Jekyll and Hyde Series

JAMIE

The bastard looked down at my blade, gave me a challenging smile, and called my bluff. He was betting that I wouldn’t castrate him in the parking lot of his own club, and he was right.

He slowly leaned into me and I had to pull my hand away to avoid actually cutting him. Before I could decide my next move, Rogue had claimed my mouth in an aggressive kiss that punched through my system and left me drowning in lust.

One of his hands moved to the back of my head and the other gripped my hip as he crushed my body against his. My reservations and doubts evaporated as a shock of heat surged through my system and pooled in my core.

I wanted more. Needed more.

I opened up to him and his tongue snaked into my mouth with such force that I think he might have licked my tonsils. My passion rose to match his and our tongues danced in a fight for dominance.

Not enough of my body was touching enough of his. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips as I ground into him.

Rogue growled his approval and I had the vague notion that we were moving, but I was too enthralled by our kiss to find out where he was taking me. Soon, we were in a bedroom and Rogue had me pressed up against a wall.

My body was completely on fire as a week of sexual tension broke and Rogue pressed his rock-hard body up against mine.

Breaking the kiss, he whipped my shirt over my head before taking a moment to admire my heaving chest. Lust sparked in his eyes as he slowly pulled my legs free and backed away from me.

He shrugged off his leather cut, placed it on the bed, and then reached behind him to pull off his simple gray T-shirt, all the while maintaining eye contact with me.

I wanted to go to him. Wanted to use my fingers to explore the hard ridges of his six-pack. Wanted to run my tongue down his defined Adonis belt. But I was caught captive by his stare, unable to move from the spot on the wall where he’d left me.

Rogue was aware of the power he had over women and gave me a devilish smile before methodically unhooking his belt and pulling off his jeans. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. As his pants slid down his legs, his impressively large dick stood to attention.

He gave me a moment to fully appreciate him in all his naked glory, but the instant I pulled my lower lip in between my teeth and bit down, he was upon me.

Rogue grabbed my shoulder and spun me around, using his body to push me against the wall. He plastered himself to my back and reached to pull my hair away from my shoulder.

He then ran his nose along my jawline as his hands skimmed up my body and into the cups of my bra. His fingers found my hardened nipples at the same time as he sank his teeth into my earlobe. I gasped as the bite of pain transformed into a burst of pleasure.

Little shock waves of lust exploded on my skin as he continued to kiss and suck behind my ear and pull on my aching nipples. I arched back against him, silently pleading for more as I ground my ass against his hard-on. He kept flicking a nipple with his left hand as his right hand dragged down my body and dipped into my soaking-wet panties.

As he started drawing slow circles around my clit, he growled in my ear, “Don’t ever fucking run from me again.”

I moaned and tried to dip my hips to get the friction I needed, but he pulled his left hand from my chest and held me in place as he tortured me with exquisite slowness.

It took a minute for his message to seep in, but eventually, I understood. This teasing was my punishment for walking away from him earlier.

After what felt like hours but was probably mere minutes, Rogue stepped slightly away from me while still keeping me locked in place. He peeled my skin-tight jeans off my hips and used his feet to push them down my legs.

A split second after I had stepped free of them, Rogue pushed into me with two thick fingers that caused me to yell out with the intensity of the sudden sensation. He gave me a moment to adjust to the feeling of his fingers inside me before he got a good grip on my shoulders and began moving them at a controlled pace.

With me pinned against the wall like this, Rogue was in complete control, not only of his body, but of mine as well. He pushed me to the glorious edge several times but backed off just in time to steal my moment from me.

He pushed us to a faster and faster pace until his hand was slamming into me so fast I couldn’t tell if he was thrusting in or pulling out. My brain turned into mush and I was reduced to nothing more than sensation and rhythm.

As I reached my next possible crest, he pulled his fingers out and I moaned at the loss of him. Just as I was hoping he would replace his fingers with another part of his anatomy, I felt his hand return. I felt the stretch immediately, and knew he had added a finger to the party.

I tried to move into another position as he slowly pushed because his combined fingers felt impossibly large. However, Rogue refused to relent, keeping my body hostage as the slight burn turned into a delicious heat.

It took several minutes for him to build up to the same pace as we had before, but this time I felt like there was something living and breathing inside of me that was about to break out. Nothing else in the world existed except how Rogue was making my body sing.

By now, we were both making primal, animalistic sounds of desperation—and I fucking loved it. Here and now, Rogue wasn’t Mr. Powerful or the king of his ant hill. He had been reduced to the same pool of hormones and need that I was.

In this moment, we were equals.

As our movements reached a fever pitch, Rogue released his hold on my shoulders and reached down to pinch my nipples. The slight bite of pain was enough to send me flying over the edge, and I screamed my release.

The edges of my vision actually dimmed and my head swam with the intensity of the delayed gratification Rogue had inflicted on me, and he grunted his approval. It was by far the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever experienced, and I couldn’t wipe the dopey smile off my lips.

After a few moments of recovery, Rogue pulled his fingers out of me and I turned to look at him. He stared at me with hooded eyes before slowly moving to stroke his straining erection. There was a pearl of pre-cum on the tip and I couldn’t help but lick my lips in appreciation.

I stood up from the wall, reached behind me to unclasp my bra, which had somehow remained on during round one, and gave Rogue my best come-hither look.

This time, I was going to be in control.

I was just dropping to my knees when the air filled with loud popping sounds. As I turned toward the door, Rogue tackled me to the ground.

He wasn’t exactly gentle and the air was knocked straight out of me. As I struggled to regain my breath, Rogue reached for his gun while still using his body to shield me.

He was protecting me with his literal body. I hadn’t pegged him as the defensive type.

I did enjoy the feeling of him pinning me to the floor, though. All the nerve endings in my back were jumping for joy, and if I’d had any air in my lungs, I would have been moaning.

The door flew open. From the corner of my eye, I saw Rogue instantly take aim at whoever had just barged in.

Well, shit. No way was I going to cower behind a man. Especially while naked.