17. Chapter 17

17

Wren

O ur mouths crash, all teeth and tongue.

Fuck , I've been dying for this since last night.

My fingers dig into the rock-hard muscle of his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as we devour each other. He lets out a low groan, almost like a feral growl, that causes a growing wetness in my panties.

"Mmm…" I moan into his mouth. Our breaths come heavy and ragged, punctuated by the wet sounds of our kisses and the rustle of clothing as we frantically grab at each other.

D's strong, calloused hand grips my throat as he forcefully pushes his tongue into my waiting mouth.

Fuck, he knows what he's doing with that tongue.

Flicking it against mine, then tracing the inside of my lips. He sucks on my bottom lip, biting it just hard enough to make me gasp. His tongue dips back into my mouth, exploring every inch like he's trying to memorize the taste of me.

I pull away, biting my lip as I yank him up from the table. I spin him around and shove him onto the leather sofa. He lands with a heavy thud, the cushions creaking under his weight.

Standing in front of him, I hold his gaze as I unbutton my jeans. His eyes are glued to my hands as I slowly shimmy out of them, taking my panties with them. The fabric pools at my feet, and I kick it aside.

His face flushes, tongue darting out to wet his lips. I grab the hem of my top, inching it up teasingly slowly.

"Fuck," he groans, his massive frame tensing as he shifts. His eyes burn into me, all hunger and heat. " Ty takaya chertovski goryachaya, krasotka ."

How cute, he thinks I'm hot.

I run my fingers through my tangled raven hair, yanking it over my shoulder.

"Thanks, big guy," I rasp, dragging my tongue over my split lip. Our eyes lock, and the air crackles like it's about to catch fire.

Christ, I've had plenty of lowlifes panting after me, but this? This is different. D's not just eye-fucking me. There's something else there, something that makes my skin prickle. He's looking at me like he sees through all my bullshit—past the scars, the ink, the don't-fuck-with-me attitude. Like he sees the mess underneath.

For a hot second, I let myself think he gets it—the shitshow that's my life, the walls I've built brick by fucking brick. It's unnerving as hell, but also… fuck, I don't know.

I crush that feeling quick. Soft gets you killed in this world.

"See something you like?" I challenge, trailing my fingers down my neck, watching his eyes follow.

He makes a sound like a caged animal, his gaze locked on me like I'm his next meal.

Trailing my fingers over my cleavage, I play with my nipples until they harden.

"Mmmm…" I moan. Without hesitation, I slide a hand between my thighs and feel the wetness that has already pooled there. I watch him watching me as I tease myself before slipping a finger inside.

"Oh, fuck," I moan, imagining his thick cock filling me up as I thrust my fingers in and out. My breath becomes ragged, and I can see his chest heaving with desire as he watches intently.

His palms rub against his strained pants as he watches me with hunger in his eyes.

"Come here, krasotka, " he growls, but without waiting for me to move, he pulls me toward him.

I feel a rush of heat between my legs as I straddle him, his cock pressing into me, rock-hard and massive even through his pants.

He grips my hips tightly, urging me even closer. A low moan escapes my lips as I grind against him, unable to resist the magnetic pull between us.

"Fuck," I hiss, rolling my hips against the bulge. "You're fucking hard."

"You gonna be able to handle it, krasotka ?" he growls.

My response is to grind against him harder, pressing my body tightly against his. I lean in to nibble on his earlobe, and he grunts, fingers digging into my flesh as he grinds up against me. The friction sends sparks shooting through my core, and I can tell that I've wet his pants already.

His deep voice growls in my ear, rough and animal-like. "You're driving me crazy, krasotka ," he says as his large hand cups my breast, his fingers pinching my nipple and sending electric jolts straight to my clit. He uses his other hand to tap fast on my other nipple, intensifying the sensations.

"Oh, yes, yes."

As he moves down to kiss my neck, I groan and think that I've never been so close to coming just from this kind of foreplay. But with this man, everything seems heightened.

"Take this off," I demand, tugging at his shirt. He grabs the back of his collar, yanking the tight fabric over his head in one smooth motion. He tosses it aside, the shirt landing somewhere on the floor.

D reaches up, slowly removing his shoulder holster. The gun gleams dully as he sets it aside. I've seen plenty of heat before, but fuck me if there isn't something about the way it sits against his ripped frame that makes my mouth go dry.

I mentally slap myself.

This is just a quick fuck, nothing more.

As D shifts, the shitty lighting catches on his skin. My breath catches in my throat as I clock the mess of scars crisscrossing his body. Some look ancient, others fresh as hell. One nasty fucker runs from his gut clear up to his chest.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I mutter, eyes tracking the marks. "What, you moonlight as a crash test dummy or something?"

