Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3) (7 page)

He pressed the thick,
throbbing tip against me. “I want you to feel it,” he said. “Feel
how big and hard it is for you.”

I squirmed against him,
tempting him to enter me fast and hard. He smacked my ass. “Uh uh,”
he said. “You’ll wait until I give it to you.”

To be taken in hand
felt like a sweet release. He would tell me what to do. He was in
charge, and I didn’t have to be.

But that didn’t mean
waiting would be easy. I wanted him so much, even five seconds felt
like the rest of my life. Chances were, I’d never been taken this
quickly by an alpha male this drop-dead hot.

A single inch. That was
all he would give me.

Even that he doled out
slowly, stretching me open one blissful millimeter at a time. I was
so tight he groaned, reaching between my legs and spreading me with
his fingers to make room for his cock.

“Are you sure you’ve
done this before?” he whispered.

“No,” I said.

“As tight as you are,
baby, neither am I.”

I shivered against him
and arched my back. I had to have him, now.

“Every time you move,
I’m going to slap you and make you wait longer,” he said. “Or
didn’t I make that clear?”

“You made it very
clear,” I said.

“So why are you still
moving?”

“I can’t help it.”

His hand circled my
neck. Fear and excitement became one as he tightened his fingers just
enough that I felt the pulse pounding in his thumb.

“Can’t help it? Or
don’t want to help it?”

I tried to turn my head
and look at him but his grip was too strong. “I’m not sure.”

His palm was cool and
rough against my skin. “You like my hand on your throat, don’t
you?” he said, a smile in his voice. “You like being owned.”

Owned
.
Is that what I was? Owned by a man I’d known four hours?

He must have felt me
swallow. “This makes you nervous,” he said. “Doesn’t it?’

I nodded slowly.

“That’s okay. It
will make what I’m about to do even better.”

“What are you about
to do?” I asked in a whisper.

“This.”

With a hard shove of
his hips he went from zero to eight inches, filling me with every
throbbing inch of his cock.

A hot shudder started
at my neck and spread in a rush to my feet. I hadn’t thought it
would feel like this, as if he were fucking every inch of my body at
once. When I cried out in pure bliss, I heard my voice bounce off the
walls.

“You love it,” he
whispered against my ear. “You love my big cock inside you.”

He’s
a stranger
.
Whatever
you feel for him right now is an illusion. You don’t know him, even
though your body’s moaning something else.

Maybe it was love at
first sight – or first penetration. If such a thing was possible,
it was happening to me right now.

“Say it,” he said.
“Tell me it feels good.” As if to remind me how impressively hung
he was, he withdrew almost completely and drove into me again with a
hard slam.

“God, that’s
incredible,” I breathed. “Good enough to die from.”

He groaned through
clenched teeth. “Damn, woman. You want to make me lose control?”

“Of course I do.”

He devoured my neck,
sucking and biting as if he planned to leave bruises. My arms
prickled from the pressure of his teeth against my spine.

“Trying to leave your
mark on me?” I asked.

“You’re lucky I
don’t brand you,” he said. “Burn my initials right into your
skin.”

His voice was dark and
rough. The thought of being branded made me shiver. “You’d do
that?” I asked in a broken whisper.

“When I want
something bad enough, I take it.”

He wasn’t kidding. He
wouldn’t even wait to take what he wanted on a bed. A kitchen
counter would do, with dirty dishes stacked up and a mad dog on the
loose.

“They don’t make
women like you,” he growled. “You’re something special, and I’m
going to taste all of you.”

Pulling out of me, he
dropped to his knees and covered my ass with kisses and bites just
hard enough to give me chills. I gasped when I felt his tongue rasp
between my cheeks, licking me from wet pussy to ass again and again
as if he’d never tasted anything so delicious.

Whatever had happened
to me, at least I’d lived long enough to experience this naughty
moment of rapture. “I love that,” I whispered.

“Not nearly as much
as I do,” Drex said. “You’re fucking delicious. I could lick
you for days.”

Considering how
exquisite it felt, days sounded just about perfect. I curved my lower
back and went up on my toes, shamelessly giving him access to all of
me. “You have an amazing tongue,” I said.

