Wicked Savage: Chapter 5

My palms squeeze her ass as I force her deeper onto my face, needing to make her do that again. And again.

Wonder what her record is, because I’m about to shatter it.

Dinara is breathtaking with her clothes on, but without them, she’s simply stolen my breath away.

I don’t deserve to even look at something so beautiful, let alone touch her or fuck her. And I am gonna fuck her—hard and deep until she’s coming on my dick, begging me to stop because she can’t come anymore.

I don’t know what it is about her, what has drawn me in from the moment she spilled that drink on me. But there’s something here, and I’m not leaving until I get her number so we can explore this beyond these walls without these damn masks that I wish we weren’t wearing right now.

She whimpers as I slide my head out from under her, grabbing the whip and letting it slide over her perfectly round ass. Wanting to see it grow pink under my harsh punishment, I give her a single strike, my cock damn near painful from how badly I want her.

“Oh God!” She jolts, though remains on her hands and knees, her skin growing redder. “Do it again.”

That surprises me. I expected her to use her safe word.

“Dirty girl.” I grab a fistful of her ass, spanking her with my palm, then running my fingers over the skin to soothe it before I let the whip strike her, harder this time.

She gasps, her arms trembling, but she still remains upright.

“Good girl. I think you deserve a reward.”

I sink my fingers inside her, and she greedily sucks me into her tight cunt, collapsing onto her chest when I thrust faster, coaxing another orgasm from her pretty lips.

“That’s it, give me another. Let me hear you.”

“Oh my God!” she cries as I curl my fingers, hitting her G-spot.

Then she gives me exactly what I wanted, shattering and screaming my name while her body thrashes in pleasure. Pleasure I gave her.

“That’s it, a ghra. It’s all mine.”

I don’t know why I’m calling her these things. I don’t even know her, but it just feels right.

She cries out, grasping the sheets with her small hands. I want them on my back, nails clawing across my flesh while I fuck her.

Collapsing on the bed, she’s unable to hold herself up anymore. I let out a small chuckle before grabbing her hips and throwing her onto her back.

Her breaths grow labored while I get to my feet, needing to free this painful erection so I can finally have what I’ve wanted from the moment I saw her at the bar, looking all cute with her dress soaking wet around her beautiful tits.

My gaze roves down her body as I wonder how many men she’s been with, wanting to rip out their eyes and cut off their arms for looking at and touching what I have deemed to be mine already.

The thoughts make me insane. Images of her tangled in bed with them, crying out in pleasure for them.

Fuck. Seeing that play in my head makes me painfully hard, yet enraged all at the same time. I’ve lost my damn mind.

I rip off the scarf, wanting her to see me too, and when her gaze lands on me, her teeth tug on the corner of her bottom lip.

“So damn sexy,” I tell her, and her face flushes at the compliment while I reach into my pocket, grabbing a condom before I strip off my pants and boxers.

Her wide eyes drop to my cock. “You’re…huge.”

A low laugh rumbles from my chest as I fist the thick length, slow and deliberate. “If you’re worried, don’t be. I promise we’ll make it fit.”

Her lips part with a slight tremble, her gaze flicking up to meet mine before shifting back down. “Are those…”

“Piercings?”

She swallows, eyes locked in fascination.

“Yes, they are.”

I finger the four frenum piercings on the underside of my shaft. Moving in closer, I tear the condom wrapper open with my teeth and roll it on in one smooth motion.

“Did that hurt?” she asks, curiosity laced in her tone. “I bet it did.”

I plant my knee beside her on the bed, grabbing her ankles and pulling her closer, desperate to see her face.

What’s Konstantin gonna do if I break a rule? Try to kill me? That wouldn’t end well for him.

“It hurt like hell.” My lips trail down her abdomen, each kiss slower than the last, my eyes locked on hers. “Need you to make it better.”

Her fingers weave into my hair, giving it a teasing tug. “And how do I do that?”

I throw one of her legs over my shoulder as I slide my body lower. “I think your pretty mouth wrapped around it would really make me feel better.”

“Maybe I can help with that.”

Letting out a growl, I pull her thighs apart. “Not yet.” My tongue slides up her cunt, making her jerk. “I need to taste you one more time before I have you gagging on my dick.”

I suck each lip into my mouth before taking her clit, pulling it with my lips. She sucks in a moan, whimpering and tugging on my hair. Two fingers slide inside her as my tongue rolls over her there, bringing another orgasm dangerously close.

