Page 16 of Beg for You

I glanced back up at him. “I’m ready.”

He stood, legs braced apart, hands down at his sides, fingers curled into fists.

His nostrils flared. “Sit down, Cassandra.”

A pulse started up between my thighs, deep and insistent. I did as he said instantly, not ashamed to admit I wanted him to bark other orders at me—dirty ones. The thought had my nipples tightening almost painfully. It only got worse when I straddled his chair and leaned forward, my chest hitting cold leather.

He was quiet for what felt like forever, then finally his stool squeaked, and I could hear his rough breaths getting louder as he rolled closer, so close his inner thighs bracketed the outside of mine. I shivered and did something I never would have had the nerve to do a week ago. I spread mine wider so I could feel more of him.

He growled softly, and I felt his fingers graze my neck as he slid my hair, which was down, over my shoulder and out of the way. My heart was pounding like a frightened rabbit, my body hot and achy. For a second, I thought he might kiss my neck. God, I wanted him to. What was happening to me?

“You know what you want?”

“I don’t care,” I whispered.

“Cassandra…I don’t think—”

“Don’t say no, please. Just do something small, something that will work with the other piece you’re doing for me.”

For a minute, I didn’t think he’d do it. I thought he’d tell me to go home, that I was acting crazy, but then I felt a cool, wet sensation across my skin. I shivered as he cleaned a section behind my right shoulder and at the sound of him putting on latex gloves. Then a buzzing sound filled the room—the tattoo machine starting up.

Relief washed through me when I felt that needle move over my skin. But I didn’t zone out like I did last time. I couldn’t. I was far too aware of him. How close he sat behind me. The heat of his breath tickling my bare skin. Every now and again the muscles in his thighs jumped or tightened against mine.

Time ticked on and by the time he stopped, my senses were in overload. I was pain and pleasure all rolled into one. Nothing more. Perched on the edge, desperate to fly.

Cal wiped me down and I shivered. My skin was on fire, sensitive. He’d somehow gotten closer, and when I felt the hard, hot length of him through his jeans graze against my bottom, I moaned softly. I couldn’t stop myself.

He leaned in, his breath tickling my ear. “You’re playing with fire, Princess,” he said roughly.

I wanted him to touch me, so bad I ached. “I don’t play,” I said into the silence, words similar to the ones I’d said to Spencer earlier that night. God, I didn’t want to think about him. “Ever.”

“No?” he growled.

I shook my head.

“I’m not one of your rich assholes. I’m not polite. I’m not gentle. I won’t take you out to dinner or hold your hand. Something brought you here tonight, something upset you. I should care, but I don’t because I’m not a good guy, Cassandra. You want something from me, I’ll give it to you, and I won’t feel any remorse when I bend you over, shove down your designer pants, and bury my face between your thighs like the animal I am and make you scream.” One of his hands slid to my waist, bare skin to bare skin. My eyes drifted shut from that simple touch. I was wet, hot, more turned on than I could ever remember being.

“Cal…”

“I’m not good, Princess. I’m not decent, and I make no apologies for it.”

“I…I don’t want someone to hold my hand.” I swallowed hard around the lust that had tightened my vocal cords, that had my heart pounding harder, faster. “I don’t want polite, and I…I sure as hell don’t want gentle.”

Chapter Five

Cal

Of course she didn’t want gentle.

Cassandra wanted the monster. She wanted rough and she wanted dirty. That’s what every woman I fucked wanted from me. It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Cassy was no different, but for some reason it did.

She would let me fuck her. Right there. Right then. She’d let me do whatever the hell I wanted and beg for more. I’d told her I wasn’t a good guy. I’d warned her. I’d given her a chance to walk, and she chose to stay.

Something had sent her running here. I had no idea why she’d chosen to come to me, but she’d just given me the opening I needed, and as much as I wanted to sink inside her and work off all the pent-up aggression and frustration and lust she made me feel, I wasn’t going to. Not yet. Though it might kill me, since I was so fucking hard I could barely see straight.

But I had to play this carefully. If I took things too far, too fast, I might never see her again. She could walk out of there, find someone else to finish her ink, and never come back. If I turned her down, I risked the same. Not that I was capable of turning her down, not after seeing those perfect creamy tits, full and succulent, those tight cherry nipples begging to be sucked, and not after what she’d just said.

“I don’t want polite, and I…I sure as hell don’t want gentle.”