Wretched (Never After Series)

It’s just Eveline and me in the basement of The Yellow Brick. We’re sitting at a long, heavy oak table with a pile of dirty cash on one side, bundled cash on the other, and a money counter right in the middle.

Eveline is currently taking handfuls of the unbound money and funneling them through the machine. The flipping of the dollars creates a buzzing noise similar to a fan in a quiet room, and despite what I witnessed just a few hours earlier, I feel calm.

And so does she. She seems normal. Completely in control. Which is so different to how she was a few hours ago with Benny.

How can someone so fucking beautiful be so goddamn bad?

“Stop staring at me.”

I push my chair off the ground with my heels, balancing on the back two legs. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

She glances up at me. “About what?”

“This.” I wave my arm around the room.

She laughs. “You, the jewel thief, are surprised by piles of cash?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m surprised you’re so involved. And so violent. You should probably see someone about that.”

Her brows draw down as the counter spits out another stack. She bands it, then places it to the side. “Surprised because I’m a woman?”

“No, because you’re you.”

I don’t even know what I mean by that statement, which isn’t wholly shocking considering I can’t even figure out how the hell I feel. I fucked this woman. I’m insanely attracted to her despite her being unhinged, but I can’t correlate the woman I pictured her as when we first met with who she is now. Because now, she’s who I’m fighting against. She’s part of the problem I’m trying to fix.

She pauses, placing a handful of cash back in the unbound pile. Her tongue flicks out, the metal barbell skimming across her lower lip as she stares.

My stomach jolts.

“Well, this is me.”

“Unfortunately,” I mutter.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She tilts her head.

I shrug, knowing I shouldn’t prod her but not being able to stop myself. “Just means maybe your sister was right.”

Her jaw clenches. “My sister knows nothing about me.”

“At least she knows how to treat people.”

“Great, go bother her then.”

I grin. “Am I annoying you, sweetheart?”

She slams her hands on the table, making everything shake and she shoves back her chair to stand. She leans in, her breasts spilling from the top of her shirt and my gaze drops, because I can’t not take advantage of the view when she’s so willing to offer it up.

A flush creeps along her collarbone and scores up her neck, the way it always does when I make her angry.

My cock pulses.

“I am not your fucking sweetheart,” she says through clenched teeth. “And for the record, everything about you annoys me. The way you walk. The way you constantly show up any place I am. The way you ask question after question yet never seem to have a single answer.”

My lips tilt up.

She points a finger. “Those stupid fucking dimples on your cheeks.”

The smile grows. I drop the front legs of my chair back down and rest my elbows on the table, propping my chin in my hand. “Give it to me, baby. What else?”

“I hate the way you stare at me,” she continues.

I’m half paying attention, my mind too busy wondering how far the blush on her chest goes, and what else I could do to make her flush so pink.

“And—” She raises her voice. “You’re a liar.”

The amusement washes away at her words and now it’s me pushing into a stand, my fists pressing against the table. “I am not a liar.”

“Please,” she scoffs. “All you’ve ever done is lie to me.”

I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Here we fucking go. Is this because of the name thing?”

“It’s because of your general existence.”

“Sweetheart,” I sigh. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

She slaps her hands against the wood again. “I told you not to call me that.”

I chuckle, imagining how satisfying it would be to reach out and strangle her, just to shut her the fuck up. “And I told you that I’m not your bitch.”

The blaze in her eyes is so intense I swear it soars across the air and sinks into my skin until I’m burning from the inside out.

She smirks. “Debatable.”

One second I’m thinking about how much I want to choke the brat out of her and the next I am, my hand shooting across the table and wrapping around her neck.

She sucks in a sharp breath but doesn’t fight me, the man she claims to hate so much.

The man who’s supposed to hate her.

And that pisses me off even more, because I do hate her. I can’t fucking stand who this girl is. I would give anything to reach inside of her and pull out the woman I met that night at the club.

She’s the one I’m interested in, the one I’m dying to see.

And when Eveline moves in close, elongating her neck as if she wants me to mark her with my prints, I think maybe I’ve found her.

But then, she purses her lips and spits.

Wet saliva sprays across my cheek and drips down my face, severing the last thread of my sanity. I snap forward, my free arm swiping across the table, the sound of cash and the money counter crashing to the floor muted from the pounding in my ears. I wrap my hand around her waist, dragging her roughly onto the tabletop and slamming my mouth to hers.

