Trevor “Malice” Mason once had an old lady, and he doesn’t need another one. Taking care of his son and being there for The Brothers of Menace MC are what is important to him. The only kind of female company he needs is the one that can warm his bed at night.
Adrianna Carmine has led a tough life, but she is a survivor. When she allows herself to fall for the saccharine falseness of comfort from her now ex-boyfriend, her only escape is to either die trying, or kill the man that exacts pleasure from hurting her.
When Malice finds Adrianna wounded and alone, protecting her consumes him. After delivering retribution to the one that hurt her he takes her back to River Run, hoping that she can heal. But Malice wants her something fierce and staying away isn’t an option, even if she deserves better.
“I want to taste you.” He moved his hand over her breasts, curled his fingers around the mound until she groaned out, and then continued to trail it down her belly. He stopped when he was right above her pussy, and her inner muscles clenched at the knowledge he was so close to what she wanted him to touch the most.
“I want you to taste me, Malice.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but as soon as the words left her he groaned and placed his open palm right between her legs. The pants she wore were nothing but thin, stretchy cotton, and she could feel the heat from his body sear right to the center of hers.
“Say it again.” He murmured against her neck, and went back to running his tongue up and down the length of her throat and nipping her flesh along the way. “Tell me you want my mouth on your pussy, how you want me pulling your lips apart and sucking your clit into my mouth.”
Adrianna couldn’t hold her head up any longer and let it fall back against the wall. Closing her eyes and not able to stop the moan that left her, she opened her mouth to obey him. God, she wanted to say just that, but her clit started throbbing from the increased blood flow, and her nipples ached painfully as they hardened even further. “I…” She swallowed when he applied even more pressure to her pussy and pressed the base of his palm right against her clit. “Oh.” The one word came from her on an exhale.
“That’s all right, baby.” He kissed his way down her throat, over her collarbone, and then dragged his tongue over the raised bone. “I know you want it, can feel how wet you are through your pants, and don’t blame you for not being able to speak.” His breath was hot, humid, and when he spoke it was more akin to panting. “I can barely speak myself.” He didn’t move for a moment and just breathed in and out. “I love your body, love your curves and that you’re built like a woman.” He groaned and squeezed his hands on her flesh. “I love that you are built to take me into your body and not break.”
God, he was saying all the right things to make her so very plaint to him. He took her hand that was on his bicep, and moved it between their bodies and right over his dick. She swore the damn thing jumped beneath her palm, and a fresh gush of moisture left her.
“You feel how hard you make me?” He emphasized his point by pressing himself more firmly against her hand. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life.”
The way he spoke to her was so erotic that Adrianna actually found herself cupping him through his jeans and moaning at the large size she was greeted with. But to her disappointment he continued moving down her body, which had her hand falling back to her side, and stopped when he was on his haunches right in front of her
“Look at me, Adrianna.” He spoke with this harsh, guttural tone, and Adrianna couldn’t help but obey.
She opened her eyes and looked down, and when she watched him take the edge of her pants between his fingers and started to pull them down, the air got trapped in her lungs. “This is so fast.”
He stopped instantly, but still held her pants and held his gaze with his own. “If you want me to stop I will, baby. You are controlling this situation, and you hold all the power.”
Hearing a man as strong as Malice say she was in control had a wave of strength moving through her. It was very empowering to know that she had this large and dangerous man in the palm of her hands. This was not like any situation she had ever experienced, and the things she felt were completely foreign to her. But what she knew without a doubt was that she wasn’t going to stop this. Placing both of her hands over his, she started to push her pants down. Malice flared his nostrils, and then looked down when the material fell past her knees and her panties were the only thing covering her from him. The only thing she could hear was their combined rapid breathing, and then Malice was pulling her panties down and the chilled air was touching her exposed flesh.
“Oh, Christ, baby.”