by Frost, Sosie
“Doesn’t matter. You know I’m bad for you. Toxic. Dangerous.” I lowered my voice. “Tell me, little girl, how much of a risk are you willing to take?”
“I’m not afraid of a risk.”
“You’ve never made a bad move in your life.”
Honey smirked. “You have no idea. Maybe I’ve made loads of mistakes.”
“With men?”
“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”
Smartest realization she’d had all day.
“I’d be your worst mistake,” I promised.
Her voice gentled. “And I might be the best thing that’s ever happened to you.”
And as much as I hoped she’d be right, we’d be fools to take that chance.
“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret,” I said. “I’m not the kind of guy who takes you out to dinner, kisses your cheek good night, and texts in the morning to check up on you.”
She shrugged. “I’m a big girl. I don’t need a Prince Charming.”
“You might, to rescue you from a man like me.”
“Such dire warnings.”
“You have no idea the things I could do to you. What I can make you feel. How dark, twisted, and utterly ruinous a night with me could be.”
“You make it sound like I would hate it.”
She was innocent.
“Not at all.” I banished the thought from my mind. “I am addiction in the flesh. As soon as you get a taste of me, I’ll get you hooked.”
She pretended to be brave. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Have you ever gotten fucked?”
I loved how a question that brash, that vulgar, shocked a good girl like Honey Hudson. Her eyes widened, her lips parted for a quick, surprised breath. She had no idea if she should have been insulted, honest, or angry.
It’s what I liked about her. Always trying to be tough.
Honey crossed her arms. It did nothing but plump her chest even more. “Are you asking if I’m a virgin?”
“No.” Though a man could hope. “I’m asking if you’ve ever gotten properly fucked.”
“That’s a little personal, isn’t it?”
“Don’t you trust me?”
“No.”
Maybe she wasn’t so naïve after all. “Good. I’m not a man you should trust.”
And yet she was determined to prove me wrong. Her lips pressed into a pout, but she didn’t hide from the question.
“I had a boyfriend about a year ago,” she said. “But it didn’t last very long.”
“The sex with a relationship?”
She thought she hid the smirk. Failed. “Both?”
“Unfortunate.”
“We tried… Once. I think.”
“You think?”
“I didn’t have a watch on, but he didn’t last very long.” She grimaced. “In fact, I wasn’t sure what was happening before he was done. I…wasn’t impressed.”
Jealousy was a bitch. On one hand, I hated a man who had wasted his precious moments with a woman as beautiful, as seductive as Honey. However…he did me a favor.
She didn’t just have lowered expectations.
Honey had no idea what a real man could do for her.
I took her hand and pulled her close to me. The girl was brave. Her palm flattened against my chest, but she didn’t try to run. Instead, her fingertips pressed hard against the muscles beneath her hand. She liked what she felt. Couldn’t deny it.
All she had to do was say the word, and it’d all be hers.
My voice darkened. “I was right. You’ve never been good and fucked.”
“I…guess not.”
“You’ve never come on a cock.”
Even the words had her squirming. She wiggled from the hips down, as if imagining it. I regretted standing. What I wouldn’t have done to feel her straddling my waist. Shivering. Wiggling. Bouncing.
“Have you ever let anyone touch you? Kiss you?” I grabbed her hair, holding her tight to keep her attention. She groaned as I stole her kiss, hard and fast. Deep enough to drive me wild, but quick enough to make her want more. “Have you ever let a man taste you?”
The woman superheated in my arms. Her fingers dug into my shirt, clinging to me. She shook her head no. Was she afraid to even voice that desire?
It didn’t surprise me. Honey wasn’t a prude, only inexperienced. Never allowed herself to want, to give in, to surrender to the right man willing to bury himself between her legs and deliver her every pleasure she deserved.
Until now.
Until me.
Until the wrong man took her in his arms, spoke vulgar truths, and wanted nothing more than a quick and dirty fuck on the floor.
And it pissed me off.
Insulted me.
Proved everything I knew about myself.
If Honey thought it, then it must have been true. I really was just a piece of shit.
My jaw clenched tight. “You’d let me do it, wouldn’t you? You want me to do it. The bad boy. The one man you shouldn’t let close. You want to get used like a little fucking slut by a man who would break every rule to get you on your knees.”
She’d never admit it. Never voice it out loud. Certainly never ask for it.
But her little whimper told me everything I needed to know.
About her. About me. And about how much I should’ve loathed the man I became.
She didn’t want me.
She loved the thought of me.
Got off on making a mistake with the wrong sort of man with a bad reputation who lived it dangerous life.
Honey was only after a thrill. A night of decadence and depravity. One she could look back on it five, ten, fifteen years and outwardly proclaim her shame. But in reality?
I’d be the greatest fuck of her life. And she would hate how much she loved it.
Fine by me.
I hated myself more every day. Fucking a beautiful woman wouldn’t make a damned difference. At least I could taste her, lose myself inside of her, get off. Easier to ruin myself if another person joined in that destruction.
