Chapter 4

Joker's hands were everywhere at once, his mouth never leaving its station on her lips. Her taste was addicting. He kissed her until she let out a small whine, and with a smirk against her lips he pulled away to give her air. She let out a gasping breath that ended in a groan as Joker leaned in and bit her neck. Makayla shuddered.

"My God…" she murmured, clinging to him as though she were about to fall.

"Not. Quite." Joker ground out, licking the bite mark with a low growl. He had to take her. He had to corrupt her. He needed to absolutely ruin her. But that was only the beginning. He didn't know what it was about her, but every male instinct he possessed screamed at him to claim her. Brutally. He held himself back from just tearing her clothes off and slid his hands under her shirt.

"You have. NO idea….what it is you're doing to me, beautiful." He whispered hotly in her ear, groaning as she pressed up against him with a shiver. One of her hands reached up and gently tangled in his hair, and he let out a small groan. He slid one of his hands up her back, playing along her spine, while the other slipped below the waist of her jeans. She bucked into his touch, letting out a breathy moan.

"Joker, please…"

"Mmm, I like it when you BEG, Makayla." He growled in her ear, nipping the lobe gently. "Question is, what are you begging me FOR?"

"Please…" she said again, rational thought and coherent sentences far from her mind as his fingers deftly unsnapped the button on her jeans, slipping past the zipper to rub against her. Her underwear offered very little protection, and a louder moan and desperate shiver caused Joker to chuckle.

"Yes, dear, you've said that. Please….what?" He moved her underwear to the side, running one single fingertip along her achingly slow. "Please touch you? Taste you? Fuck you?" He licked a line down her throat to bite at her collar bone. She shook.

"God, please! Anything, just...oh, God..." Makayla stammered out, desperation that bordered on panic in her voice. Joker chuckled against her skin, sliding a finger inside her.

"I get it. You're about to cum for me, aren't you, little girl?" He felt her walls clamp down on his finger, which got his blood going. He growled out, "Have you ever cum before, Makayla?"

"N-no. Ahh, please…." Makayla was shaking, her back arched, her full lips open to take in as much air as possible. Joker grinned.

"Mmm, sweet little innocent Makayla. About to orgasm for the first time on the fingers of the worst criminal in the city." He laughed, sliding another finger in alongside the first, stretching her slightly. He flicked his fingers back and forth, until suddenly Makayla jumped, a small scream escaping her throat.

"There? Right there?" Joker teased her, moving his fingers over the place that made that scream come out of her throat. "Yes. Come on, Makayla. Cum for me." As though she were merely a powerless puppet, she felt an orgasm erupt from her with blinding intensity. Her legs gave out, forcing her to collapse into Joker's arms. He scooped her up and tossed her roughly onto her bed, grinning at the squeal that his actions produced.

"That, uh, that was ONE. Think I can make you do it again?" he removed his coat, tossing it to the side. He gestured at her clothes with one hand as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly. "Why don't you take those off, hmm?"

Makayla looked up at him like a deer in headlights. Slowly, she slipped her shirt over her head first, shivering from both the sudden change in temperature and the heated look Joker passed over her body. He slid his own shirt off as she unhooked her simple grey bra, tossing it to the floor quickly, squirming in place nervously. Joker growled and pounced; he was not a patient man, and the shy way she stripped out of her clothes was driving him crazier than usual.

"Damn it all, little girl. The things you do to me." He licked around one taut nipple, grinning when she whined. "The things I'll do to you…"

"What...what will you do, Joker?" she asked, her voice thick with arousal. Joker shuddered, God, his name from her lips. That would be the death of him, he was certain. He slipped his fingers in her belt loops as he covered her mouth in a bruising kiss, sliding her already undone pants off her hips. Makayla raised her hips to help him, her own fingers reaching out to unbuckle Joker's belt. He paused; normally his partners were not at all eager to get him out of his clothes. He pulled back, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. She blushed.

"Please, Joker. I need...something….I need more. I need you inside me. My body is aching, and I'm so...so turned on. Please." Her wide, dilated eyes met his, and he couldn't help the wicked grin that overtook his features.

"Well, darling, when you put it like THAT," he said as he reached between them and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down and kicking them off with his shoes. He smirked at her.

"I really do love it when you beg me, sweet girl." His low voice almost sounded affectionate, which sent an all new set of shivers up Makayla's spine.

