Misled (19 page)

She’
d been yapping away while he was contemplating fucking her doggy-style.

He sighed. “Look, Me
gan. I don’t explain myself to nobody. You bought shit, so what the fuck does it matter if
they
bought shit, too? It’s my fuckin’ money at the end of the day. So just drop it.”

“I hate you,” she said miserably. “Ellen said she deserves to spend your money because you eat her and she sucks you.”

Fuck. Him. He was going to fucking
kill
that bitch, in slow, painful degrees.

Megan jerked around and gave him the evil eye. “We do the same thing.”

They sure the fuck did and Megan’s pussy was the sweetest fucking pussy on earth. He reached for her but she knocked his hand away. “Leave me alone. Don’t touch me.”

He sat up and dragged her closer, rolling on top of her and pinning her hands above her head when she
tried to claw his eyes. “You in my bed, which means we fuck. It means I touch you whenever the fuck I want to.
I’m
in control.
You
listen to me.”

Her lips parted and her eyes darkened in that way she had whenever she wanted to fuck. The anger, desire, and tears glistening in those blue
depths made his dick grow in response, pissing her off all the more. She squirmed beneath him, hissing like a little cat.

“Calm the fuck down, Megan. Now. I mean it.”

She blinked at his dark tone but stilled.

“I know you upset and I gotta say I didn’t mean for this shit to happen.”

“You knew what would happen,” she retorted. “You warned me about Ellen, didn’t you? You told me about the th-threesome b-before she told me. It doesn’t matter. You just hurt me because I’m in bed with you and naked and I have to realize you do for me what you do for them and nothing more. It doesn’t matter, though,” she repeated. “At the end, we reached a truce, the three of us.”

Unfuckin
glikely. He lessened his grip on her.

“Besides,” she went on with a dull sniffle, “Ellen and Kiera stayed right by my side while Snake was there. If that was really Thomas I saw, he probably would’ve seen me—“

“Thomas? Your step fuckhead?” he snarled, unable to believe the pendulum of emotions between them. In thirty fucking minutes, there’d been a come so explosive he’d thought the top of his head would burst open when he blew his load; there’d been peace between them, happiness, jealousy, hurt, and anger. Now, there was nothing but bloodlust. “What the fuck is fuckin’ wrong with you? You just decided to tell me that motherfucker…Fuck me.” He sat up and gripped strands of his hair in pure frustration. He shot out of bed and pulled on his jeans.

“Where are you going?”

Fuck him, the sound of her voice could bring him back from the dead. He drew in a deep breath. He had to take away the hurt so clear in her eyes. Oh fuck, yeah, he was going to teach that bitch, Ellen, a lesson. Bar her from the fucking club for three fucking months. He’d warned her not to fuck with Megan. Not to make her cry. Not only had she made her cry, but what he wanted to be a lighthearted moment between them was ruined because that bitch opened her fucking mouth and put ideas in Megan’s head. “First, I was shittin’ you about money. Whatever the fuck you want, it’s yours. You wanna go fuckin’ shoppin’ the day after Thanksgivin’, we ride that mornin’ to go shoppin’.”

She was sitting up, listening closely, clutching the sheet to her chest and blocking her tits from his view.

“Second, I’ll give Ellen a pass this fuckin’ time.”
Not
. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on that fucking bitch. “Third, Kiera and Ellen…” Jesus, but he never had to explain his actions to anybody, especially a girl. “Look, yeah, I’ve fucked both of them. For the past few months. I just chose them bitches at random. You know? Like the Quick Picks for the lottery. They been hangin’ round the club for years. I bought Kiera and Ellen some boots. Fucked up when I bought you the same pair. But that was a mistake. I wasn’t even thinkin’. I ain’t never once sent them bitches shoppin’. If Ellen spent my fuckin’ money before earlier today, then I can go outside and a rocket’ll shoot from my ass to send me fuckin’ flyin’.” His shoulders drooped, suddenly so fucking tired. Anything good in his life had always went to shit. His…feelings…for Megan had to go because they didn’t make any fucking sense. He’d put a stop to that, but, first, he’d make something clear. “Finally, I ain’t about to tell you what I’m intendin’ for your mother’s husband. It ain’t gonna be pretty.”

