Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 82

"Tease!" I gasp. I'm breathless but I don't care. "Patton, please. I need you in me."

"Where's the fun in that if I can't make you suffer?" He licks the sensitive skin beside my ear.

He nibbles down my neck to my breasts.

"Say it again," he rasps. "Beg for me, Lady Bug."

There's something primal in his voice now. A dark thirst that pushes buttons I didn't know I had.

"I… I want you to fuck me, Patton…" "Say please."

I'm moaning as he drags his cock against my clit, pulling back just enough to tap his swollen head on it.

"Please!" I'm almost screaming.

Finally, his gaze hardens with violent determination.

And his hips rear back as he bares his teeth, swallowing a curse as he pushes in. One relentless inch at a time until he's buried to the hilt.

Flipping electric.

It's obscene how much I feel him, every seething inch, turning me inside out.

It's so good I almost climax again in under a minute.

But I shift, encouraging him to run rampant, the better to take his punishing cock.

It's a primal thing, this need to be owned, just for tonight.

Tomorrow, we'll have all the time in the world for regrets. For now, there's only this moment.

There's just Patton Rory, joined to my flesh, which is already begging to feel him come for a second time.

Call me insane—especially considering what happened before—but I only think about the missing condom for a split second.

I'm that ravenous, reduced to this depraved thing worshipping every thrust he gives.

"Salem, look at me," he growls, slowing his pumps and holding himself in me.

Gently at first, like he's testing my limits, then harder. Faster.

"I want your eyes on me while I fuck you." Ohhh, shit.

My panting deepens. This is new and familiar and fierce.

He grips my thighs, pushing my legs back so he can look at me properly.

"Fuck," he grinds out. "Play with your clit before I come in you." I happily oblige.

Without a second thought or fear or hesitation. I'm so close to the brink I can't think.

There's just hot breath stalled in my lungs and the steady churning roar of my own heartbeat as I reach down.

I play with myself as he pounds into me, mimicking the movement of his tongue with my fingers, and my pussy tightens and throbs until I can't take it.

"Patton," I whisper. It's a warning, more messy breath than words.

Because another orgasm rips me in two as his cock swells, heaving in my depths, flooding me with magma.

Delirious.

I don't know I'm cradling him until I am as the rhythm dies in breathless rutting strokes, as my pussy milks him, as he empties his soul into me.

"Holy. Shit," I whisper, just as he collapses on top of me.

The smiling kiss he plants on my forehead feels oddly sweet as he rolls off, sprawling out and making the bed feel so much smaller.

Holy shit is right. What now, Lemmy?

What happens now that you've made the biggest mistake of your life a second time?

I don't know. He might be twisted up with the same horrible regret behind that smug mask.

Honestly, I can never seem to read all the different sides to Patton. He's absolute chaos, so multifaceted the light only reflects off of him and lets me see one edge at a time.

Right now, I'd give just about anything to read him, but I'm scared what I'll find if I dig too far.

Instead, I cuddle up with him in the vibrating silence, listening to our breathing and feeling the slow, steady hum of our hearts.

It feels wrong to speak.

But at least that familiar silence isn't scary. Not when it's so dangerously comforting.

And this time as I drift off to sleep, unlike on the riverboat, I know he'll still be there when I wake up.