Despicable by Rory Miles

BELLATRIX

A while later, after I finish restocking the grocery store with Dax, I head to Harlow’s house in the cul-de-sac. Dax didn’t want to let me go alone, but he finally agreed to let me go with the condition that he’d walk me and wait for me to walk me back.

Glancing over my shoulder, I flip him off from where he sits on the porch of one of the empty homes, grinning when he scoffs and returns the gesture.

My feet are loud on the steps on purpose. I want to give Harlow plenty of warning that someone is here because she’s a little jumpy. Rapping my knuckles on the door four times, I drop my hand and wait, eyeing the dust free porch. She takes good care of the place. I wonder how many times she sweeps on any given day.

It has to be an unhealthy amount because I don’t see a speck of dirt or a stray leaf anywhere. The wooden planks look freshly polished, but I don’t smell any chemicals to indicate she’d just done so.

The deadbolt snicks back, and she opens the door, eyeing me between the small crack she’s created.

“What do you want?” she asks, eyebrows drawing down.

“Really? You can’t even let me in? Are you scared of me?” I cross my arms, daring her to stay hidden behind her door.

“You’re a pain in the ass,” she mumbles, opening the door all the way.

“Ah, there you are. You look good, Harlow. Bite any bastards lately?”

Her eyes pinch at the edges. “Unfortunately, no.”

I nod. “Sorry about that. I would have given you your shot, but then you ran off.” I hold her guarded gaze. “Thanks for coming to help me, Harlow.”

“I didn’t do anything.” She sniffs, pushing her hair out of her face. “That was one solid kick to the nuts.”

Smirking, I chuckle. “Yeah, I don’t think he’ll be having any kids.”

We share a moment, where she’s not guarding her thoughts and where I think we might be on the verge of becoming friends, but as quickly as she dropped them, her walls slam back into place and she glances away.

“Is that all?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” I grind my teeth and spin on my heel, hating that I’m sad she doesn’t want to be friends. Having the guys is nice, but I long for a woman to talk to. I miss my sister now more than ever, because she’d die if I told her what was going on with the men. She’d call me a harlot, squeal in delight, then beg me for details.

A wave of sadness threatens to pull me under, but I shove that shit down and slam a lid on top of it because if I let it out, I’ll fall apart, and I’m not going to do that. Crying won’t change my situation, so I opt for the only thing that makes me feel like a goddess.

“Hey, Old Man,” I call when I reach the sidewalk of the house where he’s waiting. “Let’s make a bet.”

He narrows his eyes. “On what?”

Edging toward the road, I shoot him a sultry wink. “I beat you to the house, you have to do whatever I want.”

“And when I win?” he asks, as cocky as ever. “What do I get?”

I shrug. “I guess that’s your decision. On three?”

Nodding, he joins me on the sidewalk in a few quick steps.

“One.” I sprint toward the house, cackling when he curses.

“That’s cheating!”

“Who gives a shit?” I shout over my shoulder. “Try to keep up, Dax!”

I’m taunting him, knowing full well I’m about to get my ass handed to me, because while he may be older, he’s an alpha and faster than me.

“That ass is going to be red when I’m done with it.”

“I’m counting on it!” I pump my arms as hard as I can, but Dax passes me in a matter of seconds, a deep rumbling laugh bursting out of him when he glances at me.

“Come on, little savage. You can do better than that.”

I scowl at him, pretending to be annoyed, and push myself to go faster. It’s no use though, because he still beats me with seconds to spare. When I reach the steps to the house, he grabs me around the waist and tosses me over his shoulder like a barbarian. It reminds me of what happened with Chad, only I don’t feel scared, and I know Dax won’t hurt me.

“Really?” I ask, propping my elbows on his back and holding my chin in my hand. “This is a bit primal, don’t you think?”

“Hardly, but we can get a little wild if you want.” He smacks my ass, suddenly remembering his promise to me. “Maybe not today though.”

He runs his palm over the globe of my butt, fingers grazing over my core. I stifle an embarrassing moan as he carries me through the door and up the stairs to his room.

Ever so slowly, he slides me down his body, his heated gaze eating up every inch of me before coming to meet mine.

“You said you wanted to be chased,” I say, smiling at him.

His eyes dance with mirth, and he steps into me, forcing me to step back. “I did say that, didn’t I?”

Nodding, I reach for him, but he grabs my hands and wrenches them behind my back. “Naughty little savage.”

I pout, and he captures my lip with his teeth, tugging on my bottom lip softly before kissing me so deeply he steals the breath from my lungs. His lips caress me, promising a slow, tortuous sort of pleasure as he shows me just how skilled he is with his tongue. I try to get a hand out to grab him, but his hold tightens on my wrists, restraining me.