I can’t get over how tight she is. Need to feel all that wrapped around my cock.

“Cillian, yes!” Her hand sinks through my hair, pulling hard as her body bends in pleasure.

When I drive deeper this time, she comes all over my mouth. Tasting her is definitely my new favorite thing. Unable to wait another moment, I climb up her body, her legs hooking over my hips as she stares up at me.

“Hi there, baby.” The back of my hand gently caresses her cheek, and when she smiles at me, I feel it everywhere.

Her thumb grazes over my mouth. “Hi yourself.” She lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re very talented.”

“Is that right?” I work the length of my cock over her clit, and she cries out when my piercings rub over her.

Really wish I wasn’t wearing this rubber.

“Women must love the things you can do with that tongue.” Her brows furrow, and her mouth pops wide with a cry when I grind myself against her once again.

“The only woman who matters right now is you.”

She laughs, but a second later when I rub into her again, she’s groaning, desperate to come again.

My hand curls around my dick, lining it up with her entrance while I search her eyes. “I need to see you.”

“You are seeing me.” She places a soft palm across my nape.

Before she can stop me, I tear off my mask.

She gasps, eyes growing. “You…you can’t do that.”

“And who’s gonna stop me?” I reach for the strap of her mask, needing to see her. Needing her completely bare.

“We’ll get in trouble.” Her fingertips trail over my forehead, my jaw, like she’s memorizing me. Like she’s been waiting for this moment as much as I have.

I drop my mouth to hers, my voice a rough whisper. “You’re worth the trouble.”

Slowly, deliberately, I slide her mask off, unwrapping her like a gift that belongs to me alone. And when I finally see her, I forget how to breathe.

I trace the delicate slope of her cheekbones, the curve of her narrow chin. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

Her hands slip behind my head, pulling me in until our lips barely touch. “You’re very handsome too.”

A smirk tugs at my lips. I’ve never cared for compliments, but from her? I could listen all night.

“I’ve wanted to know what you looked like since I saw you,” she confesses, lifting up to kiss me again.

I groan, working the crown of my cock inside her, but barely making a dent. Shit, she really is tight.

When I try to push in further, her face tenses, a wince of pain flashing across it.

Suddenly, it hits me.

No. She can’t be…

“Dinara…”

“Yes?” She grimaces, a slight wrinkle forming on her button nose.

There’s absolutely no way she’s a virgin. And there’s absolutely no way I can do this if she is.

“Is this your first time?”

Fuck. Tell me it’s not.

When she bites her bottom lip and doesn’t say a word, I shut my eyes. “Ní féidir é seo a bheith ag tarlú.” This can’t be happening.

I need to get off of her. There’s no way in hell I’m taking this girl’s virginity. That wouldn’t be goddamn right.

But I can’t move. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, even though every instinct tells me to stop. Because no matter what, I want this. I want her.

“Please,” she begs, grabbing my wrist, her features tight. “I want you. Don’t deny me.”

“How the hell can I do this? I can’t take your damn virginity, Dinara. Fuck!” I grab a chunk of my hair. “How old are you?”

She’s definitely young, which makes it even worse.

“It was my eighteenth birthday a few days ago.”

“Oh, Jesus, baby. You’re too young for me. I can’t do that to you.” My teeth grind; I want to bury myself deep inside her and forget this damn conversation.

There’s no way I’m gonna give this honor to some other man. Not when she feels like she’s already mine.

She shakes her head. “No, I’m not too young! Please don’t do this.”

“Dinara, I’m thirty-five. I shouldn’t be here with you.”

Her body deflates, tension pooling between her brows. A hand reaches out to clasp my cheek.

“But you want to be here.” Those eyes fill with emotion. “You want me, so stop fighting it and come back.”

Her soft touch, that ache in her tone, has me wanting to forget why the hell this is all wrong in the first place.

She’s an adult. She wants this. Who the hell am I to say no?

“Please… I need this, and I only want it with you.”

Fucking hell.

Her words send me completely over the edge. I need her too, like my life depends on it.

I lower my forehead to hers, and her mouth strokes mine.

“Has any man tasted you before?”

“No.” She kisses me softly while I groan. “Nothing before you.”

“Fuck, Dinara.” My cock jerks knowing I have that first too. “I want all your firsts.”

