Til Debt Do Us Part (Married At Midnight #4)

Chapter 2

Two

Talia

B urn’s face is bathed in the devilish red glow of the stop light.

He could be the devil. I’d believe it.

I suspect he’s not a nice guy.

The fact that I’m even riding in his fancy ass car is not because I like him — not as a person, I mean. On paper, he’s probably a catch, of course.

Tall.

Dark.

Handsome.

Probably born into a good family.

Filthy fucking rich.

As evidenced by this insane car we’re riding in. As soon as I comment on it, he’s frothing at the mouth to brag about it.

“It’s a Maserati, obviously.”

Obviously. I suppress the urge to roll my eyes.

“A Cielo MC20. They’re only making fourteen hundred a year. And they’re not even out yet. I pulled some strings and got mine before they were officially released. It cost twice as much to make that happen, but whatever. It’s only money,” he smirks, so full of himself.

If he was anyone else, such blatant arrogance dripping from his tongue might make him less attractive, but when one is born with classical sex-god genes like Burn’s, there isn’t much he can do to turn them off.

He probably wouldn’t even think to try to be humble, because only a nice guy would do that, out of consideration for people less wealthy.

But like I said, I’m not here because Burn’s nice.

I’m here because Burn intrigued me with his offer. And I said yes, without thinking. Because at the moment, the idea of being in the company of someone so completely opposite of what I was used to was extremely appealing to me.

When the light flashes to green, the Maserati shoots forward so quickly it slams me back into my seat.

Burn’s about as foreign as I can get with his obscene display of wealth and good looks. And, I’d be lying if I said that sitting in this car while he speeds down the road isn’t thrilling as fuck. It’s fucking undeniably sexy, is what it really is.

And sexy is the one thing I need more of in my life.

Being a virgin at this age is getting real old, real fast. In fact, it had been real old for a really long time, which is why Olivia dragged me to that club in the first place.

I was done. Put a fucking fork in me.

Well, maybe not a fork…

To say I’m ready to discard my virginity in a fiery ritual of self-sacrifice and a long-overdue farewell celebration is an understatement.

My eyes linger on Burn’s face, the amber glow of the street lights flashing over his chiseled features as he speeds past them. Even though I know hardly anything at all about this man — other than he’s obscenely wealthy and is so handsome he could have been on the cover of GQ — I consider him a strong possible candidate for getting the job done.

I’d considered many candidates before but I’ve never quite found the right situation.

Now, I’d been waiting for so long I’ve almost forgotten why I’m waiting or what I’m looking for in the first place.

Sure, in the beginning, I had those girlish fantasies of Prince Charming sweeping me off my feet and expertly taking me in a breathy romantic dream under a fucking blossoming magnolia tree or some equally fragrant floral situation, followed by an enthusiastically recited promise of everlasting love and devotion by my new mate.

But I’m a grown ass woman now — and I know the best I can really hope for is a good fucking story to tell when I’m an old woman, sipping tea on my wrap-around porch, with a bunch of my also ancient girlfriends, as we try to out-do each other with stories about our lives.

I figure a hot rich dude in a limited edition Maserati might just make a good enough story.

Burn catches me watching him, the corners of his mouth tugging up into a crooked grin that damn near makes me swoon. That’s a good start, I figure. I reach over and let my hand rest on his thigh, watching his face for any sign of disapproval.

He doesn’t flinch. He just deepens the smirk, like this happens to him all the time.

I leave my hand there and he shifts gears, revving the engine as he picks up the pace and we race out of town.

We’d left the club without discussing our next destination. I hadn’t even told Olivia where I was going, which was completely irresponsible, but I’d make it up to her later.

As Burn merges onto the freeway heading to the outskirts of town, the realization that I have absolutely no idea where we’re headed hits me.

If I was being reasonable, I’d be worried.

Hell, I’d at least ask a few questions.

But I’m not reasonable right now — and going off into the night with a stranger like Burn without knowing a damned thing about him — that wasn’t reasonable either.

