Page 63 of Bad Attitude
“I’ll call you Raven if you want,” he says, shoving his pants down and proving once again he’s not wearing underwear. I run my gaze over him, just because I can. Looking at Declan with or without clothes is one of my favorite things, yet without is best. “But you’ll always be my beginning.”
“What does that even mean?” I ask, perhaps a little defensively.
He peels his pants off and throws them aside, standing there naked, hands on his hips as he thoughtfully considers my question. It’sverydistracting. “I think it means that before you came along, I wasn’t sure what my place was. And now I know.”
Declan approaches the bed, reaching for me, but I hold one hand out to forestall him, scrabbling backward across the duvet for much-needed space. “What the hell doesthatmean?”
His smile grows, slow and mischievous, and he begins to stalk me, shoulders working as he crawls after me. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he says lightly. “Or maybe it meanseverything. Why do you care, Hellcat? All you have to worry about right now is whether you can walk in the morning.”
“You can’t just say something like that and—” My words turn into aneepas he grabs my ankle, yanking me across the bed to him. His fingers slide into thewaistband of my panties, and he strips them down my legs.
“My room, my apartment,” he says, throwing them aside. “I can say whatever the hell I like.” He flips me over, face down into the mattress, like I weigh nothing. A hand grips the back of my neck, and I shiver at the strength of that touch. “Dowhatever I like,” he continues, and then I half-gasp, half-scream as his face presses into my ass, and his tongue licks over my pussy, then up between my cheeks. It’s the most intense, alien sensation I’ve ever experienced, and he’spinning me downwhile he does it.
“Not there!” I almost shout.
“Not where?” He asks, words muffled against my bottom. “Here?” His tongue pushes in wetly again, warm and soft and slippery, licking where no one should ever lick.
I press my face into the bed, cheeks flaming, hips jerking. “Don’t,” I moan. “It’s… wrong.”
“Jesus, Hellcat. Who did such a number on you? This isn’twrong. This is very, veryright.”
He releases my neck to spread my ass wide, both hands, and I squirm to get away. “Hold still,” he commands, all playfulness gone now. “Move, and you’ll be punished.”
Punished?
The threat makes me catch my breath, then I cry out as his devilish tongue returns, licking long and slow, tormenting me with a heady mixture of sensations and emotions, warring with my upbringing and limited experience.
I’m not prepared for this. I don’t know how to react. It’s so far out of my comfort zone that I can’t decide if I want to run and hide, or give myself to him for everything andanythinghe wants to do. Whimpers echo around the room, and it takes me a moment to realize they’re coming from me.
“Please…”
“Please what?” He gives my ass a slap, then licks again, slow and firm, and the sting melds with the deliciously wrong wetness of it all.
“Not that, Declan. Please.”
“I fucking love the way you beg. Shall I tie you up, and see what else you don’t want me to do?” Another slap, the other cheek, hard enough to make me cry out, and the sting flows into a warmth. “You know what I think?” he says, then while he waits for my answer, he probes the tip of his tongue right into my anus, right where itshould never go.
“I don’t… want to know… what you…”
“I think you’ve never been fucked here, have you?” He licks hard, my ass slick with his saliva, then pushes in again, and his tongue squirmsinsideme. Wriggling within me, wet and slippery, while he holds my ass open with his hands. It’s so fuckingwrong,sohumiliating…yet so very arousing.
“I don’t want you to…” But I’m not sure I’d stop him. Not now.
My ass lifts, pushing back like I want him to go deeper. His hand leaves my cheek, sliding between my legs, a finger pushing inside my pussy. His tongue in one hole, finger in another, and the moanthat escapes is long and drawn out, wanton and shameless.
“That’s how I want you,” he murmurs. “Coming undone beneath my mouth and my touch.” He sinks his teeth into my buttock, and the pain is a sharp, sudden bruising ache. I yell out, then curse him, wriggling away from him.
And the bastardlaughs.
“You should see yourself right now,” he says, climbing over me as he grabs the back of my neck again, pinning my legs beneath his. His cock is brushing up against my ass, heavy and hard, and his weight is across my thighs. I’m helpless, and he can do what he wants with me.
Why do I love that feeling so much?
But I’m still scared what he’s going to do.
“Not my ass,” I say, and if it comes out like I’m begging… it’s because I am. “Please, not there.”
“Lift your hips, little hellcat.”