“Don’t say that. His death would be on your conscience.”

Sad resignation filled him and he gave her a half-smile. “My conscience left me a long time ago. Sorta like my soul. If I ever had either.” Calmer, he walked back to the bed and sat next to her to brush a handful of hair behind the delicate shell of her ear. “For you, though, riddin’ the world of Thomas Nicholls would be worth another mark on my soul.”

She hugged him. “Get him, but bring him to jail. For me.”

To lie or not to lie. Fuck it. “Sure, Megan. I’ll spare his life.”

Her smile almost blinded him. She breathed in a sigh of relief. “Thank you.” She crawled onto his lap and kissed his nose, his eyes, his cheeks. “Make love to me.”

Make love to me.
Words to put fear in his heart and stop his entire world. Love didn’t, DID NOT, fucking exist in his life. He’d never had it, never given it. Actually, feared it. Despite how tangled Megan had him, he didn’t want to give her false hope. Didn’t want to leave himself vulnerable to any emotion.

Fuck. He couldn’t even fuck another bitch because of Mega
n. No, this shit wouldn’t fly. Though sweet, she was a prissy cupcake princess and he walked on the dark side of the moon.

He hardened himself against everything Megan
. “When we get to my mother’s house, I’m gonna stay a day or two with you. Make sure safety precautions are in place.”

Her face crumpled and her eyes widened. Not that he gave a fuck.
“So you’re taking me to your mother’s so I can be safe?”

He shrugged. “A little of both.
Safety and the holidays.”

“Will you return for Christ
mas?” she asked, barely audible.

He. Did.
Not.
Give. A. Fuck. He really, really didn’t. Too much bullshit stood in their way—their age differences, their backgrounds, the annoying fact he’d killed her father. He stared straight ahead, unable to stay firm under her scrutiny. “Haven’t decided yet.”

“Will you send Kiera and Ellen away
, too?”

Jesus. The
returning despair in her voice made him want to reassure her, but he’d use her words against her. She’d set herself up for the response he thought best. “No,” he said, liking her jealousy but hating her sadness. “We need some form of entertainment while we’re here.”

She drew in a sharp breath, hurt tightening her features. “I hate you,” she whispered in a wobbly voice.

His gut twisted. Somehow, he forced himself to continue. “You know the deal, princess. Just because we fuck don’t mean I won’t fuck other women.”

Tears rushed to her eyes, spilling onto her cheeks. Christopher clenched his jaw, the muscle ticking
, feeling lower than dirt. She laid on the pillow and turned her back to him. Her shoulders shook, so he guessed she was crying.

“You let me pop your cherry and I know that’s a big deal with girls.” And him
, too. He’d never fucked a virgin before. Or no one like Megan. She was a dream come true and quickly growing to be his biggest weakness, as the past hour had proved. He scowled. “It means you attached to me or somethin’. In your head, any-fuckin-way. Not in mine, though. A fuck’s a fuck.”

She scooted closer to that fucking
wall Christopher was considering sending a wrecking ball through, but he didn’t want to think anymore. He didn’t want
her
to think. Or cry. Or dislike him.

Knowing h
e added insult to injury by drawing closer, he took his jeans off and pulled her body flush against his. His erection pressed into her back and she wriggled and jerked, trying to get away but he wouldn’t have any of it.

“You know you want me to fill up your hot little pussy.”
Nuzzling her hair and not giving her a chance to answer, he caressed her pussy with two fingers. She was slick with her cream and his cum, growing wetter with his steady rhythm. He grunted in satisfaction when she groaned, the scent of her desire drugging him with need.

She rolled onto her back and parted her legs for him. He kissed her deep, his tongue pressing against hers. His fingers circled, dipped, tested and spread her juices around her clit.

