Wild Bastard by Ella Savitskaya (book suggestions .txt) 📕

I'm so immersed in pleasure that I miss the moment when someone enters the room. I realize I'm no longer alone when the bed sags and a heavy body piles up on top of me from behind. The hair on my skin rise because I've already remembered the smell of the one who presses me into the bedspread. Bitter, tart it fills the entire space, like carbon monoxide smoke.

"Rieee" His husky voice teases, and the guy's fingers plunge into my hair and pull it away, turning me to face him. Matthew's blue eyes pierce to the gut. "The girl was tired and decided to rest?"

"Yeah. Alone."

I kick him in the side with my elbow and try to twist, but in vain. A block of muscle presses me firmly into the bedspread.

Lana's brother's vicious lips move closer to my face. I strain, holding my breath. I don't like his pressure. I don't like the feeling of his cock resting against my ass, and I don't like the wave of inexplicable anticipation in my stomach even more. Exactly the same as it was there in the locker room. A sharp anticipation of something forbidden.

"It's no fun to be alone. You saw me looking at you. And then you ran away. You wanted me to find you."

What? What kind of arrogant nonsense is that?

"I don't play hide-and-seek with people I don't want to play with. Let go of me!"

He lifts himself up on his elbows, and I'm about to get up, misreading his movement, when the bastard pushes me back down, but with my back this time. He puts my arms roughly over my head and piles himself on top of me between my spread legs, making it impossible for me to move.

I groan, and twitch when a hard erection rests against my crotch.

"Get away from me!" I growl in his face and get a laugh in return.

"Resist me, I like it! I like to take it by force!"

He's totally crazy! I cough at the bag left next to my boots. There's a knife in there, my trusty friend that I never part with. For exactly those reasons. And who asked me to leave it by the entrance now? Fool.

With one hand holding my wrists, Matthew pulls up my shirt, barely touching my skin with his fingers. Slowly, as if savoring it, he slides them up, sending high-voltage electricity down my ribs. When the fabric is at my throat, he pulls my bra down sharply. A flame bursts in blue eyes.

"Don't touch me, you bastard!" I growl, breathing heavily.

My head is noticeably fuzzy after two puffs, and I curse myself for smoking for the umpteenth time. I knew what would come of it, didn't I?

"Mmm" The bastard's sharp tongue licks his lips. Then he leans over my breast and pulls in my left nipple, making me moan loudly.

God. I don't know why I'm bucking toward him. I lower my eyes watching him pull back the hardened tip with his teeth, creating unthinkable excitement in my body. Of course, I'm a grown-up girl, I've brought myself to orgasm more than once, but I've never felt something like this before.

Matt strikes his tongue over the second nipple and bites it, meeting my gaze. I've never been looked at with such hunger. Primal greed, palpable on a physical level.

"And you said I'd never know how you cum. I like your voice, Rie. You can scream"

This must be what beasts of prey look like when they sneak up on their prey. There is something animal-like in the expression on Matthew's face. Only it's not a noble beast like a lion or a tiger. More like a wild coyote. Strong. Powerful. Ready to tear apart.

The stone cock rests right against my sensitive clit. Matthew starts to rub himself, up and down through several layers of fabric.

Oh, damn it, my eyes are blurring, bright flashes exploding beneath my skin like tongues of flame. Before I know it, I'm moaning softly. And most importantly, I don't understand why I don't fight back. I've always been able to push away assholes trying to grab what they're not supposed to, and now I'm flying away. Damn this marijuana. It was the stuff that made my nerve endings feel like they were exposed, and even the hot breath coming out of the vicious guy's mouth is arousing.

"You were going to break out! Or did you change your mind? Do you want me to fuck you, Rie?" Matt's lips are close to mine as he slides himself over me faster.

Yes, I do. I want whatever's building up in my system to find a goddamn way out, or I'm going to burst. I shake my head negatively and push my hips forward at the same time. A husky laugh tickles my cheek. Matthew is clearly satisfied with my body's reaction. Asshole. When the languor in my stomach reaches its peak, I'm hurled into an ocean of pure pleasure. My body shudders, my consciousness is shattered, and Matt growls in my ear, digging his grip harder into my hands.

Without letting me fully enjoy the sparks of pleasure, he brings his middle and index fingers to my lips and presses them down, pushing them into my mouth. My receptors feel the brackish taste of rough skin, my ears buzz, my pulse is racing like crazy.

"Suck" The ordering tone sobers in an instant, more so than a stun gun. I open my eyes and dig my teeth into the phalanges with all my might.

The face across from me goes wild in a second, distorting in a grimace of pain and rage.

"Oh, you..." Matthew releases my wrists and squeezes my cheekbones painfully with his other hand, forcing me to unclench my jaw. I let go, pushing the bastard away at that moment, and jump off the bed, rushing to the door. I grab my boots and my bag and yank the doorknob toward me.

"You will command your whores" I throw on the doorstep, and then run downstairs, hearing a thunderous "Bitch" in my back.

I put my shoes on, looking back every now and then. I sling my bag over my shoulder, grab a bottle of Imperial from the table and a couple of red caviar sandwiches. Trying not to attract attention, I push through the dancing crowd to the door and leave the house.