“You have an amazing
ass,” he said. “And I want to see it on the dining room table
right now.”

With one last lick, he
stood and zipped his pants. “Come on,” he said, turning me by the
shoulder. “I’m feeling very impatient tonight.”

I stepped out of the
shorts, leaving them in a nylon puddle on the kitchen floor. Feeling
his eyes all over me, I walked naked toward into the dining room. He
switched on the chandelier, bathing the room in soft, golden light.

“Do as I said,” he
commanded.

The table was a long,
rectangular antique, more than sturdy enough to hold both of us. I
brushed back a strand of hair and saw my ring glint out of the corner
of my eye. There it was again, almost too easy to ignore.

It’s
not gold. There’s no inscription. I don’t have an engagement
ring. And I sure don’t feel married.

“On the table,”
Drex said brusquely.

“But – it’s set
for six people,” I said.

He gave me a puzzled
frown. “And that’s a problem how?”

With one sweep of his
powerful arm, he knocked two place settings onto the floor. Glasses
and silverware and charger plates crashed against the hardwood,
shattering and clattering with a deafening clang. Deliberately, with
a sexy smirk, he went around to the other side of the table and did
it again. Then he walked to each head and pushed everything off with
an expression of absolute calm.

The candlesticks hadn’t
even finished rolling before he barked another order. “On the
table, now. You’ve got no more excuses.”

I stared at him in
fascination. It was possible that all men were this dominant and
demanding, but I didn’t think so. Six drunk Bandidos couldn’t
have been so iron-handed.

I heard the strains of
slow salsa music from the radio on the terrace as I sat. Way out here
and buck naked, I was hardly in a position to negotiate.

“Okay?” I asked.

“It’s okay, but
it’s not enough,” he said. “Lie down.”

I did. The wood was
smooth and cool against my skin, and hard against the back of my
head.

Boots knocking, he
walked over and stood in front of me. “Heels up.”

“What are you going
to do?” I asked, balancing my feet on the table’s edge.

“Whatever pleases
me,” he said. “And I promise it’ll please you, too.”

With a slow smile, he
started taking off his clothes. I’d felt his chest through his
shirt when we were kissing, but I hadn’t seen it. He took his time,
watching my face to gauge my reaction as each button showed another
glimpse of smooth, hard, carved muscle.

He slipped the shirt
over one shoulder, then the other, and tossed it aside.

“God,” I breathed.

This was the male ideal
– mine, anyway – and he was coming straight for me, pulling his
belt from his jeans like he intended to use it. He slung it over the
back of a chair, the silver buckle rattling against the wrought iron.

“Knees apart,” he
said. “I want to see how wet you are before you take my cock
again.”

At some point in my
life, I must have had everything between my legs lasered into a neat,
narrow triangle and nothing else. Thank God for that, I thought,
letting my knees fall open.

“What a pretty little
pussy,” Drex said, unzipping his pants. “And the wettest I’ve
ever seen.”

“It’s your fault,”
I said, stretching my arms above my head.

“I take full
responsibility.”

Kicking off his boots,
he let them thump to the floor. He pushed his pants and briefs down
and stepped out of them, revealing his full masculine glory. I looked
at him, a knot forming in my throat. I’d begun to feel like the
most unlucky woman on earth, a nameless wanderer with three days of
bad memories and a black cloud over my head.

But being with a man
like this – maybe life was worth living after all. If only for one
amazing night.

I’d promised myself I
would be a gentleman.

I would not, under any
circumstances, tear Jane apart behind closed doors, in a kitchen, or
on a table surrounded by smashed glass. But apparently my promises
were hollow, because I was breaking them left and right.

I’d fucked thirty
women – all right, more than that – who were dolled-up, made-up,
primped, and fake-eyelashed to within an inch of their lives. But
nothing could equal Jane, with her naked, sun-kissed skin and those
eyes, so big and blue makeup would only hide them. She was completely
vulnerable, exposed, and open to me. Wide open and oh, so wet.

