Warped (Dueling Devils Book 4) (10 page)

The
sight of his long pink tongue made her whimper.

“I
bet you taste like a ripe peach, babe. I can’t wait to find out.”

Mrs.
Fong returned with their drinks and Symone did her damnedest to ignore the dull
throbbing occurring at her center. The tops of her inner thighs were damp with
her desire. Monster did more for her with his words than any man had done with
an assortment of toys and a long dick. That was saying a lot, given her past
profession. This connection he refused to let be dueled was changing her, whether
she wanted it to or not.

*  *  *  *

The
disbelief he saw in her eyes acted as fuel, propelling him forward. He needed
her to believe she was worthy of everything he planned on giving her. She’d
told him enough to paint a grim picture of her past. He couldn’t erase that
time, but he could offer her a bright future. He wasn’t ignorant enough to
believe it was all about her. This was for him too. His redemption. If he could
repair what was broken inside her, just maybe, he could start on his own soul.

In
many ways, she seemed younger. The joy and wonderment she expressed as she
tried new dishes placed more cracks in the glacier that had formed around his
heart. She made him feel human again. It was an experience he cherished. For so
long he’d wandered around like the undead. Still functioning, moving on his
feet, but feeling next to nothing.

As
they finished their meal, he struggled with the wicked thoughts running through
his mind. He wanted to taste her, brand her, and addict her to him, so she’d
never even think of leaving. He was Gollum and she was his precious. The clubhouse
was nowhere to get to know each other, but it’d been months since he set foot
in the condo they’d purchased years ago with the insurance money from their
parents.

She’s
worth it.

Mind
made up, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “You about ready to get out of
here?”

“Yes,
I couldn’t eat another bite if I wanted to.” She patted her belly. “This was
amazing, thank you for bringing me here.” Her eyes were alight with happiness.

The
small glow in her eyes and her smile made his heart skip a beat. It was the
most relaxed and sincere he’d ever seen her be. She didn’t strike him as
someone who let her guard down often. This small show of faith was a huge deal.
“Remember this, the next time I ask you to take a chance on a new experience.”

“The
look in your eyes tells me this next adventure won’t be tame.”

“Did
you want it to be?”

She
inclined her head. “I think I’m ready to accept everything you have to offer me
today.”

“Be
careful, babe. I could offer a lot.” He removed his wallet, tossed a few bills
on the table and stood. “Come on, let’s take another ride.” He placed a hand on
the small of her back and gave her a swift once-over. In jeans that hugged her
like the lover her wanted to be and a form fitting black t-shirt, she was
slaying him. His jeans grew tighter and his body temperature spiked. He
welcomed the wind and the distraction that came with the trip across town.

He
pulled up in front of the white three-tiered building with glass railings.
Slick and modern, it’d been a home most people dreamed of having. They’d bought
out the other residents with club money and used it as a place for people to
crash when they needed. He cut the engine and removed his helmet.

“Is
this your place?”

“My
brother and I own it. We bought it after the fire with the insurance money.
It’s easy to become an emancipated minor when your P leans on the local judge.”

“Do
you stay here?” she asked.

“No,
mostly I stay at the club. It’s just easier.” He shrugged.

“But
you brought me here now.”

He
could practically see the apprehension building up inside her.

“Because
you deserve better than some subpar bedroom tucked away among the chaos that
comes with DD.”

She
crossed her arms and leaned back. “What are you expecting from me, Monster?”

“Whatever
you’re willing to give and no more.” He ran his thumb across her petal-soft
lips. “I want to make you feel good, babe. Show you how it’s supposed to be
when a man is worshipping your body and living to see you take your pleasure.”

I’m
losing her.

Her
eyes grew shuttered and her face lost its softness.

Fuck
that.

He
snapped the chinstrap and open removed her helmet. He buried his fingers in her
hair and held her in place as he attacked her lips, nibbling, licking, and willing
her to feel the fire between them. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and
explored every inch he could.

Her
body went limp. She leaned heavily on him and whimpered.

Got
you.

Not
about to lose her, he lifted her up, pinning her against his body. He continued
to kiss her senseless as he backed away from the bike and strode to the condo.
He lifted her higher and she wrapped her legs around his hips. They broke apart
for air, panting.

“Damn
you, Monster.” Her voice quavered.

“I’ve
been a damned long time, babe. You want to be more specific.”

“You
make me want things.”

“Good,
because they’re yours to take.”

Her
eyes grew glossy. “Are they?”

“I
could show you better than I could ever try to tell you. We both know words are
for shit. I just need you to give me an opening, babe. I’ll do all the work.”

A
heartbeat passed.

“Only
for today?”

“If
that’s what you want.”

“I
want that.”

The
certainty in her voice made him smile.

“Then
that’s what you’ll get.” He supported her round ass with his forearm as he reached
around her to enter the code into the touchpad. The buzzer sounded and the lock
clicked. He pulled open the door and strode to his front door. Once inside, he
pressed her back against the front door and lowered his lips to hers.

Symone
leaned back and nipped his bottom lip.

He
growled at her slight display of dominance.

Her
muscles tensed. “You don’t like that?” she whispered.

Her
wide-eyed expression pained him. “I love any marking you want to place on me,
babe.”

“You
do?”

“This
ownership thing works both ways. You’re mine, but I’m yours. I need you to
understand. You have the power here. If you’re not happy, I can’t be.”

“Why?”

