Savage Redemption (The Caraksay Brotherhood #10)

Chapter 23

CHAPTER 23

R osie

Could I talk to Eva about something so… personal? Ever since she came into our lives ten years ago, I thought there was nothing I couldn’t talk to her about. She was there as my violin tutor, just for the summer, or so I thought. It didn’t work out quite that way. She was just wonderful. Kind, and funny, and so, so clever. I adored her from Day One.

Luckily, so did my dad.

I never thought of Eva as being a replacement mum. My mum is Louisa. Always was, always will be. My dad made sure I knew that. All those photographs, the mementos. Eva was more a big sister, my best friend. We’re close, always have been, but… this?

I don’t have the time to mull it over quietly, though. Adan is busy distracting me with his seductive kisses and exploring fingers. The buttons on my blouse give way to his insistent attention, parting to reveal the upper curves of my breasts.

I abandon my churning thoughts and give myself over to the moment. I reach for his shirt and unbutton it, then turn my attention to the buckle on his jeans.

He pauses to let me do my work, then he draws the leather through the belt loops. The slow, lazy swish of leather against denim sends shivers down my spine.

Sweet Christ, what is he doing to me?

The quirk of his lips is knowing, as though he reads my thoughts, understands my confusion. But he says nothing, just continues on his sensual journey.

His lips trail a path between my breasts, pausing to nuzzle my navel before moving lower. My own jeans present a barrier. He glances up at me, then proceeds to undo my button and lower the zip.

“Lift up,” he commands.

I comply, and he peels away the denim, my underwater as well. I was already barefoot, so that leaves me gloriously naked from the waist down.

“Roll over,” he murmurs.

“Why?” I peer at him, surprised and suddenly suspicious. “You said you wouldn’t…”

“Trust me,” he whispers.

I do. Of course I do. But…

He waits, one dark eyebrow arched.

And, I roll onto my stomach.

He smooths the tail of my loose shirt up, into the small of my back, then stops to gaze at me. “Beautiful arse, Rosie. I always thought so.”

“You never said.”

“Did I not? I used to watch you, walking about, in the kitchen, doing your work. I could barely take my eyes off you.”

“I noticed. It used to scare me, sometimes. I thought I was doing something wrong.”

“You were perfect. You still are.”

“I liked you, too, but I didn’t dare become too… too…”

“Affectionate?”

“Clingy. Dependent.”

“Cling all you like, amor . Especially when I’m inside you.” To demonstrate his point, he slides two fingers between my buttocks and finds my rear entrance. “I never fucked you here.”

“No. You didn’t.” I can’t conceal the shudder, the dark memories of the monsters who had.

“Ah.” He gently teases me with the tip of his finger. “Someone hurt you?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “A lot.”

“If I ever hurt you, when I hurt you, it will be the good sort of hurting.”

Is there any such thing? “I’m not sure I?—”

“Does this hurt?” He inserts his finger into my arse, just a bit, as far as the first knuckle.

I yelp, more in surprise than pain.

“Does it?” he persists, wiggling his fingertip for good measure.

“No,” I concede. “But it feels odd.”

“I can live with odd, for now. I don’t suppose you have any lube in here, do you?”

“I… Well…”

“You do. Well, you continue to surprise and delight me, cara . Where is it?”

“In the drawer,” I confess. “That one.” I gesture to the bedside table.

He leans over and pulls it open, to reveal my tube of lubricating gel nestling beside my rather unimaginative collection of toys. It consists of a wand vibrator and a pair of bullets.

“So, what do we have here?” He lifts the toys and the lube out and lays them beside me on the mattress. “Which is your favourite?”

“A-all of them,” I confess. “The wand is easy…”

“Right. We’ll come back to that, then. Meanwhile…” He selects one of the bullets and presses the button on the end to make it burst into life. “Excellent. Three speeds, and it pulses, too. You have good taste in kinky toys, Rosie. You probably inherited it from your father.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him I’m adopted, but I save that gem for later. Right now I have more pressing matters to concern myself with. I’m starting to imagine where that multi-purpose bullet might be going.

Sure enough, he squirts a splash of the gel onto the palm of his hand. “Nice stuff. Vanilla-scented. Sort of appropriate.”

“I just like it, that’s all.”

“Me, too. Let’s put it to good use by lubing up this pretty arse of yours.”

“Are you sure? I mean, what if?—?”

“Quite sure.” He transfers a generous helping of the lube onto his finger then positions it at my rear entrance again. “If I hurt you, you’ll tell me. Right?”

“And you’ll stop?”

“Of course.”

“I nod, ready to at least try.

“Say it, cara .”

“Yes,” I whisper. “I trust you, and I’ll try.”

He places a soft kiss my buttock, and at the same time he eases his finger forward to sink it deep in my unresisting arse.

“Oh!” I can’t help my exclamation of surprise.

“See. Not so bad, with a bit of preparation. Now, shall we have some fun?”

He shifts his body closer, nudging his knees under my thighs to lift me from the bed. He arranges my legs on either side of his waist, spreading me wide, then reloads his finger.

He slides it back into me, slowly but surely, swirling it around inside my channel, then back and forth as though to assert his dominance.

I sink into the unexpected pleasure, letting out a contented moan.

“That feels good?”

I try nodding again, but he’s having none of it. “Say it, if you would. I want to be sure.”