For a second, D's face darkens, his jaw clenching tight enough to crack walnuts. The playful glint in his eyes vanishes, replaced by something cold and hard.

I should back off. I know I should. But my hand moves of its own accord, fingers ghosting over the raised tissue of a particularly gnarly scar on his ribs. The texture is rough under my fingertips, a stark contrast to the smooth skin around it.

"The hell happened here?"

D draws in a sharp breath, his muscles tensing under my touch. For a split second, I see something raw and vulnerable flash in his eyes.

His hand clamps down on mine, cutting off my little exploration. His voice is gravel-rough. "Not the kind of bedtime story you want, krasotka ."

There's a shadow in his eyes I know too fucking well. The look of someone who's seen some serious shit. It's creepy how familiar it feels.

For a hot second, I wonder what kind of goddamn mess I've landed in. No regular Joe ends up looking like a Human Etch-A-Sketch. Or slumming it with trash like me.

D's thumb traces my wrist, snapping me back to reality. The heat between us flares like gasoline on a bonfire, but now there's something else. A flicker of… something. Fuck if I know what.

"You gonna keep gawking, or are we gonna fuck?" I snarl, falling back on my usual charm.

His lips curl into a smile that promises trouble. "Oh, we're definitely fucking. I'm going to make you beg, krasotka . Over and over again."

Cocky bastard .

Before I can tell him he's dreaming if he thinks I'll ever beg, he's already captured my breast with his large hands, and sucking on my nipple, causing me to gasp and arch toward him.

"Fuck," I moan.

His eyes lock onto mine, dark and hungry. "I want to feel you milking me with your cunt," he rumbles, fingers digging into my hips.

I bare my teeth, wanting him to feel the wetness between my legs as he speaks about fucking me.

Pushing off from him, I reach between us, fumbling with his belt. "Less talking, more fucking," I growl.

He helps me undo his pants, lifting his hips so I can tug them down. His cock springs free, and I was right—he's fucking huge.

"Jesus," I breathe, wrapping my hand around him. He's thick and hot, pulsing in my grip.

"Told you," he smirks, but it turns into a groan as I start stroking him.

I lean down, maintaining eye contact as I lick a stripe up his shaft. His breath hitches, hands fisting in my hair as I take him into my mouth. I can barely fit half of him before I'm gagging.

"Fuck, krasotka ," he pants, hips jerking. "Your mouth feels amazing."

I work him with my hand and mouth, enjoying the way he twitches and groans. Suddenly, he pulls me off him.

"My turn," he growls, flipping us so I'm on my back.

The leather sticks to my skin, already slick with sweat. It's warm and a little tacky, sinking slightly under our weight. I shift, feeling it pull against my back.

He spreads my legs, diving in to lick a broad trail up my slit.

"Shit!" I cry out, back arching off the couch as he sucks on my clit. He slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right.

My body trembles as D's tongue and fingers work their magic. Every sensation is heightened, every nerve on fire. I moan and writhe beneath him, my hands gripping his shoulders and his hair.

My muscles tense and my skin ripples as D's hot, wet tongue traces circles around my clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck… D."

I feel myself spiraling toward an intense orgasm.

Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he pulls away, a wicked smirk on his lips.

"You taste so fucking good," he groans, licking his fingers clean.

"Why the fuck… did you…?" Just as I'm about to whine, I see him reaching for his discarded pants.

"Condom," he explains, fishing one out of his wallet. He tears it open with his teeth, then rolls it on his cock.

"How responsible of you," I say as I reach down to my pussy and start to finger myself. I play with myself more intensely, fueled by his gaze.

My fingers plunge deeper and harder into my slick folds, the sound of wetness filling the air.

I writhe and moan, every nerve in my body on fire, craving the sensation of his big, hard cock filling every inch of me. I tilt my head to meet his hungry eyes as he strokes himself in response to my pleasure.

"Fuck , krasotka ," he growls, "I want to fuck your tight pussy until we both explode."

He kneels before me and watches as I relentlessly finger-fuck myself.

I can't stop now, desperate for release, as every inch of my body trembles with anticipation.

I moan and arch my back, feeling the wetness pooling beneath me on the sofa and slicking up my ass.

"You are so fucking wet." His thumb joins in the frenzy, rubbing relentlessly against my swollen clit until I cry out in ecstasy and come all over my own fingers.

But he doesn't allow me a moment of rest, his eyes locking onto mine as he positions himself at my entrance. Without hesitation, he plunges deep inside me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Fuck, I'm so gone.

It's reckless, dangerous—exactly what I need.