Uncontrollable Temptations (The Tempted Series Book 3) (13 page)

“Ask me again if I want to come inside,” I replied, lifting my hands to her face, my thumbs caressing her lower lip.

“Do you want to come in?” She croaked.

“Fuck, yes,” I hissed against her mouth, swallowing her gasp as my lips pried hers apart and my tongue slipped inside her mouth. She fell back against her door, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.

I reached around her, keeping my mouth attached to hers, and felt around for the key. I turned the key and opened the door, nudging her inside the apartment. I turned her around and pressed her up against her door, taking her hands in mine, pinning them over her head as my teeth scraped along her bottom lip.

“Like it a whole lot knowing I’m the one making you feel. I’m going to make you feel all sorts of things tonight, Sunshine. Tonight, I’m going to take my time,” I vowed, tearing my mouth away from hers, my lips traveling down her throat. “Gonna make it so you feel me even when I’m long gone,” I murmured, leaning back to look at her flushed face.

Her eyes wide and alive, her body willing, she stared at me, licking her lips.

“You promise?”

“I swear it,” I growled, drawing down the zipper of her leather jacket. I reached her waist and hooked my thumbs beneath the elastic of her leather leggings and drew them down her hips. I dropped to my knees, working the fabric down her legs, until they pooled at her ankles. She kicked one boot off, I helped her with the second and once they were both off I pulled her socks and her pants off of her.

I wrapped a hand over each of her ankles and spread them so her feet were shoulder width apart. She had an intricate tattoo, rosary beads that wrapped around her ankle, marking her delicate flesh. I rubbed my thumb over the cross that was tattooed upon the top of her bare foot and wondered if there were any other tattoos to discover. My fingers traveled up her calves, her skin prickling under my touch. I squeezed her thighs and lifted my head to meet her hooded gaze.

My eyes locked with hers as my fingers skimmed the scrap of lace sheathing the part of her I needed most. The softest moan escaped her lips and her eyelids drooped.

“Eyes open, Sunshine,” I commanded, as I moved my hands to the elastic stretched across her hips. She dropped her hands to mine, shoving them away from her panties and hooked her own thumbs around the elastic.

I leaned back on my haunches, appreciating the view as she shimmied them down her legs, all the while keeping her eyes locked with mine. She stepped out of them, returned to the stance I had her in, her fingers tugging at the hem of her shirt. She kept one hand on the hem and the other felt around the wall for the light switch, the room engulfed in darkness.

“Please don’t ask me why,” she whispered.

The question of why she hid herself from me became lost on my tongue at the vulnerability portrayed in her voice.

“Fine,” I relented, running my hand along the outside of her thigh. “But you should know it doesn’t matter if the lights are on or not. You don’t have to hide from me because I’ll see right through you,” I vowed. “Never wanted to peel away the layers of a woman, but with you I can’t seem to help myself. I want you raw and exposed,” I admitted, trailing my index finger over the seam of her pussy.

“Shut up. Just stop talking,” she pleaded.

“What should I do instead?” I probed, as my cock hardened, pushing against the zipper of my jeans. The thrill of having her talk dirty, coaxing her with my fingers, begging for the words with my eyes had me drunk with power.

She gasped.

I removed my fingers, holding the relief she needed hostage, torturing us both.

“Say it,” I ordered.

“Put your mouth on me,” she begged, arching against the door.

“Not until you tell me what part of you I should taste first,” I said adamantly, cupping my cock through denim as I dropped my eyes to that pussy calling my name. I leaned forward and tantalizingly rubbed the tip of my nose against her heated flesh.

“There,” she hissed, her hands dropping to my shoulders as her body arched and rubbed against my nose.

I blew softly against her swollen lips, the scent of her provoking me.

“Say it,” I repeated, my tone harsher, more desperate as I began to lose my fucking mind.

“Pussy,” she hissed.

“Louder,” I said, through clenched teeth, holding onto her thighs, stopping myself from sinking into my heaven.

“Pussy,” she shouted, slamming her head against the door as she cried out. “Please,” my prim and proper beauty begged.

I reached around her ass, squeezing her cheeks and slammed my mouth against her cunt. My tongue ravaged her like a starving animal, delving as deep as I could go, sucking up as much as I could. She threaded her fingers through my hair, pressing against the back of my head and pushing my mouth flush against her. Her pussy was wet, pulsing against my tongue, vibrating to a hymn only for me. She panted, cried, and purred my name. They were the sweetest sounds I had ever heard. They were music to my ears, a song to heal my soul.

I spread her lips, found my home, and pressed my tongue flush against her clit, filling her with two fingers. I groaned as her pussy tightened against my fingers, daring me to shove a third into her. Three fingers tucked tightly inside of her, my tongue lapping at a slow and steady pace waiting patiently to be coated in sunshine.

She thrust her cunt into my face rapidly until I felt her constrict around my fingers and then I tasted her. The sweetest fucking pussy I ever had against my mouth, and I milked her of all she had to offer. I was destined for a life of darkness but with the taste of something so sweet against my tongue, something so light, I wanted to crawl out of my black hole and take purchase in sunshine. Reina was fucking ruining me.

And fuck me if I didn’t slap her ass and demand more of her.

Ruin me, girl. Wreck me.

Just pick up what’s left of me when you’re done.

And give me more.

I could stay on my knees with her pussy in my face all day, every day, and forget the world.

Ruined.

Fucking ruined.

I closed my eyes, feeling the familiar pang of distance creeping inside of me pulling my mind away. I fought against it. Tried not to succumb to the devil dragging me away. I leaned back to take a minute to collect myself, fighting to focus. Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at Reina slithering down the door, panting softly. She repositioned herself so she was on her knees and started to shed my jacket from me.