I don’t think about how this is inappropriate. How she stands for everything I’m against. How I’m the villain of her story as surely as she is mine.

And I definitely don’t consider the wire hidden around my neck, catching everything as it happens.

My tongue dives into her mouth, searching for the hint of metal, and when I find it, the small ball of her piercing massaging against me, a shock-wave rolls through my body.

My hand tightens around her throat, her pulse beating against my skin.

She moans, her talon-like nails digging into the back of my neck, and my cock throbs, pressing against the front of my jeans.

I move my lips across her jaw and down her neck, using my thumb to tilt her head back and give myself more room. She scoots forward, her knees sliding on the few loose hundred-dollar bills that are beneath her, and she reaches out, popping the button on my pants and slipping her warm hand inside. She grips me tight, and I jolt in her palm when she strokes me from the base all the way to the tip. Precum oozes from the head and she swipes her fingertips over it, using it to lubricate her motions on the way back down.

“Fuck,” I rasp against her.

“Shut up,” she snips, bringing her mouth close to kiss me again.

My chest heats at how she’s always fucking disrespecting me, and I grip her throat tighter, slamming her down on the table until she’s flat against it. Cash flies from the edges and flutters to the ground, the sudden movement making her grip slacken from where it’s wrapped around my cock.

She yelps, her eyes flaring, but before she can say another word, I’m on her, my hand moving from her neck up to her jaw. “You and that fucking mouth.”

I press a kiss to her swollen lips, my other hand sliding along her chest until her tit is in my hand. My thumb runs over the hardened peak, hiding beneath the fabric. She tries to speak, but I press my fingers against her cheeks, until I feel the indent of her teeth. “I’m getting real tired of you walking all over me. Spitting on me. Pretending like I hurt you when we both know you don’t really care. And I’m done playing nice.”

Her lips part, and I take the opportunity, collecting saliva on my tongue and letting it drip down into her open mouth.

I expect her to rage. In fact, my grip on her strengthens, anticipation lighting up my insides at how she’ll react.

But she only grins and swallows.

My balls tighten, blood rushing to my dick until it’s throbbing so stiff I’m worried I might come.

She moves her hand up the length again, moaning. “That gets you off, doesn’t it? I can feel you getting harder.”

“Yeah?” I bite my lip. “You gonna do something about it, pretty girl?”

She pushes up on her elbow, her messy bun halfway falling out so it’s lopsided on her head, and squeezes me one more time before she removes her touch completely. Leaning in, she presses a kiss to my lips. “I want you to get down on your knees and lick my pussy like a good pup.”

My insides flare at the command, but I don’t argue, the overwhelming need to have her overriding any sense of authority she may be stripping me of. My hands coast down her body until they reach the hem of her skirt and slip underneath, gliding back up her supple skin until they hit the holsters on both sides of her legs. An image of her naked with nothing but her gun strapped to her flashes through my mind, and I groan at the vision.

Pressing my fingers into her skin, I move my face back to hers, pressing kisses along her cheek until I reach her ear. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

And then I move, gripping the meat of her thighs and pulling, her body sliding down the table harshly, sending more cash fluttering to the ground.

Her skirt is bunched at her hips and she’s wearing white cotton panties that have a damp spot in the center. The air leaves my lungs in a whoosh at the sight. It’s such a dichotomy; simple white underwear hidden beneath layers of black and gallons of bitch.

“Don’t just stare at it.” Her hands press on the back of my head.

Pressing my thumb into the wet spot, I undo my jeans the rest of the way to free my cock enough so I can grip it in my palm. “Goddamn, you’re wet. Soaking through your panties all for me?”

I stroke my shaft, pinpricks of pleasure skittering along my spine at the sensation, and then I grab the fabric of her underwear and pull, ripping them off her in one fluid motion.

She moans and I dive in immediately, because if I don’t get to taste her, right now, I might fucking die.

My tongue swipes up the length of her slit, collecting the wetness seeping from her core, and I groan at the musky taste. Perfect. My hand slips up her body until it’s pressing against her stomach to hold her in place, and I start to feast, swirling around her hole and up to her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her clit throbs against the flat of my tongue, and the thought of me turning her on, turns me on, so I suck it into my mouth, bringing up my hand and dipping a finger inside of her at the same time.

She’s so wet, I slide in easily, and I start a repetitive motion, fucking her with my fingers and gorging on her pussy until she’s gasping beneath me.

“Oh, god,” she whispers, her elbows dropping until she’s flat on her back again.