Besides, I was used all the time. Judged. Blamed for my own mistakes and the problems of everybody else. Every day I endured the insults, either by my own hand or somebody else’s words. This time it came from the most beautiful woman in the world. And if she wanted to hate herself for a few minutes, I would deliver her greatest regret with the utmost pleasure.
She didn’t expect me to grab her, to throw her in my arms and rush from the garage. It wasn’t an act of chivalry. Just a means to get the little minx out of the public eye and into my office, where I could close the door, lock out the rest of the world, and have my way with her on my desk.
I plunked her down, scattering papers and supplies. She gasped, but I loved her shock. The more surprised she got, the more she wanted me.
Honey wore a pair of skintight, mouthwatering yoga pants. Easy enough to rip, but I wasn’t the animal she thought. I grabbed the waist, yanked them down, and nearly took her off the desk as well. She reached away to steady herself, and I took the opening. I pushed her legs apart, staring at a pair of pink, innocent cotton panties. Didn’t bother removing them. Honey wanted it quick and hard? No need to strip down properly.
Instead, I pressed my thumb into her panties. The heat nearly dropped me to my knees.
Fuck. This woman wanted me.
But why?
I teased her clit, pressing hard as her hips bounced to meet my fingers. The thin cotton stuck to her folds, and I waited to see if she would come to her senses, freak out. Push me away.
But she was brave.
And wet.
I ground my hand against her pussy, absolutely entranced as she hummed with desire. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her lips pouted with a soft whimper. I didn’t deserve such beauty, but I would steal it and everything else she’d offer.
My voice broke. “You know the type of man I am. I’m no good for you. Pulled all sorts of shit. Arson. Drugs. Drinking.�
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Her hips bucked against my hand. Christ, revealing my vices actually got her off. I should’ve just read her my fucking rap sheet. She would’ve sucked my cock in seconds.
“I never treated a woman right in my life.” I warned her. She didn’t listen. “Never did anything good for anyone else.”
“…You’re doing good now.”
Her breathy whisper was all the encouragement I needed to ignore the shame.
The regret.
The pain.
“I got into fights,” I said. “I’ll show you the scars. Most I remember. Some I don’t know how I survived.”
She leaned back against the desk, but her legs fell open just a bit more. Revealing every secret, offering me any taste.
This was wrong.
A woman like Honey deserved better than me. Better than what a fucked up, degenerate man could do to her. But I was enough of an asshole to enjoy the show. It made me an unrepentant bastard, but how selfish could I be if I meant to make her feel good?
Wasn’t that the point of being selfless? To think of others?
Especially when her legs were spread, pussy dripping, and every breath begging for release.
I ripped her panties aside. Didn’t bother removing them. If she wanted it hard and rough, she could be treated that way.
I hated to do it.
I hated myself for wanting it.
And I hated even more that I wasn’t the type of man who would have delivered this woman to a five-star hotel with champagne on ice, rose petals on the bed—where she belonged. She knew it too. The only reason she bit her lip, shivered, and looked so goddamned eager as she stared down at me was because she knew how wrong this was.
But her dark, soft skin teased me with luscious petals swollen with desire. I stared at her, her slit exposed, wanting. Quivering. My mouth watered.
She didn’t even try to hide herself. With any other man, in any other time, she would’ve played it modest, innocent. But I’d never seen a pussy so wet or a girl so eager to prove herself.
What a waste of courage.
“You’ve never let anyone do this to you, have you?” My voice roughened with impatience. “Never let yourself get taken by a perfect stranger.”
“Have you?” she asked.
She knew the answer to the question, and I wasn’t about to tell her. “Would it change anything?”
“Have you ever done this was someone you actually cared about?”
An insulting question. Not that it mattered. I was a man. She was a woman. And I only had so much willpower.
The past few months I’d proven I was stronger than I thought I was, more discipline than anyone believed, and could handle any fucking problem.
But this?
This was goddamned torture.
I gripped her thighs so she wouldn’t see my shaking hands. Stared only at her perfect petals as I couldn’t bear to look her in the eyes.
Couldn’t admit exactly what I’d become.
“I should’ve fucked you the instant I saw you,” I whispered. “Should’ve take me right there on the side of the road. Pinned you down to the gravel, on your hands and knees, and fucked you like an animal in the goddamned dirt.”
And it hardened me more. My cock pulsed. Demanded that I free it and damn myself to every carnal, disgusting desire.
Fortunately, I was stronger than I’d been in a lifetime. Not just muscle and mistakes anymore.
But what better way could I prove to myself how much I had changed.
Even if no one else saw it.
“Is this what you wanted?” I flicked my finger along her wetness. “To get fucked by a stranger? Used? Filled?”
Her voice heated. A rough desperation stole the sweetness. She panted for me, exposed and confused and so utterly ready to be mounted that my every instinct demanded that I bury myself in her then and there.
“I don’t know what I want…” Honey groaned. “Don’t know why I want you.”
At least she was honest. It was all I’d ever asked of her.
When a good girl never took a risk in her life, even the worst decisions felt sexy.
And I was a damned monster for ruining myself to fulfill her fantasy.
She intended to hate me in the morning for this. She’d blame me for seducing her. Whatever. She could despise me all she wanted. As long as I got a taste of her pussy before I degraded myself again and again. Never had any pride before. Why start now?