"I'm prepared to beg further if it will get you to put it in me." she whined, running her hands shyly over his chest. Joker groaned.

"Fuck, sweetheart. Do that again." He murmured, shivering when her hand traced a particularly nasty scar on his pectoral muscle. He gave a breathy sigh; that scar would always be sensitive due to nerve damage, and feeling her little hands trace it so gently was driving him insane. He threw his head back and growled as a sudden sensation overtook him. He glanced down to see that Makayla had actually leaned up and licked along that scar. He pinned her hands to the mattress and leaned in swiftly, nipping her neck with rough love bites that he soothed with his tongue.

"You, uh, know what they say about being a tease, right?" he whispered hotly in her ear. She bucked her hips up into him.

"Turnabout is fair play, because you've been teasing me relentlessly?" she sassed him back. Joker barked out a laugh, moving her wrists to one hand while he trailed the other down her body slowly.

"You're lucky I don't just tie you up and TEASE you for hours, if that's how you're going to be, beautiful." He growled in warning. Makayla let loose a very desperate whine.

"No, no. Please don't." she begged him, arching into his touch as he ripped her panties from her hips, leaving stinging red marks in their wake.

"First time I've heard those words in this context, gorgeous." he groaned, moving to slide his boxers down just enough for his erection to spring free. Makayla shivered as he traced the head along her soaking wet lips.

"This, um, I'm told, hurts a bit, Makayla." Joker told her, his voice serious but soft. "I'll try to be easy, but I'm, uh, NOT a gentle man."

"It's ok." She assured him, angling her hips and spreading her thighs. Joker licked his lips, committing the sight to memory. "I knew what I was signing up for when I agreed to bring you home."

"Saw this coming, did you?" he teased her, sliding just the tip of his rock hard cock inside her. She groaned, the sound definitely not that of a woman in pain.

"Maybe I was just hopeful." she teased him back, leaning up to kiss along his chest up to his neck. Joker couldn't hold back anymore, he snapped his hips forward, impaling her in one solid thrust. Her shriek was a mix of pain and arousal, and Joker held very still for a few minutes to give her time to adjust properly to his intrusion.

"Damn it all to hell. You feel SO good." he whispered in her ear. She trembled, her little hips moving in miniscule movements that were going to either murder him or cause him to finish embarrassingly soon.

"Best hold tight." He warned her, letting go of her wrists before he began moving in earnest, desperately seeking not only his completion, but hers. He felt her nails sink into his shoulders, and he growled, biting her collar bone sharply. "Easy, beautiful."

"Fuck! Joker, please. Oh, God, don't stop!" Makayla's cries grew louder and increasingly more desperate as Joker sped up the intensity of his thrusts, pounding her hard and fast, loving the way she seemed to almost cling to him inside her.

"Not stopping, little girl. Not stopping until you cum." Makayla shook, her back arched, and Joker smirked against her skin.

"Close! I'm...I'm…."

"Cum NOW, Makayla." Joker demanded harshly of her. Makayla obeyed, screaming her release as her entire body drew tight as a bow string and shook helplessly. Joker followed closely on her heels, erupting inside her with a low grunt that made her body shake as she came down from her high.

They lay together, Joker still buried inside her, panting for air. Joker smirked at her.

"Wanted to do that since I saw you bent over that damn fridge." he told her. She chuckled.

"I'm not going to complain." she answered, stretching slightly with a groan. Joker's smirk widened; she was definitely going to be sore in the morning.

"And why exactly aren't you complaining, Makayla? Take criminals to your home often? Hmm?" His words were light and teasing, but he was genuinely curious. She was handling everything in stride, as though this was an everyday occurrence. Makayla shrugged a bit, groaning as Joker pulled out of her and collapsed beside her.

"I guess I just figured, if you're going to kill me, you would no matter what I do. So, why fight you? Besides, I wouldn't dare risk my girls."

"Ah." Joker leaned in. "But you'll risk you?" Makayla turned to him, leaning in to brush her lips against his lightly.

"I'm already at risk. Every single day." she murmured against his mouth. Joker's eyebrow raised, and he opened his mouth to ask her what the hell that meant.

When a very loud, very angry knock sounded at the door.

A/N: Ok, so apparently this is going somewhere. Will it be somewhere fun? I don't know lol. It's just kind of running wild. Hopefully somewhere fun. Until next time, my friends!

Lizzie Shadows