My length rubs against her warm center, needing to find a home inside her.

“I want to give them to you.”

“Fuuuck.” My heart races. She’s killing me.

“I’ve never felt anything like what I feel with you,” she goes on. “And even though it may not make sense, I want you to be my first.”

My muscles grow rigid as I gaze back down at her. “I’m gonna take care of you. Your first time should be special.”

My heart and my mind are at war. I know I shouldn’t do this, yet I refuse to let another man have what belongs to me. This sweet young thing is mine, and I’ve never been one to share.

She laughs, her eyes shimmering with emotion. “That’s really sweet.”

“You make me want to be sweet,” I reply with a grin. “Just don’t tell my brothers.”

A soft giggle escapes her, followed by a sharp inhale as I ease in another inch, making sure not to hurt her.

“You’re doing so good.” Pushing deeper, I stroke her clit gently, keeping my eyes locked on hers, watching for any hint of discomfort.

She hides it well, her expression steady, though I can see the slightest tension in her jaw.

“That’s it, baby. Let me in.” I clasp her cheek, circling my hips as I sink a little more, her gaze morphing into pleasure. “You’re such a good girl, letting me stretch this pussy.”

“Oh God, Cillian.” Her lashes flutter, those thighs spreading wider.

I force another inch, and her eyes tremble to a close.

“No, don’t do that. Look at me. I want your pleasure and your pain. I want it all.”

She grabs hold of my biceps while I lift her leg up over my shoulder, opening her up for me. Gazing down at her, I can’t help this sense of possessiveness, this burning need to keep her that continues to overtake me, even more now that I’ve had something no man has before.

And I know right now, whoever she is, wherever the hell she came from, she’s gonna be mine.

“I need more. Please.” Those pleading eyes call to me, and if I could hold out, I’d make her beg some more, but I need her right now.

Inching deeper, I ease myself into her, moving slowly. When she winces, I still.

“Don’t stop.” She grabs my shoulder. “Just fuck me.”

I smirk. “You sure you’re a virgin, babe?”

“Not anymore.” A teasing smile dances across her face. “Please, Cillian, don’t hold back. I want you. I want this. Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”

My teeth grind, my cock throbbing from my ravenous need to fuck her until she can’t walk tomorrow. Before I can stop myself, I drive deeper, only getting halfway in before she cries out in pain, her nails digging into my skin, her face contorting with strain.

“You okay?”

“I will be.”

My mouth forms a hard line. “I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I know, but it’s inevitable.”

She’s right, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

Working my hand between us, I finger her clit while I sink another inch, and she whimpers in pleasure. “This is gonna hurt, love.”

She nods, and this time when I thrust inside her, an inhale dies in her throat.

“Breathe, baby. Just breathe.”

Tears shimmer in her gaze, and I hate myself right now.

“I’m sorry, leannan.” My lips trace over her jaw.

“It’s okay. Just keep going.”

I continue to stroke her clit, rising onto my knees so I can watch myself go in and out of her. “You’re so damn sexy, letting me use your virgin pussy like this.”

“Yes, keep talking.” Her eyes roll back. “Those piercings feel so good even through the condom.”

A growl slips out, my hand wrapping around her throat while I slide out, then drive all the way in with a hard thrust.

“Oh shit,” she winces, her brows pinched.

“You alright, baby?”

She nods.

My fingers squeeze around her delicate throat as I begin to move, increasing the rhythm, her mouth trembling with each shift.

“Yes, that feels good,” she moans, her voice sweet and innocent, which only makes me take her harder.

“Such a dirty little thing, letting me do whatever I want to this gorgeous body.” My thumb continues to roll over her clit as her back bows, her walls clinging tighter around my dick.

“Oh God, I’m close.”

Looking into her eyes, I slam my hips faster, her pussy wet and tight around me. She’s like a damn high I can’t escape from. I’d rather die than walk away from whatever this is.

Flipping her over, I take her from the back, her knees up, face pressed to the mattress, my palm slapping her hard across her ass.

“Oh fuck, fuck, yes!” she cries, all traces of her pain now gone.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I use my other hand to touch between her thighs, teasing her while she begs me to come.

“You take my cock so good. Gonna force you to come over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

She glances at me over her shoulder, and the need to taste that mouth consumes me. I give in, tilting her face up and pressing my lips to hers, losing myself in the way she melts against me.