When She Falls (The Fallen, #3)

by Gabrielle Sands

“Taking a piss, what else could I be doing?” “Tsk.” I glance over my shoulder toward the front door. “Is that how you talk around your father?” “You’re not my father.” “No, but I’ve been called daddy on occasion.”

“If your fiancé knew how feral you are, he’d demand a refund,” he growls. His face is so close, I can make out a tiny scar on his right cheek. “He thinks he bought himself an obedient wife, when what he’s really getting is a brat.”

If she was engaged to me, I wouldn’t squander a single second. She’d be glued to my side. If she wanted to eat, I’d feed her. If she wanted to sit, it would be on my lap. If she wanted to shower, I’d wash every inch of that perfect skin and then dirty her up again. I clench my jaw. I’m going fucking crazy.

When Gemma started questioning her marriage, I felt the kind of hope I haven’t felt in a long fucking time. I’m not a religious man, but in that moment, I swear I heard angels sing.

He slams his palms against the glass beside my head. “I don’t want to be your first, Peaches. I want to be your last. And I don’t want your fucking virginity. I just want you.”

“If you want someone gentle, you picked the wrong man. I’m not in that kind of mood tonight.” My pussy pulses at his words. “I won’t break. Treat me like you would anyone else.” “You’re not like anyone else,” he says gruffly.

His breath tangles with mine. “You sure you can handle it?” Nerves skitter up my arms, but the answer comes immediately. “Bring it on.” A shiver goes through him. And then he’s pressing his lips to mine.

I’m oxygen. He’s a man starved for air.

He doesn’t finish taking off his pants, just leans back on his palms, spreads his legs, and dips his chin toward his erection. “Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me.”

“Have you changed your mind?” “No.” “You want my cock, don’t you?” “Yes.” “Too bad. All you’re getting for now is this. So rub that sloppy cunt on me. Show me how you get yourself off.”

“I’m going to make a mess.” He takes my wrists and clasps them with one hand behind my back. My back arches, displaying my breasts to him. He darts out his tongue and licks a circle around one nipple. “Yeah, you are. I want to be drowning in your juices, Peaches. When I think you’ve made a big enough mess, then I’ll fuck you.”

I snake my arms around her waist. “If you knew how much pleasure I get from spending money on you, you’d realize you’re doing me a favor by getting that necklace.” Her cheeks turn pink. “That sentence just did something to my insides.”

Her lips are soft and pliant, and she moans into my mouth as I deepen the kiss. People walk past us, probably staring, but I don’t give a fuck. Let them see us. Let them know she’s mine.

But I want to taste all of her, so I grab her ass, raise it off the bed, and go lower. She startles. “Ras.” When she tries to pull away, I tighten my hold on her hips, and glance up. She’s breathing hard, her cheeks redder than normal. “What are you…” “Living out the fantasy that’s been playing in my head on repeat while I was watching you sleep.” “You want to…” She swallows. “Do I want to eat your tight little ass?” I grin. “Yeah. One day, I’ll enjoy fucking it too.”