Spin It Again (4 page)

There he was, standing in the threshold.

All six feet, two inches of him, every one of them soiled and sweaty. He looked like a crazed, deranged madman just escaped from the institution. His clothes were rumpled, his dark brown hair in complete disarray, his face set firmly into vicious, uncompromising lines and his sleek brown eyebrows, a shade darker than his eyes, joined in a fierce scowl above his nose. With mock flair, he dropped a suitcase on the floor and slammed the door shut behind him.

“Honey, I’m home.” His voice was rough, dry and deadly.

Evie couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe and could barely keep her knees from folding.

There was only one thing she knew—this man, this animal, was not here to beg.

Out of some natural survival instinct, Evie took a step backward when he took a step toward her, lifting a red object in the air for her to see.

“Tail, you give me a second chance.” He paused, narrowing his eyes. “Pitchfork, you give me a second chance.”

He set the object on the floor and spun it and for a moment she stood there, dazed, watching what appeared to be a stuffed little devil twirl around madly on the floor.

When it stopped, the pitchfork was pointing in her direction.

Breathless, she lifted her gaze to his.

“Pitchfork,” he said flatly, lifting his brows. “Guess what? I get a second chance.” Closing the distance between them, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her to him. Gasping, she folded her arms between them, shielding herself from ending up completely smashed against his chest.

As she stared up at him, she knew she should be a little afraid. She’d never seen him like this. There was a savage, lost look in his eyes and a frightening, harsh sound to his breathing that didn’t bode well for her. Yet instead of fear, what she felt was pain. Pain and a swift, hot, overwhelming fury. When she spoke, her whole body shook with the need for violence and her voice was but a low hiss. “In. Your. Dreams. You lying, cheating bastard!”

Growling, he curled his fingers around her arms and squeezed so hard he almost cut off her blood supply. “I’m not in the mood for games.”

Although her insides quivered at the deadly tone in his voice, she held her ground against him. “I’m not the one with the toy,” she spat back, trying futilely to jerk free from his hold.

He narrowed his eyes into thin, glimmering dark slits. “Damn you,” he said, his voice filled with venom. “Damn you, Evie! I’ve given you time to calm down and think things through. I’m going fucking crazy and I want a fucking chance!”

“That’s too damned bad, because you’re not getting one!” she yelled, this time successfully tearing away from his hold and taking a step backward, all heated up now.

“I can’t believe you even have the balls to come here and demand I give you a second chance, as if you even deserve it after the way you betrayed me, lied to me and screwed around on me the first chance you got!”

“I’m sorry. I fucked up!” he yelled back.

“No, you fucked someone wh wasn’t me!” she shouted, sinking her nails into her palms to keep from breaking something. “What? I wasn’t hot enough for you? I couldn’t satisfy your precious little fantasies? Was plain Evie just too damned boring for you?”

“Oh, you satisfied me all right,” he said, lowering his voice and taking a step forward.

She took another step backward and inwardly cursed the dead end when she bumped against the back of the living room sofa.

“Believe me, Evie, you more than satisfied me. What about you—did that fat bastard satisfy you? Did he screw you like I do? Did he make you moan and beg and come like I do?”

She narrowed her eyes as he approached, secretly and strangely excited at the crudeness of his words. “If he did, you’d be the last person to know.” He growled, baring his teeth, startling white against his tanned skin. “Well that’s a shame, because I’m in the mood for spilling some juicy details myself, and I’ll just bet you’d love to hear.” He swiftly unbuttoned, unzipped and thrust his jeans to the floor, his cock popping out of his underwear when he pushed them downward.

His face was a mask of raw, vicious rage when he inched it toward hers. “I sucked Cleo’s tits,” he said viciously, sliding his hands beneath her top and cupping her breasts over her bra, squeezing them hard. “They tasted damned fucking good.” Pulling down the flimsy material of her bra, he flattened his thumbs over the straining points of her nipples, pushing on them. “Almost as good as yours.” She whimpered when he grabbed those little crests and pinched them hard. “Then I got to watch while Jason put his dick between those huge tits and humped and humped until he came all over them.”