Pulling away, he rests his forehead against mine. “Here’s the deal, Trix. If this is happening, you have to give me the control.”

“Of course,” I say, reaching for another kiss, but he rears back.

“Total control. Can you do that?”

I bite my lip, eyes bouncing between his. He’s completely serious, and for some reason, my heart skips a beat at the thought of giving up any power to him. Sex is my safety net, the thing I can go to and know I’ll be able to ground myself. Part of the grounding comes from being in charge, whether giving head or controlling the pace while on top, my power comes from that.

I don’t have to be in charge of an entire sexual encounter, but I like to have some control during the act. What he’s asking is for something I’ve never done. Completely putting myself at his mercy and hoping he can bring me the same sort of grounding is a big step, but there’s something so sure in his eyes, I find myself nodding.

“Yes,” I rasp, throat constricting as if to stop the word altogether.

“Good,” he says, face darkening. “Now, take off your clothes.”

Instead of stepping away, he stays close, making me press against him when I arch my back as I pull my shirt off. His fingers barely touch my stomach, making me shudder as I reach up and undo my bra. Holding his fiery gaze, I slip off my shorts and underwear, wondering how undressing can turn me on so much.

“Lie on the bed.”

Swallowing, I take backward steps until I reach the bed, watching him devour my naked flesh with his eyes. I scoot back, resting my head on his pillow so I can watch him.

He uses one hand to yank his shirt off then drops his pants and boxers with practiced ease. His thick thighs flex when he steps toward me. One of his hands strays to his erection, and he grabs hold of his shaft, stroking it once and releasing a dark chuckle when I bite my lip.

“Touch yourself,” he commands, stopping at the edge of the bed.

“Like this?” I ask, cupping my breasts and kneading them.

He tsks. “Not there.”

Not needing further instruction, I slip one hand down my torso and dip my fingers between my folds, teasing my clit before pushing two inside of my pussy.

“Good girl. Show me how you come.”

I bite my cheek, flames licking up my neck at how hot and bothered he’s making me, and give him exactly what he wants without an ounce of shame. I tug on my nipple and pull my fingers out of my wet core, using the lubrication to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves, Pushing and pressing and teasing until a tremble works up my spine.

Dax puts his hands on the mattress, leaning over me, gaze focused on my fingers. He licks his lips, flicking his eyes to meet mine with a devilish grin splitting his lips.

“Stop.”

“What?” I ask in annoyance, not listening because I’m so close.

“Stop or this ends.”

Fuck.

With a soft growl, I rip my fingers away from my clit and huff.

“Good.” He crawls over me, and for a few seconds I think he might give in and give me exactly what I need, but he doesn’t enter me.

Instead, he drives his thigh between my legs, using his forearms to hold most of his weight off of me. Ever so gently, his skin meets my core. I arch my back at the contact. I was so close to coming before he made me stop.

“Rub against me.”

With a slight furrow of my brow, I lift up, grinding my pussy against his thigh. He’s still grinning, enjoying torturing me a bit too much. The next time I press myself against him, he pushes back, working his leg up and down, dragging his flesh against my core.

“Fuck,” I gasp, practically humping his leg at this point, but he doesn’t seem to mind. At least he doesn’t until I part my lips, preparing to release a soft cry. I’m so close.

He moves his leg on the other side of mine, lowering his face to mine. “Not yet, little savage.”

“There better be an orgasm involved or I may kill you.”

Laughing, he nudges my cheek with his nose. “Turn over.”

Scowling at him to let him know how I feel, I roll my eyes but do as I’m told all the same because I told him I’d give him control. He doesn’t think I’ll listen, and I hate being wrong. So as much as I want to take my orgasm from him, I comply and wait for him to give it to me.

“Slip your hands between yourself and the mattress and make two fists.”

He shifts, body lowering, hovering over mine but never exactly touching me. His breath brushes against the back of my neck, making me shiver.

“Now, Trix.”

I lift my hips slightly, placing my fisted hands against myself.

“There you go. Now work that sweet little pussy.”

Burying my head into his pillow, I writhe against my fisted hands, surprised to find my clit warming in approval. My breaths are coming in pants as I basically hump my hands, wondering all the while why I’ve never tried this before.

“That’s enough,” he says, earning another huff of frustration from me. “Roll over.”

I turn, lying on my back, hair splaying around me in a mess of tangles, and I narrow my eyes on him. “This is annoying.”

