”

And he plunged inside me. His cock hit as far as it could go and he stopped. Looking down at me, he nudged my chin and when I opened up to him he slammed his lips against mine. He started to thrust, slow at first, coaxing the slight ache from my tight pussy stretching to accommodate him. His tongue played in my mouth. It owned me. He owned me. He kissed me while his pumping got harder, faster. The ache built up inside me and his earlier torment came back full force as my body screamed for release. Dax reached up and wrapped his large hands over mine and pounded into me. I could hear my mewls get lost in his mouth. My hips rose to meet his unrelenting rhythm. All I could think was ‘finally, he’s mine and I’m his.’ After all the fucking bullshit we were one and nothing could take this moment away as I felt the rise of my orgasm.

It was demanding and so was Dax.

“Now, baby, come for me.”

He shifted his hips and hit that spot that sent me right over the edge. My pussy danced around his cock, fluttering and clenching and God it hurt but felt so fucking good at the same time. A few more hard thrusts and Dax f
ollowed me right over the edge.

We both came down slowly and he collapsed next to me. I locked his arm around my waist and pulled me against his body.

We were sweating and spent. Both panting as we came down from the moment of euphoric lust.

My mind started to work. Then—I panicked.

“What now?”

I couldn’t help it. Because if I knew anything, I knew Dax and this could have very well have been his final payback for a slight I had no part of.

Chapter Fourteen

Dax

The question halted me. I hadn’t honestly stopped to think that she would think this was all just another revenge tactic. Then again, I hadn’t really given her reason to believe that it wasn’t. I asked her for her trust—then fucked the shit out of her. Even her question was asked on the air of exhaustion. I shifted until I hovered over her.

God, she was fucking beautiful looking flushed and freshly fucked.

I’d done that.

Pride swelled in my chest and I pinned her with my stare. All amusement was gone when I answered her.

“You’re mine. That’s what’s now. You got me?”

Her brows wrinkled in confusion and it was so goddamned cute my serious mask broke and I felt the curl of my lips. I watched her features melt and she seemed to relax under me.

“I don’t—I mean, I don’t understand what’s changed.” She let out a gust of air it looked like she’d been building up for months.

I felt like shit. I’d done that to her. Once again I’d behaved more like my father than my mother and didn't give her any chance to explain. It was as good as a fucking shot gun blast to the brain.

Or fixed brakes in a rain storm—no I wasn’t fucking going there yet with her. We just got one another back and I wasn’t fucking this up right after the best sex I’d ever had.

Actually, I believed I would fuck up—she needed to be warned.

“You want to know what’s different?”

She nodded, suddenly looking nervous. Clara turned her gaze away from me but I grabbed her chin and moved her head back.

“You ain’t running from me anymore. I know all your damned hidey holes now. I’ve fucked you, sucked, licked, and owned the mother fucking shit out of you. You’re mine! Every inch of this sexy body is mine. No one touches you again. Now I say again. You got me?”

She was nodding then flipped that shit right over. “No.”

I leaned back and looked down at her. She cringed and I knew I was doing the glare. I looked like my fucking worthless criminal of a father when I did the glare. Todd would slug me when I pulled it on him.

Todd—fuck.

He would need telling about this new development. I really didn’t want to have to beat the shit out of the man that saved my life and possibly my soul. I was still looking down at Clara when I laid it out for her in terms she would no doubt understand.

“Everything changed when I realized you were lied to, just like me.”

Her eyes grew wide for a moment before then she seemed to get it. “What really happened, Dax?” She lifted her hand and when she cupped my cheek I wanted to kiss her and bottom out in that tight-as-fuck cunt all over again. God, it was heaven.

I took in her features, her adorable little button nose, and those all-knowing eyes. She already had me figured out, well before I finally gave in to her. I dropped back down to her side and pulled her in against me. She rested her head on my chest and, as I gazed up at the ceiling, I realized this was peace.

The last time I’d felt this way was before I was fucking ripped from her life.

I had to be honest. If I wasn’t I’d been like every other lying asshole in her life. And I’d be just like my fucked-up sperm donor. Lazily I ran my finger through her hair. It was soft, comforting.

“My dad had been trying to get me back from the moment your mother pulled me out of that house. He was accused of killing my mother and beating me in the same night. Your mother had enough pull to be allowed to take me home; she was going to adopt me. It looked very much like my father was going to be found guilty and spend a lot of time in prison.” I paused, memories flooding back I wanted to bury in the goddamned dirt. But she had to know. Clara needed to know the fucked-up man who had picked her. Be prepared for the chaos I brought with me.