Instead, I sink back into the butter soft seat and let my hand slide further up his thigh, hoping I’m being brazen enough for him to get the message. When he reaches over and slides his hand up my thigh in one swift, confident movement, a slow smile stretches across my face as I slowly spread my legs, allowing him as much as access as he dares.

And dare he does.

When he sees my knees part, his mouth opens just a little and he slides his warm palm along my inner thigh, his wealthy man’s hands as soft as velvet from probably never having seen a rough day of work in his life.

But his warm soft skin on my tender flesh is a welcome sensation and I lean back in my seat, jutting my hips out just barely, just enough to let him know I want him to keep going.

But he doesn’t.

Instead — he removes his hand, leaving a shock of a cold in the absence of his palm.

He reaches his hand forward to the dash, hitting a button that changes everything around us. The entire car begins to shift — the middle of the roof seems to magically cut itself in half, the small trunk of the car opening at the same time, and the entire roof disappearing into it in about six and a half seconds of unexpected wizardry — and then we’re racing down the freeway topless, the wind whipping at our hair, the cold air hitting our faces in an exhilarating change from the sultry slide of Burn’s warm hand up my thigh just seconds earlier.

If it wasn’t for the thrill of it all, I might have been disappointed.

Instead, I’m on fire for him now. I push away the tendency to reject the cliché of the filthy rich sexy guy showing off his car and my panties melting off me in response, and just go with it.

Fuck it, I tell myself. You only live once.

And I’m ready to fucking live. The entire time, my hand stays right where it is, firmly and intentionally planted on Burn’s mid-to-upper thigh in my uncharacteristically brazen attempt at letting him know I was interested. But now, I graduate from interested to a firm ‘down-to-fuck’.

I lift my hand and put it right on his cock, the warmth of my hand quickly warming the thick fabric confining it.

To my pleasant surprise, he’s firmly hard. When it throbs and twitches under my hand, my breath catches in my throat.

Burn slyly looks over at me, his dark eyes crashing into mine.

He lifts a brow, and I take it as a dare. My fingers wrap around his shaft, gripping him as tightly as I can through his pants, his heat seeping through the fabric to mingle with the heat of my palm.

“I knew it,” he scoffs, raking his gaze over my lips and landing on my tits before sliding back up to my eyes, filled with scorching hot confidence.

“You knew what?” I ask, my voice laced with a boldness I don’t recognize. I squeeze again and he closes his eyes, slowly shaking his head. He turns his eyes back to the road for the briefest instant before looking back at me. His hand lands on my thigh again, sliding up as he smiles at me.

His smile isn’t happy, though. It isn’t joyous. It isn’t light and sexy.

It’s fucking dark as night. It’s knowing . Like he recognizes something inside of myself that I’ve never known was there. Until now.

“You’re fucking hot, Talia. I can tell you aren’t fucking around, and I like that.”

His words fuel my fire. He isn’t perfect. He isn’t kind. He probably won’t be gentle.

He definitely isn’t someone I’m going to introduce to my family.

But he’s perfect for what I need him for.

One night. One act.

“You’re right,” I close the short distance between us, whispering hotly in his ear, “I’m not fucking around. Is there somewhere we can go?”

His eyes widen slightly as his cock twitches under my fingers.

“My penthouse,” he nods.

“No. Outside. In your car.”

His head snaps over to look at me, his eyes dilating in surprise. “It’s like that, is it?”

“Yeah,” I hiss, squeezing his cock again as my lips land on his neck. He draws in a gasp as my tongue darts out, tasting his skin. “It’s like that.”

“I know a place,” he growls, reaching over and cupping my pussy. A gasp escapes my lips as his thumb slips into the side of my panties, scraping over my clit quickly.

“Damn, woman,” he says, reluctantly pulling his hand away. “I need to drive. You’re so fucking distracting.”

I can’t help but smile at his words. “Is it far away?”

