Captured Devil's Blaze MC Book 1 (8 page)

Strip,
he says. Like that’s so easy.

I could hate him right now. I feel like I’ve been on a damn roller coaster ever since Colin confronted me. This day with Skull has done nothing to settle all the fear and upheaval inside of me. Now, after putting me through the wringer, he just stands there and tells me to strip.

I should tell him to go fuck himself. The problem is, he’d probably just find someone to replace me. This isn’t about love. There’d be no love with Skull even if Colin wasn’t in the picture. I’m not going to get love.

The image of Colin comes to mind. I bite down the panic and, instead, center my gaze on Skull as I fumble with my pants. I eventually get them off, but it’s definitely not sexy and alluring like in the movies. I nearly fall as I kick them off. I feel stupid. I stand up straight and take a deep breath. Skull stands there not saying a thing. It’s like he’s daring me to go further, like he doesn’t think I will do this. He probably has a good reason to think I won’t. My nerve is about to fizzle out. The only thing that keeps me going is the memory of Skull’s kiss and his fingers on my skin. That gives me the courage to pull the shirt over my head. Now I’m standing here in my underwear, watching him.

“Bra first,
querida
.”

I take another deep breath; it shudders through my body and comes out ragged. “You’re kind of being an ass,” I tell him, reaching behind me to undo the clasp.

“I like watching you, sweet Beth. I like giving you orders and having you carry them out.”

“I’m not a servant…”

“In here only, Beth. I want you to take my direction. Do what I ask of you. Give me this and I’ll reward you. It’s my job to show you your limits and push them. My job to give your body exactly what it needs… and what it will come to yearn for.”

His words cover me softly like another form of seduction. They make my knees weak and my body respond, but at the same time they make me sad. I won’t get time with Skull, and I think I already yearn for what he can give me. Will it get worse after I actually sleep with him?

My hand covers my breast as I let my bra slip off one shoulder, then work up the courage to remove it completely. That’s when I see his body tighten, his eyes glued to me. This strong, larger-than-life man covered in tattoos and scars is totally wrapped up in me right now. He’s watching my every move. I have his complete attention and he’s filled with need…
for me.
Something about that strikes me deeply. I might be the one following his orders, but I feel powerful right now. I drop the bra and try to be brave enough not to dive down onto the floor and find it.

“
Bella
,” he whispers. I need to learn Spanish. Colin and Matthew made me take French in school because the family has homes and businesses there. Once I get away, I vow that I will memorize and learn every word so I can relive these moments. I am already sure that anything that comes after Skull will never touch me like he does.

“Skull…”

“You are beautiful,
mi cielo
,” he moans. “So fucking beautiful.” He’s walked up to me. His words dance across my skin as his lips gently meet my shoulder, his large hands taking hold of my hips. “You take my breath away.”

It sounds like a line, and maybe it is, but it makes me feel
beautiful
.

“Lie back on the bed,” he tells me.

I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from telling him I’m not ready.  I lie down, letting my head fall half on the pillow and half on the mattress. The bed is unmade and the sheets are rumpled. I worry he’s had other women here, but once I lie down, his scent and cologne surround me, comforting me.

I gasp as his hands circle my knees and he pulls me back down to him. I watch him closely. He grabs the waistband of my panties and looks at me. He winks. Then, just like that, he tears them.

“I don’t have any other—”

“I don’t want you covering my property up,” he says. “You won’t wear them anymore, Beth. I want you bare under your clothes and ready for me whenever I want.” 

I start to argue, but that’s something I can give for the few days I have left with him, so I don’t. He pushes my ruined underwear to the floor and positions himself between my legs. Heat zaps my body, and a mixture of desire and embarrassment flush through me, turning my skin deep pink. I can feel the heat burning in me.

“Skull, I think, I mean…” I stop talking. I don’t think I could say another word if I wanted to. It doesn’t matter because all of my words stop. They lodge in my throat, unable to move, when I feel his tongue flick against the inside of my thigh, his breath against me.

“Lie back and just enjoy, Beth,” he says, and I do exactly that—without arguing this time. I can’t argue. I feel like I might faint.

I feel like a drowning man, losing myself in her. The scent of her sweet pussy envelopes me and I breathe it in … the sweetest nectar I’ve ever dreamed of, finally within my grasp. I bite the inside of her thigh, marking it. My dick jerks in reaction because the fucker knows he’s finally going to get to claim her. 

I pull away and hastily shed my clothes, hoping she’s distracted enough that the sight of my cock doesn’t bring her fear to the forefront again. My experience with virgins is nonexistent. I didn’t need Beth to tell me she had never done this before. It would take a fool not to see it. The mere fact brings me joy.

“Skull?” her soft voice questions, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

“I got you,
querida
. I’m going to make you feel real good in a minute,” I tell her. Then, I use my thumbs to pull the lips of her pussy apart. Her hard little clit is throbbing, drawing my attention. I flatten my tongue, darting inside her entrance. Her taste blooms on my tongue and I groan. A man could become addicted to her taste.
I
could become addicted. I push my tongue inside again, gathering more cream on it and fucking her with it. Her moans are the only encouragement I need. My thumb slides over her clit and instantly more of her cream pours forth. I flick that hard little nub with my tongue over and over as I slide two fingers into her. I give her just a small taste, sliding my knuckles in. She clamps down, her whole body tensing.

