Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) (45 page)

She chewed at her lower lip. While I was joking, she seemed to be legitimately considering it and I have to say it was cute. But God I hoped she didn’t overthink this thing to death. “Okay. I’d like that.” Laughing, I gave my head a shake and went over to the satellite radio, selecting a channel that boasted that it played all the hit love songs from the past and today.

“Good?” I asked, turning back to her.

The hesitation that was in her eyes was beginning to fade. “Yes. Thank you.”

Walking towards the bed, I pulled the sweater up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. I didn’t miss the fact that her breath hitched or the way her dark eyes widened as they drank in every inch of me. “So, my sweet little church girl, if you’re having second thoughts or want to back out, I suggest you do it now.”

Chapter 18

Emily

My entire body was trembling, both from anticipation and pure, sheer fright. This was it. No waiting for marriage, no saving myself for the man who would be my husband. I was going to give myself to the man who’d abducted me and on a whim could sell me without thinking twice. But he was giving me control. Sure it might just be an illusion – ultimately he was still the master and I his slave, as he seemed to like to refer to me – but I needed to buy into this fantasy for tonight. After the weeks that I’d endured and the uncertain future, I needed the fantasy of this night.

Getting to my knees I crawled over to the edge of the bed and tentatively touched his bare abdominals. The muscle was hard and so defined, like those you’d see in one of those magazines. “Will you tell me about these?” I fingered the raised skin where the scar was along his left side was.

“There’s not much to tell. I got stabbed.” I looked up at him and he gave me a wink. “But don’t worry, you’ve made your mark to go along with the collection on my arm and chest.” My eyes drifted to his arm and then his chest. The bandages were still present, covering the wounds, but they were healing nicely with no infection.

“I’m sorry…”

He gave his head a shake. “We’ve discussed this. It’s just a scar. You don’t live my life without wearing the history.” Seeing my disappointment and upset, he let out low groan. “Fine. That particular scar is one of my oldest. The man I killed, the man who killed my parents, managed to grab a knife and slice my side. Nothing serious.”

It looked serious. Over ten years old and it was still a prominent mark on his body.

Sliding a hand to the back of my head, he forced me to look back up at him. “Now, you asked me to fuck you. I’m here. I’m ready and I’m allowing you control. Unless you’ve changed your mind, let’s focus on that and not on my past.”

“You’re right.” It was true, I was dwelling. There was so much I wanted to know about him. I was learning, but certainly not at a pace I was happy with. Problem was, I was so nervous I had no idea where to begin. Closing my eyes, I pressed my cheek into his hand, calming my frazzled nerves and attempting to clear my mind of everything but the physical urges for him.

“Changed your mind, sweetness?”

“No.” Opening my eyes, I looked up at him. There was hunger in his eyes as he looked down at me; his body tensing. As my eyes lowered to his groin, I couldn’t miss the large bulge beneath his pants waiting to be freed. Something stirred within me as a heat and soft throbbing forming between my legs. “Kiss me.”

Placing a knee on the bed next to me he leaned down to me, his lips covering mine. Slipping my hands up his chest, I laced my fingers behind his neck and pulled him tighter, parting my lips and inviting him in. Despite the tension in his body he held himself back, even though I knew what he really was longing to do was tear every stitch of clothing from our bodies and take relief in me. For what felt like the hundredth time tonight I wondered why he was doing this for me, when we both knew he didn’t have to.

His hands slid down to the back of my dress, undoing the zipper and slowly tugging it down. The bodice came loose and then began to fall. Pulling his lips from mine, Tanner slid the spaghetti straps down my shoulders and pushed the top of the dress down. With a flick of his wrist, my lace strapless bra fell away, leaving my chest bare for him.

Without thinking, my hands immediately attempted to cover myself. It was, of course, a futile effort. “Don’t.” He grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head, pushing me down to the bed, his body covering mine. “You’re beautiful and you’re mine.” His lips kissed their way down the side of my neck, the kisses so light and delicate it was hard to believe Tanner was the one placing them. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back, giving him easier access to my neck, basking in the shivers that were flowing through me. Each kiss was a tease, slowly feeding the fire building within me for him. “What did I tell you when you first got here?” he asked as his lips reached my shoulder.

“What?”

His lips left my skin and I could feel him staring at me. Opening my eyes, my gaze locked with his. “I told you, never ever cover yourself from my eyes. There’s no need for modesty around me.”

“Yes…Tanner.”

“Good.” Releasing my hands, he lowered his head and kissed the top of my breast, then circled my nipple until it had turned into a hardened peak. As he nipped at my tight nub I cried out, a rush of desire racing through me. “Now tell me how you want me to take you.” His lips moved to the second breast, repeating the process until both nipples were rock solid.

“I ummm.” I had no idea.

A smirk spread across his lips as he stood, grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position. “If you won’t tell me what you want, then I’ll tell you what I want. Lie back and spread yourself for me.” A flash of the first day with him came to mind and I trembled. He didn’t seem to notice or care; I’ll assume the latter. “I want to watch you masturbate. No need to be shy; we’ll watch each other. I’ll never be able to take you gently if I don’t.”