I buried my face between her thighs and licked every drop of desire that quivered from her slit. Her moan was a perfect blend of shock and lust.
“Fuck.” My words were muffled, my mouth stuffed with her petals. “You even taste like Honey.”
The woman was perfect. From her bunny brown eyes to the dark secret between her legs. She radiated warmth, happiness, innocence. Utter perfection. Nothing I should’ve tasted, but everything that teased my dreams. I sunk deep into her folds, ravaging her with delight. She collapsed on the desk, hands in her hair, hips bucking against my face.
Probably never felt anything like my tongue. Never imagined that sort of pleasure. Didn’t even know it existed.
She offered herself to me without any idea how thoroughly I would destroy and delight her. Did she even realize how deeply I would fuck her? How completely used and taken she’d be, her legs wrapped around me, her voice hoarse from screaming my name?
The woman was innocent.
I was not.
And I hated myself for every last lick, touch, groan…
This woman didn’t actually want me. She spread her legs for me and accepted my monstrous tongue flicking over her folds, but it wasn’t because she felt a goddamned thing for me as a man, friend, anything more…
Honey wanted the worst in me.
But she had no idea I tried to give her the best.
I suckled her clit with a fierce intensity. It only made her squirm and beg for more. Her legs bucked, and I feared she’d break my nose. But that pain was worth earning. Two black eyes to please this woman? Better than any tattoo, piercing, or scar.
It didn’t take much. Couple licks of my tongue between her sensitive, slickened petals, and I had her pumped and primed. Honey hummed with excitement, so eager to experience an ounce of pleasure in her lifetime of repression that she humiliated herself, wrapping her legs around my head and burying her fingers in my hair as she groaned.
Who was I kidding?
It was the most beautiful image I’d ever seen in my life.
I pulled away only to stroke her pussy with my fingers. It was too rough, especially for an area so soft and delicate. But a shudder raged through her. I rewarded it by pressing my fingers against her slit, just a little pressure at that wanting entrance.
“If you want me that bad, you’re gonna do it yourself.”
I growled the threat. It sounded too harsh for a woman whimpering in pleasure, but at least it made her listen. She was gonna learn something about herself today…if only so she didn’t learn the truth about me.
“Fuck yourself on my finger,” I said. “Prove how much you want this. Show me how desperate you are to come for me.”
The woman trembled, beyond shame. That fact would haunt her later, when she recovered, remembered, regretted. But now? She bit her lip, eagerly nodded, and shimmied her hips just enough to test the width of my finger.
It was gonna feel big no matter what. I forced the tip inside, and her tightness convulsed around me.
Holy shit. The woman was hot.
She’d burn me alive, too eager for more of what only I could give her. She murmured my name as she moved her hips, taking my finger inch-by-inch. I sunk into her perfect heat.
I was an idiot. A woman this wet didn’t want fingers. She demanded cock.
But a man had his own desires. His own urges.
His own pride.
I sunk my finger all the way inside her, flicking my tongue against her clit as her hips rocked back and forth. She didn’t know how t
o do it. Wasn’t practiced enough to figure out how to take all of me.
So, like a gentleman, I helped her. I slammed my fingers inside of her again and again, furious and fast, too rough for a creature this innocent.
But her head fell back. So did the rest of her. She collapsed onto the desk, her legs wide.
And I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
So terrible.
The orgasm hit her hard. Head to toes, inside and out, she clenched my finger. I licked her pebble hard clit as she melted around me. The intensity stole her breath and silenced her words. Probably a blessing. She’d hate the promises she whispered and the encouragement she groaned once she realized she’d made a tremendous mistake.
The orgasm enveloped her in a broken softness. Every part of her stiffened only to crumple into a sweet, mewing slickness. I didn’t stop my hand, my finger furiously fucking a pussy so wet the sounds would inevitably embarrass her.
Honey rolled away, groaning as I stole from her more and more pleasure.
That wasn’t how I played this game. That wasn’t what she wanted.
She’d asked to come undone. To get fucked and be used.
I refused to stop until I took another orgasm from her. Then another. And another. I’d own her pussy until she collapsed in a puddle of sweat and sex, until her sweet petals swelled, her clit ached, and she would beg to be released from my arms.
Such sweet torture.
I earned every last whimper and brought her to the edge again and again just to watch as she slipped into oblivion and wept with gratitude.
A second orgasm.
A third.
The woman was insatiable. So eager to be corrupted. She stared at me, panting, her heavy-lidded eyes revealing everything she actually wanted.
An excuse to pretend she’d gone bad.
“Tidus, please,” she whispered. “Please, take me.”
My cock throbbed. The desire hurt. That need ached through me like the twist of a knife.
For some foolish, idiotic second when we first met, I’d hoped she’d be different. She hadn’t judged me. She saw through what everybody else feared.
But it wasn’t the first time I’d been hurt. Wouldn’t be the last.
I gritted my teeth. “You really want to get fucked by the bad boy, don’t you?”
Sweat glistened over her ebony skin. “Please.”