“How badly do you
want it?” I asked. “Say it out loud.”

She bit her lower lip
and then took a quick breath, making her breasts swell. “Like it’s
my first time,” she said.

“It might be, baby.”

In fact, mine might be
the only cock she’d ever had. And everything primitive and
possessive inside me got off on that like crazy.

I hadn’t gone to the
police or even made her see a doctor, but I was about to fuck her
senseless without even using protection. I knew I still had a
reckless streak, but making condom-less love to a sexy amnesiac was a
stretch even for me.

Tomorrow.

I’d go back to being
smart in the morning. But right now, I was going to enjoy every
second of this. Chances were it wouldn’t last twenty-four hours
anyway. She’d remember who she was, or some assclown would crawl
out of the woodwork looking for her.

Whoever he was, he
didn’t deserve her. I was positive of that without knowing a thing
about her, or him.

When she felt the tip
of my cock, she recoiled on instinct. I smiled and felt myself grow
even thicker. I was much too proud of being well-equipped, but oh,
well. Some of us were just lucky that way.

“I won’t hurt you,”
I said. “Too much.”

A warm wind blew in off
the terrace, bringing in the earthy smell of sage and creosote
leaves. Nothing around, nobody to stop us. Just miles of empty desert
and a defenseless bombshell lying on the table like the main course.

“Did you feel how
hard you made me this afternoon?” I gave her an inch and let her
writhe on it. She seemed to be trying to get away and get more at the
same time.

“Yes,” she said in
a sex-hoarsened voice. “I felt it against my belly.”

“I could have fucked
you right there. Dragged you into the men’s room of that bar and
taken you against the wall.”

“I wish you had.”

Christ, if only I had
known. It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d given it to a
woman at The Dead End, but Jane – she wasn’t just any woman. With
that body, she could turn a dive bar bathroom into my own personal
paradise.

“I’ll make it worth
the wait,” I said, and forced myself halfway inside her.

Spread out in front of
me, skin illuminated by the chandelier, she was a vision of sultry
beauty. Though she was slender, her thighs were rounded and strong,
and when they locked around my hips, my self-discipline almost
snapped in two.

“Are you going to
make me beg?” she asked, clutching my wrists.

“Of course,” I
said. “Now, tell me you want it.”

“But you already know
–”

I shook my head. “If
you want me to fuck you, tell me.”

She bit her lower lip
as a hot pink flush spread down to her nipples. Shameless as she’d
seemed in the kitchen, underneath it all was a sweet, shy girl.
Shameless and shy – I couldn’t think of a more explosively
arousing combination.

“I want your cock so
much,” she whispered. “Please let me have it.”

I drove into her,
giving her all of me in one smooth, fast stroke. “Like that?”

Fingernails dragging
across my forearms, she cried out in ecstasy. I’d made a lot of
women scream, but none had the soft, sexy, broken quality of Jane’s
moans. Something about them tore at my heart, the very last place I
usually felt anything at all.

Slow
down, Drex. She won’t be in your life for long.

I pulled out and
entered her again, a long, patient stroke so good I had to grit my
teeth. “Or like this?”

“I love it both
ways,” she said.

“Choose,” I said.

“Okay, then, slowly,”
she said. “For a minute.”

I leaned over her,
lowering myself until I felt the searing heat of her bare skin
against my chest. At the first brush of contact her nipples tightened
like little pink jewels. I had to taste them.

Her breasts were soft
and round against my lips. Her nipples tasted like she did – warm,
sweet, womanly. She gasped when I bit them softly.

“You’re very
sensitive, aren’t you?” I said. “Every stunning inch of you.”

She swiveled her hips
against me, silently urging me to thrust into her. “You said you
wanted it slow,” I said, weaving my hand through her luscious hair.

She pulled in a sharp
breath as I made a fist and pulled. Her neck arched in response. “Now
I want it fast,” she said.

I could do fast, as
fast as she wanted. What I couldn’t do with a woman this amazing
and responsive was last.

She was too fucking
hot, and it had been too long since anything had felt this damn good.
Somehow, I’d have to stay in control.