“You play with your pussy, Megan?” He inserted a finger into her, still knuckling her clit. She lifted her hips and ground against his hand. “Answer me.” He bit the lobe of her ear then sucked at the reddened skin. He increased the pressure on her pussy, coaxing more wetness from her. “You rub your pussy? Make yourself come?”

“Yes,” she admitted, arching her back, her breathing shallow and quick.

He inserted another finger, stretching her, opening her for his cock. He bent his fingers inside her, found the spot he wanted, and massaged her gently, her wail of release satisfying him. Keeping one finger against her clit, he rolled onto her and thrust into her in a deep stroke. She screamed, her entire body shaking, her pussy convulsing around his cock.

Involuntarily, her muscles clenched his dick. She didn’t yet know how to purposely use her body to give him pleasure. Sex was too new to her. Her movements sought rather than gave. She’d learn. Christopher would te
ach her. This was only her fifth time having a dick in her pussy. Still, she was sensitive to his touch, striving for release.

He pulled out of her and rose to his knees, his nostrils flaring. He lifted
her hips and thrust into her, exploring her flat belly, his mouth watering at the beaded tips of her breasts. He held her hips in place to halt her wild movements, showing her without words the pace he wanted, the control he demanded. He drove into her, held her gaze, their eyes locked upon each other with invisible bonds.

A sheen of sweat coated her flushed skin. He released her, stretched out over her, and covered her mouth, wanting to absorb those little noises escaping her throat. She kissed him back, kept him locked in the cradle of her thighs.

She squeezed her muscles and he groaned in a pleasure he’d never known before. Megan looked startled, a fact Christopher noted because she seemed to test her body’s control, clenching and releasing, studying his reactions. He curled his lip, slamming into her. Even if he wanted to hide how much she affected him, what her body did to his couldn’t be tucked away. She followed his movements, angling up when he bore down. Hard and deep, he pounded into her.

“Come for me, Megan,” he demanded. His balls were tingling. He wasn’t going to last much longer. “C’mon, baby.”

She whimpered and shifted, drawing his cum out.

“Fuck, your pussy is good,” he snarled, holding her rigid, her belly heaving against his, her nails digging into his back. He poured into her and his entire body shook.

His ears ringing, he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, surprised the top of his head was still attached to his skull. As he regained awareness, he felt the stroke of Megan’s fingers through his damp hair. The caress of her hand along the bridge of his spine. The softness of her lips against his jawline.

Just as his pulse
began to slow, it sped up all over again. His heart seemed to burst open and fill up with Megan.

She squeaked beneath him and Christopher lifted himself on his elbows. Her awe and adoration was hard to miss and he swallowed, not fucking wanting this. Emotional entanglements hurt
. They weakened. He still carried the scars of his grandparents’ meanness; the agony of Boss’s betrayal; the helplessness at his mother’s sadness. He gave a fuck about those things and he hurt because of them.

“Christopher?” Megan whispered, her voice hoarse and cracking after he’d fucked scream after scream out of her.

Fuck. Those eyes that seemed to see him so clearly probed into his soul now. On edge, he didn’t want talking. He slid down her body, lowering his mouth to her pussy.

Megan snapped her legs together, trapping his head between her thighs, the viselike grip nearly decapitating him. Or, at the fucking least, smothering him.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m about to eat your pussy,” he muttered, pulling her legs apart and
sniffing the musky aroma of her arousal combined with his cum.

“You can’t possibly want to do that now.”

She sounded horrified and embarrassed. He tipped his head back to look at her face. He chuckled, finding her look matched her tone. Keeping his gaze on her, he ran his nose along her slit.

“
What
are you doing?” she squealed in outrage.

“What the fuck you think? Smellin’ your pussy.”

She wriggled her body up, but he wrapped his arms around her thighs and pulled her down.

She covered her face with her hands. “Oh, God. Kill me now.”