I swallowed, drunk on her, desperation consuming me as I reached for her face, brought her mouth to mine and kissed her hard. I struggled to stay with her, to get back to where we were, and at the same time I fought not to fall into her and be at her mercy.

I was ruined.

I reached for her shirt again, she stopped me pushing me with all her might until I was lying flat on my back and she was dragging my jeans down my thighs. My cock sprung free, hard as a rock, glistening with pre-come that beckoned for her. I swiped my thumb over the tip, squeezing it until all that threatened to leak was gone. She crawled up my body, grabbed ahold of my dick and brushed the tip of it against her soaked pussy.

I stared up at her face, watched as she cocked her head to the side and slowly raised her hips.

“Happy birthday, Bulldog,” she whispered, sinking down onto my cock.

I don’t know how I kept my eyes open, how they didn’t roll behind my head, but somehow they never left hers as she rode my dick like she was born to do it. I reached up, cupping her breasts, cautious of her limits, so I didn’t rip her shirt from her body. I squeezed them in my palms as she leaned forward, finding her rhythm, getting the right dose of friction.

“Reina,” I chanted, her name becoming my melody as she drew my orgasm from me. I pinched her nipples through the fabric, twisting them until she cried my name over and over again. She moved quicker, skin slapping against skin, matching me cry for cry until we both came hard and fierce. I gripped her hips, yanking her off my cock, a delayed reaction as my release shot out decorating us.

She collapsed on top of me, not giving a damn about the mess, blonde hair sprawled over my chest and I reached up to stroke it as I gathered what was left of my senses. I couldn’t move and didn’t give a fuck if I ever did.

“Your phone is ringing,” she mumbled against my chest.

“What?”

“Listen,” she said.

The low ring sounded, along with the vibration of it as it moved across the floor. I reached around for it, a half-hearted attempt since I wasn’t willing to move just yet and then it finally stopped.

Reina stirred, but I moved my hand to her ass, pressing her hard against me, not ready for her to leave me. I liked the feel of her. Probably a little too much. I exhaled roughly and thought about what the fuck I was doing. I needed to get a grip on this shit. I needed to set rules, some boundaries—mainly for myself because it was likely I’d fall madly out of control for her. I could already feel it brewing deep inside of me.

My phone rang again.

“Fuck, I gotta get that,” I said, moving her off me to rest at my side, and sitting up to grab the phone from my jacket.

Fucking Blackie.

I accepted the call and brought it to my ear.

“Yeah, what is it?” I answered.

“Where the fuck are you? Been calling you off the hook,” he chastised.

“What’s the problem?” I asked ignoring his question. Reina sat up next to me and reached for her clothes.

“Bianci is here, and he’s got something on Jimmy. Motherfucker won’t talk without you. You want to get your ass to the Dog Pound or you going to make me knock his teeth out?”

“I’ll be there in fifteen,” I said, watching as Reina hastily dressed. “Leave Bianci alone.” I added before disconnecting the call. I lifted my hips and dragged my jeans back up to my waist.

“I have to go,” I declared, rising to my feet. She remained silent as she crossed her arms against her chest and stared down at the floor.

“Hey,” I said, shrugging on my jacket. She lifted her head, and it was my turn to be silent. I didn’t know what the fuck to say but by the look in her eyes, she wanted me to say something.

“Be careful getting to wherever you’re going,” she replied.

I nodded and then I took a few steps toward her, leaned over and flicked the lights back on. We both squinted and focused until we adapted to the light. I tipped her chin up with my index finger. “I’ll call you down to the garage and find you a set of wheels,” I promised.

“Sounds good,” she whispered.

Women like Reina didn’t like not knowing where they stood. I’d bet my life she never had just a fuck. She was the kind of woman a man kept real close to him—never letting her out of his sight. If I was a smart man I’d do the same, but those men were the men who knew the difference between right and wrong. All I knew was wrong.

So instead of giving her the things she wanted to hear. I gave her the best I could.

“Liked seeing this side of you, Reina. Gonna want more of that,” I said. “Next time, lights on, maybe even in front of a mirror, that way you can see yourself through the shadows of darkness. The same way I see you.”

“I don’t want to see what you see,” she whispered.

“You should, it’s some fucking sight,” I said, bending a little to press my lips to hers.

“Good night, Sunshine,” I whispered against her mouth before I pulled back and stepped around her. I opened the door and glanced over my shoulder at her. “Lock up,” I ordered, before walking out the door and closing it behind me.

I waited for a moment, listening closely until I heard the lock slide into place.

Yeah, I was ruined.

I dragged my ass to the compound, my helmet tucked under my arm as I strode inside. I spotted Blackie, Anthony Bianci and Riggs all sitting around a table and tipped my head toward them. I stopped off at the bar, placed my helmet on top of it and ran my fingers through my disheveled hair, a result of my helmet and Reina’s fingers.

I glanced at the prospect behind the bar staring up at the flat screen television plastered to the wall and slapped my hand onto the wooden bar to get his attention.

“Hey boss, what can I get you?”

“A beer,” I said, peeling off my jacket. I could still smell Reina—her scent potent, lingering on my face and my clothes. I draped my jacket on the back of the stool, took the beer he offered and walked toward the table where the men sat, waiting for me.

I grabbed the back of the only vacant chair at the table, flipped it around and straddled it as my eyes roamed the faces of the men staring back at me. Blackie’s expression was grim, his jaw tight as he narrowed his eyes at me. Bianci was leaning back against his chair and raised a brow in my direction. Riggs remained indifferent, his trademark blank stare locked firmly in place.

“What the fuck you looking at?” I asked, taking a sip of my beer wondering if they could smell her on me. I zeroed in on Blackie, matching his expression of distaste, knowing while I was coming all over my newfound addiction, he was half tanked with his.