“I
told you.  For me you’re everything.”

“How
is that possible?”

“From
the minute I laid eyes on you, I knew you were my chance for happiness. Real
happiness, not a
settle for bullshit
, but real joy. You’re precious as
fuck to me. You think I go around spilling my guts like a bucket that cant’
hold water to everyone? Fuck no. But for you, for a chance at this, I will put
myself out there.”

“And
what if I can’t live up to this image of perfection you’ve built up? I’m not a
woman to be placed on the pedestal, believe me.”

“Bullshit.
That’s not you talking. That’s whoever fucked up your head space. All you have
to do is let me in and hold on to this with me. I can’t do it alone. Put just a
little faith in me and I will show you this is what’s right for both of us.”

“Why?”
She shoved at his chest. “Why is this right for me?”

He
set her down and took a half a step backward.

“You
want some real live sex doll? Is that what you want?”

“No.
I want the women hidden behind those walls and a shitty past. I know hurt. It
sours you and makes you defensive. You think all you have is you and trusting
anyone could be your downfall. You need me, because I won’t let you push me
away or disparage yourself. I see what you can’t.”

She
paused in front of the door, shaking her head.

“You
know I’m right. That’s why you haven’t taken my head off. There’s a warrior
inside you. I want to hear her battle cry and be on the end of her aggression
in the bed. You were made to match me, Symone. Shit in this life doesn’t happen
for no reason.”

She
stopped and stared him down with eyes flashing like lighting. “You have it all
figured out, don’t you?” She stalked toward him like a lioness.

Monster
froze and his dick turned to granite.

“Always
so sure and commanding.” She shook her head.

“I’m
not sure. I’m hopeful and hanging on to the best thing I’ve had since I was a
boy. I’m just as fucked up in the head and full of doubt.” He thumped his
chest. “Look at my fucking face! It’s disgusting, and that’s the tip of the
iceberg.” He gripped the bottom of his t-shirt, yanked it over his head, and
tossed it behind him.

Her
eyes became the size of quarters, but she didn’t turn away or show disgust.

His
heart pounded in his chest as he waited to see if she could handle it.

Shy
like, Symone stepped forward and ran a hand over his raised flesh.

His
muscles twitched and he steeled himself for her response. Right now, she held
what was left of his heart in her hands. His bravado had come to an end. He
needed to know if progression was possible before he got any deeper.

Please,
say something.

“You
think this bothers me?”

“I
don’t know.” His voice shook.

She
gazed up at him and smiled softly. “No, this is a sign of bravery. A time when
a boy who was…?”

“Thirteen,”
he said.

“Thirteen…played
the part of a hero. I know the prettiest people can be the ugliest inside. I
don’t want to trust you because if this falls through and you aren’t everything
you appear to be, it would kill me.”

Her
words were a blow to the chest that knocked him on his ass mentally. “It would
kill you, if I let you down? You think that much of me?”

“Who’s
the one hiding? All this time, you’ve come on like a freight train with no
hesitation and you’re just as scared as me underneath, aren’t you?” She rose on
her tiptoes and cupped his face. “My black knight, placing me first in a way no
one has ever done. I don’t know what to think of you.” She removed her hand
from his face.

Instantly,
his soul protested the lack of connection.

“I
can tell, you this though…” She stepped closer and pressed her lips to his
overly sensitive flesh.

The
sight and feel of her beautiful lips on his warped flesh made him want to
scream and hold her close at the same time.

“This
is nothing.” She traced a path the fire had ravaged with the tip of her tongue.

With
this small and tender gesture, she gained his loyalty forever. His lids lowered
and he basked in the unflagging acceptance. The feel of her breath blowing
against the area she’d moistened made him shiver.

“This
is a side-effect of your past that, in my mind, labels you the hero I didn’t
think existed, not for me. We’re both a little broken and wary, but I do want
to traverse this rocky road with you, if you’ll put up with the start and stop,
the wariness, and paranoia. It’s those things that kept me alive. I can’t
simply abandon them.”

“I’m
not asking you to.”

“I
know.” She lowered herself to her knees.

His
jaw dropped.
Is she doing what I think she is?

“You’ve
bent over backward for me over the past month. Even before we started this
dance. I want to do something for you.” She cupped the bulge in his jeans and he
groaned. She unbuckled his pants and held his gaze. “If this is a two-way street,
I think it’s time I give a little back.”

He
swallowed. “Y-you don’t have to—”

“Oh,
I want to. I want to see if you live up to the name
Monster
.” She slid
down his zipper and plucked him from his boxer briefs.

He
twitched in her hand. The sight of his pale cock against her honey-brown skin
had him leaking from his tip.

“Oh,
you are excited, aren’t you?” She swiped his slit with her thumb, gathered his
cream and sucked it into her mouth.

“Oh,
shit,” he hissed.

“Mmmm,
you taste just as good as you smell. Did you know that’s one of the things that
drew me to you?” She trailed her finger up the underside of his shaft. “Your
scent.” She leaned in and circled his head with the tip of her tongue.

“Are
you going to suck me into those pretty lips of yours, babe?”

She
smirked and flicked his tip. “Is that what you want?”

“I
want you to take me deep and let me fuck your mouth.”

“Like
this?” She swallowed him down, allowing his ten-inch dick to touch the back of
her throat. She bobbed her head, suctioning him like a Hoover and stroking him
with an expert twist of her wrist.