Chapters (44)
- Title Page
- Contents
- Copyright
- Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
- WARNING
- Playlist
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Epilogue
- Thank You
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- Stalk Me Links
I didn’t like the sound of his name on her tongue. That was the first name she was never allowed to say again. Leaning dangerously close to her ear, I growled softly. “Never say his name again near me unless you want me to remove your tongue.”
Convinced that she would remain asleep, I slowly rose to my full height and stared down at the woman stirring unusual sensations in my body. The old behavioral control issues that I’d managed to lock up tight were rekindling in my mind, and before I knew what I was doing, I saw my hand reaching for her face.
For a fleeting moment, I pictured wrapping my hand around her mouth and nose as I suffocated her. I held back a groan as the image of what she would look like as her eyes snapped open, and fear danced in those violet depths. That would be too fast. I wanted to enjoy her and prolong this new feeling for as long as possible. Her lips were the perfect shape, with a slightly larger lower lip that would be perfect for biting.
My finger brushed the side of her cheek, and a tremor of need rippled through my body. I couldn’t hold back the gasp as the sensation hit.
“What would you do if I climbed under the blankets and fucked you the way you should be fucked, Sunshine,” I whispered in her ear. “I want to see you bleed, but I strangely want to do things I don’t normally bother doing. Things that don’t normally interest me.”
She murmured something in her sleep, and her tongue wet her lips. If I didn’t know she was indeed deeply asleep, I’d have thought she was teasing me.
“Do you want me to taste your sweet pussy? I want to decorate your body with your blood and lick it off you while I fuck you hard and fast.”
My cock was throbbing in time to my pulse, a steady drum inside my pants, but I still refused to touch myself. I wanted my next load to be on her body, which wasn’t happening tonight. I tilted my head and wondered what she’d think happened if she woke up with dried come on her chest and face. Would she blame that guy she was with? Would she think her roommate did something to her? The thought made me smile, but it was too dangerous to try.