Playing with Fire (Burn for Me #1)

by Ria Wilde

I hate crying. What was the point in tears really, when all they do is make your eyes sore and your face wet. They didn't take away the pain, they just showed everyone your vulnerabilities and weaknesses. I swat at them angrily, huffing out an impatient breath, and try to get myself under control before the movers come in to haul my life away.

I’m a simple man at heart and the sight of a plump round ass will leave me a little dumb. She’s long gone by the time I snap out of it.

She tastes like devastation, like the sweetest ruin, and I’m starving for her. She makes it damn hard to breathe.

It’s a heady mix and a somewhat primal feeling blooms in my chest. My woman. My wife. Smelling like me.

He watched it. He watched it all. Frozen solid and slowly dying a little inside, I can’t take my eyes off him as he moves to the edge of the bed closest to me, grasps my wrist gently and brings my hand toward him. My eyes widen as a new wave of arousal floods me when his lips wrap around the fingers I’d just had inside of me, and his tongue licks them clean.

“Never be ashamed, Olivia. I’ve never seen something quite as beautiful as you pleasuring yourself.” She swallows, eyes bouncing between mine. I want the feisty girl back, I want the confident, sexy little kitten with the claws and the insults. “Let me know when you do it again,” I push, “I’ll pull up a chair to get a better view. See how pink and wet you are.” The attempted slap is a nice little surprise. I grab her wrist before she can make contact, gripping it firmly but not hard enough for it to hurt her. She burns with rage, her eyes are alight with fury, her little body trembling violently in my grip. “You’re a damn pig,” She growls, teeth grinding together. “Oink,” I grin at her.

There’s a reason the devil is beautiful, he likes to lure you in with pretty promises and a dazzling smile only to eat your soul when you end up in his grasp.

“You’d like it wouldn’t you?” He purrs, “Having my handprint on your pretty ass. Would you be dripping, Olivia? Like you’re soaking your panties right now?” I tilt my chin up, forcing my body not to squirm. He leans in just a touch further, his lips a whisper against mine and my own part, lashes fluttering. “You fucking would,” His words are spoken right against my mouth and I almost sigh when his tongue touches my bottom lip, “Just know, I’d fucking love it just as much.”

“So, what did she do to you today?” Killian asks, “Since fucking with you seems to be a theme.” “I’m almost scared to find out,” I get up from behind the desk, “I haven’t checked out our bedroom yet but everything else seems to be clear. Maybe she skipped a day.” She did not, in fact, skip a day.

“Good girl,” He growls low,

“Look at you being a good girl right now,” I praise her, “Such a shame you couldn’t be a good girl for me before. Good girls get rewards, bad girls choke on my cock.” Her eyes widen as I press the head of me between her lips, forcing her to widen and relax her jaw. When she’s wide enough, I thrust in, going to the back of her throat. Her hands slap against my thighs while mine go to the back of her head, keeping her right fucking there while I fuck between her lips. “That’s it, kitten,” I rasp, reveling in the bite of her nails on my skin, “Choke on it.”

“You’ll never fucking escape me,” I grasp her thighs and yank her toward me, slamming forward at the same time, “You’re fucking mine, Olivia.” “I hate you!” She hisses but then moans, so damn prettily. “Yeah?” Thrust, “You hate it when I’m fucking you like this?” Thrust. “You hate it when I fill you up and stretch this tight fucking cunt full of my cock?” “Shit,” She hisses, “Don’t stop!”

“Say. My. Name.” I order, squeezing her ass. There are still light red marks on her cheeks from my slap, the outline of my hand making me want to give her a permanent mark. A branding. Showing everyone, she is mine. My wife. My kitten. My little fucking brat. But I don’t slap her ass this time. I slap her dripping cunt.

Me: Dear future ex-husband, I loathe you. My message is read instantly, three little dots appearing seconds later. Future ex-husband: Dear Wife, your claws are out early today. I like it.

“You may not care about me, kitten,” His chest rumbles, “But I’m certainly finding I care an awful lot about you, certainly more than I ever expected I would.”

“Just do up another button,” I compromise but she slaps my hands away when I reach for the blazer. “Be a good boy,” She pats my hand, “And try not to think about all the men getting an eyeful of my tits, and maybe I’ll let you fuck me again.” “Olivia,” I rasp. “Have the day you deserve, Malakai.”

“I’ve thought about nothing but you all fucking day today, Olivia. I have barely been able to concentrate when all I can think about is this damn body, and your fucking moans and when I’m going to fucking see you smile again.”

“Yes, I’ve thought about fucking you.” He admits. “And if you’ve eaten. Or had water. I’ve nearly fucking lost my mind thinking about another man being near you when you’re wearing this fucking outfit. And I was watching the damn clock, waiting for you to get home just so I could fucking see you.”

“I want to mark you, Olivia,” He rasps, “Paint you mine so the whole fucking world knows that I am yours.”

I don’t feel the cold as I make it outside. The hospital is a block from here, there are no cabs or cars around for me to use. So, I run.

“Because there is nothing I won’t do to make sure you’re protected. I will burn every city to the ground to eliminate any threat to you. I am your shield, Olivia. Your bullet. I am your husband.”

My cock is hard, my blood humming through me. She aches. She told me so herself and I’m ready to relieve her of her pain, to make her come for me repeatedly. I want her pussy on my fingers, in my mouth, on my cock. I want to stretch that tight little cunt until she can’t fucking walk, until all she can think and breathe is me.

I glide a finger down the seam of her above the lace and she lets out a harsh breath, but when I hook a finger at the edge of the panties, pulling it to the side to expose every dripping inch of her, she moans. “You’re so ready for me to fill you up,” I rasp, scissoring my fingers through the heat of her, “To stretch you open and fuck you raw.” “P-please.” “Such beautiful manners,” I commend before I lean in and run the flat of my tongue over her, tasting that slick arousal.

“Kai,” She breathes, “I’m going to come.” “Then come, kitten,” I grind out, “Come all over my fucking cock, Olivia.” Her brows twitch down, eyes rolling back as her body shivers beneath me, so I move faster, harder, fucking her so damn thoroughly, her body shifts up the mattress. “Yes!” She hisses. “Like that!” I chuckle, keeping that rough, brutal pace, our bodies slapping together, her pussy fucking weeping for me. “Come for me,”

“You can and you will.” I demand. “Give me more, Olivia.” She whimpers as I keep with the stimulation, thrusting into her with my fingers at the same time, forcing what I want from her. “Malakai,” she cries before she detonates again for me, the scream ripping from her throat. “Good fucking girl,” I praise and while she’s still pulsing, her cunt dripping for me, I grab her hips, spin her on the bed and lay myself over the length of her, straddling the backs of her thighs as I guide the head of my cock back inside of her.

“I’ll give you the world, Olivia, you just need to ask.” But I don’t want the world. Just this with him.

“I will always choose you, Olivia.” I vow. “You might not see it right now, but I will always choose you.”

“For the rest of my life, Olivia, I will love you. Every bratty, rebellious side of you. I will laugh with you, and hold you when you cry, will worship you, and look after you. I will continue to choose you, no matter the outcome because you are it. It’s not the sun I seek after the storm, it’s you. Always you.” Her breath rushes from her as I gently kiss her cheek. “And when my time comes, there will be no place that will be able to hold me from you. I will find you in every existence. I love you, Olivia Farrow. Always.”