Warning: This chapter does contain lemons. If you don't like that then you can skip to the next chapter.
Chapter 39
I had never felt breath upon my skin that burned so much nor nails that felt so close to ripping into me. Our kiss wasn't gentle. It wasn't the thing that I had dreamed so adamantly about when I was a child. He wasn't a prince or someone that would sweep me away to a castle so that I would never get dirty again. He was the exact opposite. Hisoka would drag me down if he was able to, he would force me to keep an eye on the dirt that I was rolling in.
Maybe that was why I snarled into his lips, my nails digging into his scalp as he shoved me against the brick wall. I was angry. Angry at him for making me feel like I wanted this and angry for allowing myself to give in to it.
His lips part from mine, his breath scorching against the raw skin of my own. The gold of his eyes is nearly luminescent in the soft alley light, the depths burning. My fingers curl tighter into the nape of his hair, dragging a low hiss from his lips. "You taste like you want to tear me apart, Mori. Now, why would you want to do that?"
To make you stop distracting me.
To eliminate an obstacle.
My lips curl, anger roaring up like a wild, raging creature. "To see if I can."
His smile's a savage, feral thing, so sharp and deadly that it would have stabbed clean through another human. Hard muscles roll along my front, dragging a gasp from my throat before I can stop it. I can feel the hard length of him cradled between my thighs, hips leveling into me. There was something unerringly attractive about a man that didn't hide his own arousal. And looking up at Hisoka there was no doubt that he wanted me. Why, I wanted to ask. Why would you want someone as broken as me?
The way that his nails dig into the curved part of my hips, slipping lower so that he can level me closer tells me as much. The way that his teeth drag along his bottom lip like he enjoyed the touch of pain as his eyes slid to my lips and then back up to my eyes tells me as much.
I'd never had a man look at me like that. Like he wanted to rip us both apart and kiss the pieces that we would make when it was all done.
It was intoxicating.
It was a bad idea.
I yank his head down to me, swallowing his low moan and quiver of hot need that it brings out in me. I was burning up, an ache starting inside of me. My hand drag over the hard planes and ridges of his shoulder, clawing into the soft material of his back as his tongue slides along mine. His hair was too soft, I thought distantly, a whimper catching in the back of my throat as he drags my thighs a little higher on his hips. There was a smoothness to the tangled peaks of the crimson strands.
His lips slip from mine, his breath hot and wet as it travels over my cheek to the sensitive curve of my throat. "How much power do you want, Mori?"
My brain spins sluggishly, the press of his hands squeezing at my hips before moving tantalizingly to my inner thigh. His thumb kneaded into the sensitive skin there, moving up and down, coming dangerously close to my aching core.
"I-" Whatever words I was about to say cut off abruptly as his teeth scrape along my throat, a gentle threat. Every cell in my body buzzed with awareness, the sweet scent of him a deadly distraction.
Those golden eyes of his burn through the darkness, his lids heavy as he watches me. "When I won't give you want you want, will you go running away again?"
Awareness sparked, a bit of the familiar bitterness coating my tongue as I sneer up at him. "I don't need you anymore."
He releases me so quickly that I can't do more than gasp, his hands firm at my waist as he turns me, pressing my front to the harsh brick of the wall. The sharp scent of cement floods my nose, the overpowering feel of him behind me making me prickle. Every sense heightening - an animal sensing a bigger predator when it was too late. His body crowds me, drowning out everything but the warmth of him as he presses me closer to the wall, his chest pressed flush to my back.
One big hand pressed into my abdomen, tilting me until I had to steady myself with both hands to the wall. Hisoka's body curved around me, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. My eyes flick up as his hand came to rest against the space just beside mine, his thumb sliding possessively over the skin of my wrists. I shivered. It shouldn't have felt so intimidating - like a warning to keep my hands where they were. But it did. And I wasn't entirely sure why my body was responding… like I enjoyed the idea. I swallowed down the whimper that was building in my throat, trying to quell the shivers tingling along my spine.
"Where did you go, Mori?" Whatever words I would have said stumbled over themselves as the thumb of his other hand slid along the band of pants, playing coyly with the button there before moving away. It was a fleeting reminder - a cruel temptation. My whole focus buzzed down to that one movement. "I can only think of one person."
I could get away. Even now, I knew that I could simply slip from underneath him. No matter how intimidating his body seemed as it wrapped around me, I knew that one step was all it took. The problem was that I didn't want to. The problem was that more than anything - right now - I wanted him to go farther that toying with the bottom of my pants. I wanted him to touch me.
"She isn't the nicest-"
"Are you going to do something with that hand?" I wanted it to sound flippant. Instead, it sounded like he had wrapped his hand around my throat. My brain fuzzed at the image, some unknown part of me heating at the thought.
His teeth graze my ear, his words rough and low. "Do you want me to do something?"
A trap - it was all a trap. His thumb slid just beneath the top of my pants, following that line along my hips in a slow, tortuous waltz. I shook my head, trying to clear.