Slipping out of my dress and my panties, I lay back onto the pillows naked and parting my legs for him as he removed the remainder of his clothing and joined me, kneeling between my legs, towering over me. He gripped his thick, fully erect cock in his hand and stroked himself.

I sat fascinated for a moment, my hand covering my mound as I watched him. His hand tightened on his shaft as the pace quickened and without even realizing I was doing it, my fingers spread my pussy lips and I began to gently stroke my clit, my strokes keeping in time with his. His eyes lowered from mine to my hand on my pussy.

My pussy became wetter with each stroke of my clit and I was quickly becoming overcome with the need to be filled by him. My hand wasn’t nearly as satisfying as I instinctively knew his cock, the head dripping with pre-cum, would be. As the tension and need within me intensified, I couldn’t pull my eyes from his shaft. God help me, I wanted it, and I was at the point where I didn’t care how I got it as long as he took me! I took little satisfaction in the knowledge that he was feeling the same way; his strokes were becoming frenzied and he was slowly groaning, thrusting into his hand with each stroke.

“Tanner, please!” I was coming so close. The tension within me was reaching nearly unbearable heights.

“Please what?”

“I need you, please.”

“Tell me.” His voice had become a harsh growl, the strain evident in his expression.

“I can’t wait any longer, fuck me.” I nearly sobbed the words. God, I wanted him. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t think beyond my body’s need for him! I’d never imagined something like this would have turned me on so badly.

The words had barely left my lips when he groaned and a stream of his cum rocketed from his dick, coating my chest and neck with his warm seed. He collapsed onto me, his lips claiming mine, and batted my hand away from my mound, taking over. As soon as his large, strong fingers stroked my clit I was sent spiraling over the edge, moaning against his mouth, my fingers digging into his backside as I bucked against his hand on my mound.

“Am I so horrible, love?” The words were whispered into my ear and I shook my head, opening my eyes to look up into his.

“No. It was good, God so good.” Although in all fairness I would have said anything at that moment as relief flooded me, but at the same time the feel of his hot, hard body and the feel of his seed spread across my chest and stomach reminded me that we were far from done and I was already beginning to feel a re-emergence of need for him.

He nipped at my lower lip, pulling it into his mouth and then releasing it just as I reached up to kiss him. “Describe to me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.” It was funny how that word was becoming easier and easier to say, especially when I needed him so desperately.

He cupped my chin in his hand; the feel of his shaft was beginning to grow against my thigh. “Tell me how, say the words. Describe it to me.”

“Why are you making this so hard?” Wrapping my legs around his waist, I attempted to pull him down to me, but he refused to comply.

Smiling, he shook his head. “I’m not. I’m not making it hard. I’m offering to give you whatever you want. I’m just asking you describe what you want.”

“You know.” My God, he was so infuriating.

“Details, baby.” He slipped his nearly erect dick between my wet folds, slowly, taunting me. “I want to hear your virgin lips say all the dirty things you want done to you.”

Darn, didn’t he know I was trying, trying so hard? Taking a deep breath in, I let go of the girl that I was in the past. “I want your cock fucking my pussy. I want you to make me come again. I want you to fuck me until I’m too tired to move.”

The hunger in his eyes intensified, becoming feral. “That’s my girl.” I squealed as he grabbed me and flipped onto his back, taking me with him until I was straddling his waist, his cock, which had grown to its full potential, peeping out between my legs. “Now take what you want.”

Giving him an uneasy smile, I ran my fingers over his chest, leaning down and placing a tentative kiss on his lips.

“Take me in; go slow,” he instructed, grabbing my hips and lifting me just enough to settle the head of his cock at my entrance. “Now, take it.”

Grabbing his shoulders for support, my gaze locked with his as I slowly lowered myself onto him. A gasp escaped my lips as his wide girth breached me, stretching me further then I’d even thought possible. He was so much wider than his fingers or the barrel of the gun I’d had in me, causing me to pause as a hint of pain raced through me.

“Emily.” He didn’t push, though I knew he wanted to. He waited, watching me, his fingertips digging painfully into my hips. “Relax. Keep your eyes on me, love.”

Drawing strength from him, I gripped tighter to his shoulders, leaving deep crescent marks in his skin as I slammed down onto him, crying out as he breached me, tearing through all barriers. Tanner groaned, a low and feral sound as he grabbed my waist and pulled my chest down to his, brushing his lips across my temple. “You all right?”

“Yeeeeessss.” The word hissed through my teeth as I buried my head under his chin, holding on to him. But the pain was already beginning to fade as my body demanded more of him.

“Oh fuck, Emily. Fuck, you… Damn you feel… Fuck, incredible.”

“Tanner…” My lips sought his as I slowly began moving on him, pulling out until the head of his shaft was barely breaching my entrance and then slamming back down, taking him in to the hilt.