Her thighs tense around my head, her back arching off the table. I release her clit and look up at her, my cock dripping from the sight of her heaving chest and eyes blissed out in pleasure—pleasure that I caused.

“Give it to me, pretty girl. Show me how fucking filthy you are coming around the fingers of the man you claim to hate.”

She does, immediately. Spectacularly.

Her legs shake and she lets out a loud moan, her pussy pulsing as she rides out her orgasm. I lap her up like milk, so fucking ready to sink my cock inside her and break her from the inside out.

I continue to work her through her comedown and she laughs when I suck her into my mouth one more time, her hands pushing at my shoulders. “Stop, it’s sensitive.”

Smiling, something warm tumbles around in my chest, and I work my way back up her body, pressing kisses to her thighs, over her covered stomach until I hit her chest. My cock presses between her legs, nudging at her entrance.

Her legs wrap around my hips, pulling me in closer. My head slips through her slick cunt and sends a tendril of pleasure spiking through my dick and into my balls. Gripping the base of my shaft, I slide myself through her folds, tapping the tip of my cock on her needy clit, reveling in the way her body jolts from the touch.

“Fuck me,” she whispers.

I allow the tip of my cock to slide in, just the tiniest bit. “Tell me what I want to hear.”

She quirks a brow.

I lick the shell of her ear, a shiver coasting down her body.

“Tell me I’m the biggest cock you’ve ever had.”

“Oh my god, did that really—”

Grinning, I slam inside of her mid-sentence, her words cutting off with the heavy breath that escapes her lungs. I close my eyes, the sensation of her pussy gripping me so perfectly, making my balls draw up and heat collect at the base of my spine.

Starting a steady rhythm, I get lost in the feeling of being inside her again. She threads her fingers through my hair and starts to move her hips from underneath me, causing her clit to grind against my pelvis. I press in harder, wanting—needing—to feel her come around my cock.

“Fuck, you feel good.”

Her eyes flare and she tightens her legs, removing her fingers from my hair and pushing at my chest. I ease up, allowing my dick to leave her as she flips us, my head landing on the pile of money at the top of the table.

She straddles me, her knee-high boots suddenly the sexiest thing I’ve ever fucking seen as she slides back down my shaft, every inch of her cunt swallowing me perfectly until we’re flush together.

“Christ,” I murmur, my hands gripping her hips so tight, I’m sure they’ll bruise.

The material of her thigh holsters rub against my skin, creating a friction burn as she works me fast and hard. She moves herself back and forth, then bounces up and down. My eyes drink up the vision of her above me, her hair mussed, skin flushed, and eyes glazed. Suddenly, I can’t stand the thought of not touching her everywhere, and my fingers run up her stomach until I’m cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples beneath my fingers. Her movements stutter and I pinch them. Hard.

A gush of wetness soaks my lap and she throws her head back, her fingers creating crescent shaped marks in my abdomen as she rides me.

Her hand disappears under her skirt and I’m about to protest until I feel the warmth of her fingers caressing my balls while she grinds down on my lap. My entire body shivers.

I tweak her nipples again, then move one hand up, gripping the bun that’s only half left on her head, and wrench it back, tugging on the strands harshly.

She moans, her pussy walls spasming around me, making my eyes roll back.

“Come for me again, pretty girl. I want to feel you drench my cock.”

Her other hand lifts her skirt, giving me the exceptional view of my dick disappearing inside of her, and she starts rubbing at her swollen clit, her mouth parting.

That, plus the steady motion of her caressing my balls, is my point of no return. The tension snaps just as her walls contract around me, and I shatter into a thousand pieces, shooting deep inside her. One pulse, two, three… she rides me through every single spurt until my limbs go numb and my vision goes white.

Finally she slows before moving off me completely, my cum and her wetness mixing together and dripping down my slick and sated cock.

It takes a few moments for me to catch my breath, and I turn my face to watch her—to say something—although I have no clue what.

But her eyes are already hardened into stone.

My chest twists, but I brush it off, not knowing what it means. I smile softly, the echo of whatever just happened pinging off the hollow chambers of my heart. “That quick, huh?”

“Obviously, this was a mistake,” she replies.

Nodding, I move to a sitting position, my pulse still racing. “Yeah, whatever you say, sweetheart.”

I slide from the table and reach down to grab my jeans, pulling them on and fastening them.

“You know…” I start, looking back up.

But it’s no use because she’s already gone.