His words dripped with feral interest. "What do you want me to do exactly, Mori?" His fingers play with the button of my pants, toying with me until I roll my hips in a silent plea. "You need to use your words, sweetheart." My mouth snaps shut, a deep well of frustration starting to sting at me as I feel his head turn into my throat, his lips poised over the pulse at my throat. "Just one little word."
I fight against it, wanting to say no. But that's only a small, petulant voice in the back of my head. The bigger part of me wants him to do terrible, nasty things to me.
His thumb skims along the sensitive skin of my hips once more, a slow, maddening drag. "Please." It was barely there. Barely more than a breath and my cheeks burn with the admission.
I didn't miss the sharp curve of his lips, the indecent flick of his fingers as they undid my pants and toyed along the edge of my panties just beneath. "Good girl," he purrs in my ear and my whole body goes molten hot.
The splay of his fingers along my sex is indecent, a hot iron to my already frayed nerves. His fingers rub along my lips, creating a light sort of friction that drives me half-mad, making it painfully clear how aroused I really am.
"Fuck," he snarls into my neck, somehow sounding furious. "You're so wet."
His touch is light at first, the pad of his middle finger exploring me. It feels like he had all the time in the world. Like he enjoyed finding out how much I loved feeling him touching me there. My breath catches, shuddering out of me as the pad of his finger circles my clit before moving to tease my entrance. My whole body shivers with the movement, my fingers clawing into the brick above my head.
Slowly - so slowly - he pushes into me, his breath harsh against the skin of my throat. How can one finger feel so good? My whole body vibrates, my toes curling as a small whimper slips from me. I'm painfully close - already stepping nearer and nearer to an orgasm that I never expected.
His tongue drags along my collarbone, teeth grazing my vulnerable skin. He pumps into me, the feel of him sliding into me indecent and mind-numbingly good. "Do you want another one, sweetheart?"
My mind spins dumbly. What-?
He presses another finger into me, pumping slowly into my heat. The slide of his fingers into me feels obscene, the muscles of my sex straining against the sudden fullness. A hot shiver rolls up my spine, my toes curling. He's doing that on purpose, I realize. Going so slowly that I have to feel every inch of my oncoming orgasm, realize every moment of pleasure is being brought on by him.
"Bastard," I moan out, trying to catch my breath around the madness, trying to slide my feet against the pleasure that's approaching.
Somehow it makes me feel it more keenly, makes my muscles clench along the thick expanse of his fingers. His thumb swirls down, gathering some of my wetness before moving back to circle my clit. The feeling of it nearly drives me over the edge.
His breath rolls over my ear, making me slip a little bit closer to the edge. "Want me to stop?"
No! The word bursts through me like a shot, one of my hands slamming down to clutch at his forearm. It makes it worse. So much worse. I can feel the tensing of his muscles as he pumps into me, the sliding movement that he's making to drive me forward. I pant, withering almost mindlessly in his grasp.
"I - Don't-" All movement stops, the sudden halt making a whine slip from me.
His teeth are blunt and brutal against the shell of my ear, his words hard. "Want me to stop?"
"No." I try not to make it sound like begging. I'm not entirely sure if I succeed. "Please, no."
His next thrust is punishing, his thumb working a bit faster at my clit. My mind spins, all thoughts going away in a rush of blinding sensation. Good - he feels so good. From the way he crowds me against the wall, to the way his fingers are moving inside of me. I can barely think beyond the roar of more, more, more, more in my veins.
"Doing so good," he rasps into my ear, his teeth nipping at my throat as he holds me close. I moan, mindlessly chasing after the blinding edge of my own release. "Just a little bit more…"
I go over the edge, nails scrambling at the wall, at his forearm, at anything. My teeth snap together over a scream, muffling it as he rides out my orgasm with me, gentling his strokes until I stop clenching around him. My body sags forward, a weightless moment blurring my vision and I chase after it, salivating at the loss of clarity for a moment. It was a feeling that I could become addicted to.
His hand slides gently from me, stepping away as I do nothing more than pant, trying to catch myself at the sudden loss of his weight behind me.
What just happened?
My heart drops, the moments washing over me again in an icy splash. Me begging him. Me moaning for him. Him wringing me for everything. Heat sears up my throat, uncontrollable as I feel all of my senses rush back with sobering clarity. Blushing, I whirl. And then freeze, watching in stunned silence as he drags his fingers to lips, his tongue lapping up the blatant evidence of my arousal. His smile is pure sin, his eyes swirling darkly to a wicked amber.
Whatever hate I was about to spew at him dies.
"If you ever need me to do that again just say the word," he murmurs, his tongue dragging along the broad expanse of his fingers. His gaze dips to where my pants are still unbuttoned, the pupils blowing until his eyes look dangerously black. Slowly, a breath slips from him like he's trying to even himself out. "Sleep tight, pet."
I don't bother replying. He's gone before I can even blink, the smell of sweet confection sugar and dough lingering after him.