“For you,” he says, brushing his lips over mine. His teeth grab my bottom lip, tugging hard before releasing it and sucking it between his, swirling his tongue over the pain. “I’m enjoying myself.” He lowers his body another inch until I can feel the tip of his cock brushing against my stomach. “Watching your pupils dilate and hearing your heartbeat spike when you almost come, and then enjoying how mad you get when I make you stop.”

“At least one of us is happy,” I grumble, not entirely mad, because part of me is enjoying this game.

“You’ll be happy too,” he says, finally resting his weight against me. His hands hold the back of my head, and he kisses me, stealing gasps and whimpers with his tongue. When he rocks his lower body against mine, I try to maneuver my hips into the right position. “I told you, Trix. You’re not in charge.”

He lifts off of me, and I almost burst into a stream of curses, but his mouth clamps onto my clit, tongue fucking me with an unrelenting, almost punishing pace. I grab his hair, trying to work my pussy against his face, but he yanks my hands away, holding them in one hand and wrenching them to the side. His other arm presses into my stomach, easing my hips back down as his fingers wrap around one of my arms to hold me in place.

“Relax,” he whispers against me, burying his head between my legs, tongue working into me and licking my walls in languid laps. He licks me from my opening to my clit, humming as he wraps his lips around me again.

“Dax,” I beg, desperately trying to grind against him. “Please.”

Lifting his gaze to meet mine, he removes his mouth from my body. “You’re so impatient.” Then he licks between my slit again, circling my clit with the tip of his tongue a few times until my eyes snap shut, stars bursting across the black I find there. He releases my hands, and I immediately bury them in his hair, shoving him against myself like a desperate bitch, but it doesn’t stop him from making me tremble beneath him.

My toes curl, tingles racing through my body as he continues to work my clit, pushing me past the point where my blood heats, fire sweeps through me, and where my words make any sense. Chest rising off the bed, my jaw drops open and I moan his name, earning a cocky whisper of a chuckle against my skin as he cleans up my cum, licking it up like I’m his favorite meal.

“There she is,” he says when my hands drop to my sides and he pulls away, gaze skating over my face. “Now you get what you want.” Crawling up the bed, he positions himself between my hips. “Pinch your nipples.”

I grab my tits, rolling my hard nubs between my fingers and pinching them like he said. His cock eases inside of me, the V of his stomach tightening right before he slams all the way in, sliding in without any resistance.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, holding himself deep inside of me and taking a deep breath. “Fuck.”

“Mmm,” I say in agreement. “Feels like home.”

He nods, grabbing my hips and lifting them off the bed so he can slam me against his dick. “Hold on to the headboard.”

Reaching back, I wrap my fingers around the bar at the bottom. He grunts as he pistons into me, slamming against my G-spot over and over until my walls are throbbing and my pussy weeps over him, soaking his shaft with cum and begging him for more all at the same time.

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” He drops my hips, laying his chest over mine as he goes deeper than ever, barely moving his hips as he hits that perfect spot again, this time gently coaxing me toward another orgasm.

“Can I kiss you?” I ask, remembering he’s supposed to be the one in control and I can’t force his mouth to mine if I want him to continue.

“Of course, little savage.” His mouth captures mine, our tongues tangling and battling for control. Instead of my usual demands, I soften against him and take a slow, languid taste of him, following his lead. His hips pull back a little farther, slamming back inside of me hard enough I gasp into his mouth.

Breaking away from our kiss, he moves his lips to my neck, kissing down my throat. “You’re so beautiful when you fall apart.” He slams into me again. “So pretty when those walls squeeze my dick and beg for more.” Another hard thrust. “So intoxicating when those lips part and moan my name.”

He continues to praise me, beating my pussy with his cock after each compliment, as if he wants me to remember his words when I feel the aftershocks of his thrusts tomorrow. He wants me to remember how he made me give up control. To remember how he gave me these orgasms instead of me taking them from him.

“Good,” he growls into my ear, “girl.” His hips slam into mine, and in an unexpected move, his hand finds its way into my hair, and he yanks my head back, drawing a throaty moan from me when the slight pain amps up the pleasure. His teeth clamp over my pulse point, replacing Chad’s marks with his own and biting down as he wrecks me with his dick. I scream his name and his own cry is muffled against my skin as he thrusts and stills, dick pulsing inside of me as he fills me with his cum, marking me with his scent and leaving yet another reminder of who owned who in this encounter.

Dax.

Dax made me his bitch, and I’d gladly do it again, because my core throbs from his sweet torture, and my heart is racing faster than it possibly ever has before.

“Good girl,” he murmurs again.

A ridiculous smile creeps over my face, but I don’t try to hide it.

This was exactly what I needed.