“You have to relax,
querida
… Relax your body.”

A shudder rakes through her body, but slowly I feel the muscles in her pussy ease.

“Skull …?”

“Yes,
mi cielo?”
  I answer, sliding my fingers all the way inside her tight channel this time. I go slow, stretching her because she’s so fucking tight. I can’t wait to sink home. I start fucking her with my fingers, carefully and methodically, stretching her for my cock and giving her pleasure at the same time. I use my thumb to caress her clit again, giving her the extra pleasure she needs to bring her close to orgasm.

“What… what are you doing?” she asks when my tongue goes back to teasing her clit and licking up the cream that flows around my fingers. Her hips move against my mouth and the muscles of her thigh tighten against me as she tries to ride.

“Finger fucking you,” I hum against her clit, drawing the throbbing morsel into my mouth, capturing it between my teeth and lashing it with my tongue. Her hands come down to my head, her fingers threading through my hair. She’s pulling me into her pussy. It’s all the more erotic because she has no idea what she needs. It’s pure instinct.
Mine
.

“But, you… I thought we were going to…”

“Thought what, sweetheart?” I ask, pulling back slightly so I can watch the way she sucks my fingers inside. I let my tongue dance along the outside of her lips, touching my fingers and gathering her cream.

“I thought you were going to…
take
me!”
The last syllable is cried out as I stretch her open with my fingers and make the perfect entrance for my tongue. I fuck her with my tongue and collect all of her sweet juice that I can. I push my thumb against her hardened clit, loving the noises coming from her. When I look up, she’s sitting up so she can watch everything I’m doing to her body.

“
Amante dulce
. I am going to take you. I’m going to take you in every way imaginable … starting with consuming you,” I tell her, or maybe I’m warning her. I wrap my arms around her thighs, pulling her pussy into my face. Then, I eat her. My tongue pushes inside, fucking her and adding the pressure of my mouth and nose. I release only to lick up to her clit and suck it in my mouth. “Fuck my face, sweet Beth. Take your pleasure. Take it.” I encourage her as she tries to ride. I bring one hand back and thrust my fingers back into her pussy while I torture her with my mouth, eating, licking, teasing, fucking, and devouring her. 

“Skull!” 

She screams above me, but I can already feel the way her muscles are fluttering and squeezing me. Just as the first flood of cream bathes my face, I pull away, rise quickly while she’s in the throes of her orgasm. Then, I slam home inside of her, tearing through her virgin barrier and making her completely mine. The walls of her pussy collapse against my cock, squeezing the fuck out of it. She cries out and looks up at me with tears in her eyes. It takes everything I have to hold myself still as her muscles flutter and squeeze against my cock, demanding I move. I can’t. Not yet. I owe her this much.

“It hurts,” she moans through her tears, even while her body still shudders from her earlier pleasure.

“Only for a moment,
mi cielo
. Can you feel how you’re already making room for my cock? Stretching to fit only my cock? Mine…”

I bring my fingers between our bodies, seeking her clit and rubbing it gently in my need to arouse her further. After just a little bit, I slide a little further inside. Beth gasps, her head lolling back in pleasure. I keep working her clit until her hungry snatch begins taking me even deeper. When I bottom out, balls deep inside of her, I maneuver her body carefully so that I’m lying over her. I kiss her tears, taking them on my tongue just as I did the sweet juice from her pussy. They belong to me, just as her body does. She’s mine now. Her fate is sealed and no one will take her away from me, ever.

“Shouldn’t you be moving?” she whispers, pushing up with her hips and moaning from the sensation. I smile, feeling a happiness I have never felt before. I slide back out and her fingers bite into my arm as she tries to stop me. The heels of her feet curl into my ass; she clings to me almost as tight as her pussy does to my shaft, refusing to give it up. I leave just the tip inside.

“Beth,” I prompt, needing to see her face.

“Skull…?”

“You belong to me,” I tell her.

Somewhere along the way, I forgot that this was only supposed to last until I grew bored. I have been captured by this little slip of a woman and I do not want to let go. She heals something deep inside of me. She calms the beast that has always been clawing from within, needing to break free. She doesn’t give me the words back, but she licks her lips and nods her head yes.

That’s enough.
For now
.

I thrust hard into her, letting my balls slap against her. I grind myself into her and then pull back, only to thrust again. I worry I should be making sure she’s okay, but when her hips thrust up into me, I stop worrying.

Then she whispers, “More.”

That’s all I need. I push into her harder the next time, and I don’t stop. Every thrust is deeper, grittier. Each pull grows faster until the two of us are frantically fucking each other, her body trying to keep up and meet my every demand. Even as she finishes her orgasm, I don’t let up. My hand pulls her hip up at an angle so I rake the sides of her walls. She cries out from the added stimulation. My dick sinks even farther in, scraping her cervix. That’s when I let my fingers go to her clit and manipulate it until she’s crying out my name again and I feel her second orgasm crash through her. I slam into her, knowing I’m ready to explode. As she clenches against my cock and sucks me inside her heaven, I let go. I feel my seed flooding her womb, painting her insides with…
me
.

Before I’m done, every inch inside and outside of her will be marked and owned by me.
Only me.