“Talia baby, in this car, nothing is far away,” he quips, hitting the gas again hard, the force of the car’s speed pushing me further back into my seat again. I can’t help but laugh with glee at the sense of danger that rushes through my veins.

Being in this car with Burn is like being on the scariest roller coaster in the amusement park. I know the hard part is coming up but it’s the anticipation of it all that’s getting me so worked up. I squeeze his cock again, pulsing with excitement as I imagine how it might feel inside of me.

Within minutes, Burn has exited the freeway and turned off onto a rural road with a few farmhouses scattered in the distance. Seconds later, he turns onto a dirt road, the fat tires of his car throwing up dust behind us.

“My family owns this land,” he says. “Nobody uses it.”

The dirt road winds through a patch of trees, then opens up to reveal a big red farmhouse that sits in the middle of a huge meadow. The golden glow of the moon bathes the entire scene in an eerie light that leaves me breathless. When Burn pulls up next to it and turns off the engine, the silence washes over us like a wave.

“There’s nobody here?” I ask, taking it all in.

It’s fucking perfect.

Burn. The moon. The farmhouse. This fucking car.

That cock…

“Just us,” he says, turning to me with a slow smile, his eyes slowly drinking me in.

“It’s perfect,” I say.

“Perfect for what, Talia?”

The fire inside of me blazes, sending flames of desire tearing through me with the solid knowledge that my moment has finally fucking come. I’m so ready to get it over with that I have to remind myself to slow down.

Burn’s full of confidence. But he has no idea what I’ve kept leashed all these years. He has no idea what is about to explode out of my body, like a juiced up racehorse just waiting for her chance to sprint out of the gate at long last.

“For this,” I hiss.

In a flash, I’m straddling him, the steering wheel digging into my back and the gearshift fighting for space with my knee. For a split second, I think it might be impossible in such a confined space, but I’m determined and there is nothing that is going to keep me from accomplishing my goal tonight.

Our mouths crash together, our lips and tongues colliding with hungry passion. His cock presses up into my pussy, hot and throbbing and hard.

Maybe I should tell him I’ve never done it before.

Maybe I should stop to ask if he’s okay with being my first.

Maybe I should wait for Prince Charming’s safe fairytale dick.

But I don’t do anything like that.

I kiss him like a hungry harlot, embracing my inner bad bitch, and take him like I know I’ll remember every detail for the rest of my life and I want to be proud of myself.

My hips roll, my pussy grinding against his hardness, as I kiss him deeply as my dress rides up over my hips. His hands grab my tits, pinching my nipples hard through my pink dress. But I want those hands on my skin, so I break my lips away from his, and grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, revealing my bare breasts to his waiting lips.

“Fuck,” he growls, his eyes dilating as he takes me in.

He captures my nipple with his mouth eagerly, groaning as I sink my fingers in his hair, arching my back as I revel in the feel of his wet mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan, rolling my hips again, grinding my pussy hard into his throbbing heat.

He pulls his lips from my nipples and stares up at me with his black as night eyes.

“Goddammit, you’re fucking hot, Talia, you sexy bitch!” He grabs a handful of my hair at the nap of my neck, pulling it back as his lips land on my neck, sucking hard and nibbling, my flesh stinging under his heat. “I’m going to fuck you so damned hard.”

His words leave my thighs shuddering, my pussy spasming with anticipation against his hardness. He twitches and bucks his hips up toward me impatiently.

“I can’t fucking wait,” he growls, his eyes peering into mine — savage and demanding. He reaches down between us, his hands delving into my panties as he slides his fingertip over my clit again, then slides down to feel the slickness of my desire. He groans, shaking his head. “Christ, you’re fucking wet.”

Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he holds my gaze as he tastes me.

“Fucking delicious,” he says, shaking his head. “Are you going to let me fuck you, Talia?”

Speechless, I nod slowly.

“Good girl,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my clit. “I have an idea, though.”