Evie couldn’t believe he was telling her this, couldn’t believe he could be this cruel—but then she’d already seen how badly he could hurt her. Her voice when she spoke was only a breathless whisper but the words stemmed from the bottom of her soul. “You bastard.”

“Come again?”

She cried in outrage when he suddenly tore her shirt open, growling low and deep in his throat when he caught sight of her flesh. “Yes, I’m one sick bastard…but wait…there’s more,” he said cruelly while he roughly removed her shirt and bra, throwing both behind him.

“David…stop.”

He fully ignored her, his attention solely focused on her newly bared breasts, his eyes turning dark and livid with desire. “All that time, all I wanted was to get my butt back home and do that very same thing with your tits. Rub my cock between them, squeeze and push them hard…just like a bitch like you should like it.” She yelped from the shock when he bent down and circled a nipple with his tongue, soaking it wet. Then his mouth latched onto it and sucked hard, as if he could drink from her. Evie swayed, suddenly discovering she had no more strength to stay upright.

He caught her, his arms firm around her waist while he sucked her nipple and sent hot, tingling vibrations down to her sex. “Don’t,” she said breathlessly. “Don’t touch me…” He growled his denial and took her other nipple, first nibbling the hard little point with his lips and then drawing it into his mouth completely, making low suckling noises when he did so. Weakened by the spasms of heat quivering in her body, Evie clutched his hair, trying halfheartedly to pull him away from her breasts. It was no use, for now he’d gone lower, his tongue slicking a wet path to her navel while his hands easily worked on the buttons of her pants.

“Don’t,” she breathed again. Lifting his face to hers with startling speed, he locked his lips to hers, silencing her protests.

Evie knew she shouldn’t give in, knew there was a reason she should hate him, but she felt so needy and so feverish for his touch that she found herself wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back, unthinkingly allowing mad, free rein to her desires. Dear God. No one kissed her like he did. No one tasted like him. No one felt so strong, so right for her. Her body melded to his, her soft womanly spots easing magically against his hard ones. The head of his cock, so strong, so hard, brushed against her bare stomach, and she felt dampness on its tip as it rubbed against her skin.

He had no mercy. His tongue pillaged her mouth, thrusting inside hers with fast, furious strokes, letting her know in a very efficient way that he intended to claim her.

Conquer her. Command her. His moves as he scraped his cock against her belly weren’t gentle. They were rough and fast and they drove her mad, making her burn with the desire to open her legs and welcome him deep into her being.

This was not the usual tender and teasing David she knew. This was an animal, a beast of a man who was hurting and desperate and crazed. And she was equally hurt, equally desperate and crazed. For him. David. The man she’d wished to marry. Owner of her heart, her body, her soul.

He dropped her pants and thong to her ankles and pulled away from her, breathing harshly. “On the couch,” he said darkly, pushing her around the sofa and brusquely shoving her until she sat. She bounced on the seat, slouching with her ass barely on the edge. Suddenly damning herself for not thinking coherently, because she shouldn’t succumb so easily. She shouldn’t still want him, love him, need him—not after what he’d done.

She shivered when he straddled her, bracketing her hips with his knees. Her eyes settled on his cock, throbbing and hard and long, slowly inching its way toward her breasts. His eyes were lethal, not showing an ounce of concern but instead glowing with a steely hardness.

“This,” he said fiercely, pressing her breasts together while he thrust his cock between them. “This is what I wanted to do to you as soon as I got back.” He closed his eyes and rocked his hips, slowly easing his cock between her breasts. Her sex flooded with wanton juices as she watched his face, that strong, chiseled face, tighten with desire as he rubbed his dick against her flesh.

“Is this turning you on?” he asked coarsely, pushing her breasts tighter to his cock.

Evie made a low, needy sound in her throat, thinking she could die from wanting him.

“Want to hear more? I’m sure you’re just loving it.” He smiled down at her, a cold, cruel smile. “After Jason came all over Cleo’s tits, Sebastian started screwing her and Haley dropped my pants to suck my cock,” he said.

And suddenly she knew…

The hate in his voice wasn’t directed at her. The hate, so strong now…was directed at himself.