“It feels good,” I assure him. The understatement of the century. It feels fucking wonderful, deliciously sensual and delightfully wicked. I never knew it could be like this, had no inkling…

He eases his other hand between my thighs and finds my clit. It takes no more than a couple of strokes across the quivering tip to propel me to the brink of orgasm.

“Oh, I’m going to come,” I blurt.

His finger abandons my clit, and his other hand stills in my arse, but he doesn’t remove it.

“Take a few deep breaths and calm down.”

“I can’t,” I groan.

“Yes, you can. Breathe in, then out. And again. Tell me when you’ve got yourself under control and you’re ready to continue.”

Under control? Christ.

But, somehow, I do as he says. My throat is thick with arousal, my stomach fluttering, every nerve ending on red alert. But eventually, I think I can manage to…

“I’m okay now.”

“Sure?”

“I… I think so. But?—”

“If you feel yourself losing control again, tell me.”

“I will. But, I need to come.”

“Yes, of course. When it’s time.”

“When will that be?”

“When I say so. When we’ve played a while.”

“I’m not sure I like this game,” I mutter mutinously.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No! No.” I shake my head emphatically. “Please, don’t stop.”

He withdraws his finger from my arse and pats my buttock playfully. “Stay exactly as you are. Don’t move while I get this little toy nice and slick.” He picks up one of my bullets, the one that seems to do the fancy tricks, and smears a generous helping of lube all over it. “Now, we just need to put this where it can do some good.” He uses the fingers of his left hand to ease my buttocks apart and expose my arse. “Relax, and let it in.”

“How… how far?” I gasp as the snub nose enters me.

“All the way, cara .” He slides it full length into me. “There. Is that comfortable?”

“It feels peculiar. Sort of hard. And cold.”

“I see. And now?” He pushes his finger into me to press the button on the end of the toy. It bursts into life, vibrating rhythmically and sending pulses of delight straight to my core. The sensation is delectable. And unrelenting

It sends me straight back to the brink of ecstasy. But not. Quite. There.

Yet.

“Feeling good?” he enquires.

“Yes,” I grind out, my fingers curling like claws in the pillow.

“Okay. So now, shall we see what we can do with this?” He selects my wand vibrator and squirts lube onto the wide, rubberised globe at the end.

I know what’s coming, and I also know I’m going to fail miserably in any attempt to control myself.

“Adan, I can’t…” I wail.

“You can. It’ll be intense, but trust me.”

Trust? Yes, I can do trust.

“Okay,” I gasp.

He starts up the wand, a slow, heavy pulsing motion, then positions it close to my throbbing, expectant clit. “Get yourself under control and tell me when you’re ready.”

I repeat the deep breath trick, then, “I’m ready.”

The contact is brief but electric. My body jerks to attention and starts to soar, but almost as soon as he placed the toy against my clit he lifts it away.

“Settle down, sweetheart.’

Easy for him to say. “I need… I need to close my legs.”

“Not a chance.” He uses his knees to edge them further apart. “Shall we go again?”

“I need a second.”

“Okay. Tell me when.”

I drag in several lungsful of oxygen, then, “I’m ready.”

I expect him to do the same thing again, but he doesn’t. This time the wand rolls across my pussy lips for a few seconds, before he slides it forward to caress my clit.

“Argh Oh God,” I moan.

He stops. “Count of three, then we go again.”

“But I can’t?—”

“Two, three.” The wand is on me again, squeezing hard against my clit, while the bullet continues to tremble and throb inside me.

“Adan,” I wail. “Please, I need to?—”

My body is no longer my own. Every nerve and fibre is quivering, ready to explode at the slightest touch, If I don’t come soon — very, very soon — I might just self-combust anyway.

“Okay, amor . Come for me.”

Did he…? Did I hear right? “Sir?”

“Come for me, sweetheart. Now.”

I don’t need telling twice. I let it go, let everything go. My core contracts, my pussy convulses. My senses shatter into a thousand glittering shards, and I fly. Up, up, up, soaring, weightless, spinning on a cloud of undiluted ecstasy.

The wand is still there, the bullet still fluttering inside me. Adan’s voice is in my ears, soothing, encouraging, urging me on to better and bigger, utter bone-deep satisfaction.

The sensations subside. The quivering slowly ebbs, my senses are my own again, though every muscle seems to have turned to water. I lie motionless, gasping for precious oxygen.

The wand disappears, the low hum is silenced. Adan’s palm is on my buttock, then his finger slides back into me to hit the bullet button again and all is still. He eases from under me to lie beside me.

“Was that good for you, cara ?”

I can only nod, and he permits me to settle for that this time. We lie in silence, the only sound my laboured breathing, slowly steadying as my world finds its way back onto its axis.

“I never imagined…” I begin.

“See where trust gets you?” he mutters into my hair.

“I want to do it again.”

“Now?”

“Not quite yet, but soon.”

He chuckles. “We’ll be needing new batteries for that bullet, then. Speaking of which, lift your arse for me.”

“What? Why?” I’m curious, that’s all. My question holds none of my earlier suspicion.

“It’s done its job. It’s time for it to come out.”

“Oh.” Obviously.

He slips two fingers into me to grip the helpful little loop on the end of the toy and pulls it out. “It can be your job to clean our toys. Okay?”

“I’ll do it later,” I mutter.

“Good. Because I have other plans for you right now.”

“Plans?”

“I need to fuck you. Hard, fast, and very thoroughly.”

“Sounds wonderful.” I turn my head to regard him. “What are you waiting for?”