Grabbing her by the hair, he held her still while he shifted his body and slid his cock past her quivering lips and into her mouth. “And you know what? She sucked and sucked and sucked, and when I came, she drank all my fucking cum.” Hate, jealousy, love and desire—it was all inside her, making her shiver, making her want. There were torrents of feelings, wild and explosive and potent and ugly. She should have pulled away at his harsh, hurting words. Words meant to hurt her, meant to tear her apart. Instead, Evie wanted nothing but to claim him, nothing but to show that Haley bitch that he was her man. His cock was Evie’ s, and she stroked it hungrily with her tongue as it dipped into her mouth, intent on showing David that she could do better than Haley, better than Cleo. Better than anyone.

He groaned when Evie tilted her head and drew his penis deeper into her mouth, wishing to immerse it completely, taking in as much of it as she could. She grazed her fingers over the delicate hairs on his scrotum while she continued to suck on his cock, shuddering in need when she heard the way his breath rushed out of him, hot and haggard and furious. Pulling back slightly, she ran her tongue along the head, tracing the deep pink folds before drawing only the tip into her mouth. He watched her, his eyes vicious and hot as he hungrily witnessed the way she sucked him.

“And while I pushed my cock into her mouth,” he continued harshly, “I told her

‘suck it, suck my cock, you starved little bitch’. And she was hot for it, couldn’t get enough of it.”

That fucking cum-eating bitch! Evie thought furiously.

She felt like hurting someone.

“And while she sucked and sucked my cock, Jason fucked her in the ass.” Evie wanted to die. Every emotion inside her felt so strong, so overpowering. And between all the hate, between all the love, was a red-hot, blazing desire and an insatiable hunger…for him.

Curling her hand around the base of his dick and stroking upward, she bent her head and lightly tugged the tender skin on his balls, first nipping it with her lips then gently pulling with her teeth. He groaned, throwing his head back and emitting a low, rumbling sound of anguish that reverberated in her ears and triggered threads of sensation up to whip and flutter inside her.

While she continued to gently tease the soft, heavy sac of his balls with her mouth, she eased one hand around his hip and cupped his buttock. Sinking her nails in, she pulled him closer so she could better suck on him and show him how good she was, show him what he missed by not marrying her, not marrying the Queen of Head, for giving his cock to someone who didn’t know how to savor it like she did. She wanted to punish him, teach him she could be wild and sexy too. She could be just as good—

better—than those two women combined.

“And you know what, sweetheart? You know what I was doing while Haley sucked my cock and Jason screwed her in the ass? All that time I ate and ate and ate Luella’s cunt,” he said, suddenly pulling away and dropping to his knees on the floor before her. “If you give me some now I’ll show you just what I did to make her moan, make her come in my mouth.”

Before she could protest, before her heart could shatter and her soul could die a sudden, brutal death by words, he’d forced her legs apart and shoved his wide chest between her knees.

Evie had shaved. She’d wanted to think she was sexy, wanted to think she would be having sex with some stranger soon. She’d wanted to prove to herself she was hot and desirable, and that David hadn’ t screwed around because she lacked something.

“God,” he whispered, his tone rendering even more reverence to the word.

He stared at the glistening folds of her sex for a full minute, his eyes dark and filled with lust.

“So wet, so pink and smooth,” he whispered, speaking directly to her pussy and not even meeting Evie’s heavy-lidded, heated gaze.

He placed two fingers on her labia and pulled them open before sinking his head between her legs and slipping his tongue through her parted folds. Evie arched back, a moan tearing from her chest. Then his hands cupped her buttocks and lifted her so he could gain better access, and she thought she would die from sheer pleasure when his tongue began to spear inside her.

“No one could ever taste like you, Evie. No one,” he muttered against her sex before slowly sliding his tongue upward to stroke her clit. Her nipples tingled when he sucked her clit with his full lips, and Evie rocked her hips against his face and cupped her breasts wantonly, rubbing and pinching her aching nipples. She was burning, shivering with heat, already a breath away from orgasm while he sucked her so slowly, with a lack of haste, an expertise that drove her to the brink of madness.

She spread her hands on the back of his head and pushed his face farther into her pussy while she arched her hips to meet him. “David,” she breathed.