He reaches behind me and hits another button on the dash and the car doors swoosh skyward. I’m still straddling him, and he grabs my hips, his long, thick fingers digging into my flesh as he carries me out of the car and sits me down on the hood. I smile up at him as he puts his hand on my chest, and gently pushes me back until I’m lying down, the curve of the car mimicking the arch of my back.

Burn stands between my thighs and begins undressing under the moonlight, slowly removing his clothes in a clear effort to tease me.

It works.

When he pulls his black t-shirt over his head, exposing the ripped muscles that stretch under his skin, my mouth waters. When he reaches down to unbutton his jeans and step out of them, I can’t tear my eyes away. And when his massive cock twitches and throbs freely between his legs as he stands up, I begin to question every moment that’s led up to this.

He’s huge. Long and thick and so raw and ready that I have the sudden urge to flee.

My eyes dart behind Burn, wondering how far I’ll have to run to get home.

Before I can sit up, Burn sinks to his knees in front of me, his fingers grabbing my panties and sliding them down my thighs quickly, before delving down, his mouth landing squarely on my pussy, his lips engulfing my clit with his hot wet mouth. I gasp in surprise, my voice carrying up into the trees.

He moans with pleasure and I lean back, all thoughts of escape completely gone.

His mouth sucks and nibbles at my clit, leaving me writhing in pleasure beneath him. His own moans seem to add to the intensity, knowing he’s enjoying what he’s doing turns me on even more. I open my thighs, welcoming him in as he pulls every ounce of pleasure out of my body.

“Burn, fuck,” I moan, my fingers sinking into his hair, my hips grinding up into his mouth. He sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers diving into my pussy and leaving me shuddering as the pressure builds to a raging force.

Just before I explode, he eases away and murmurs in my ear. “God, I need to be inside you. Right fucking now.”

He leans down, his lips crashing into mine again.

And then, he does what I’ve been waiting for for way too long.

He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t go slow.

He doesn’t hesitate for a fucking second.

He knows I’m ready.

Before I can even take another breath, he slides the head of his cock inside of me.

When he stops, he looks up at me quizzically, his dark eyes cutting right through me.

“Talia?”

“Do it. Fucking do it. Please, Burn, fuck me.”

Slowly, he shakes his head. For a hot second, I think he might refuse.

“Unfuckingbelievable, Talia,” he mutters, before pushing his hips forward.

My eyes widen with surprise at the pain and I yelp.

He leans down, kissing me again, his mouth swallowing up my whimper, his tongue twirling hotly with mine.

He wraps his arm around my waist, holding me tightly, and thrusts forward, breaking through completely and sliding into me entirely.

I cry out but he only kisses me harder, his mouth grinding into mine as he holds me in place, the scorching heat of the pain seeming to rip through my body.

He growls, his hot throbbing cock twitching against the walls of my pussy.

He breaks the kiss and stares down at me with a storm of desire swirling in his eyes.

“Shh, you got this,” he whispered, shifting his hips. “Just relax.”

I nod, taking a deep breath. And then another. When he senses me relaxing, he begins to slowly move again.

The burn of the pain envelopes me with a hot, stinging heat that I’m sure will take every ounce of consciousness from my body, but just as I think I’m about to crash over the edge, Burn reaches down and begins to gently, but firmly, massage my clit.

“Ah!” I cry out.

“There you go, good girl,” he growls. The combined assault of his cock inside of me for the first time, the burning of the sudden stretching and fullness, the intense shocks of pleasure and pain rocking through me from his touch, send my body exploding in hot waves of intensity that leaves me shuddering in his lap.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight, Talia,” he growls. “I had no idea you’d feel this good! Just relax, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

He grunts, carefully watching me, his dark eyes seeming to clock my every movement as he expertly rubs my clit.

“You like that don’t you, you little slut? You like getting fucked like this? Your little clit is so swollen, look at you,” he sneers.

“God, yes,” I say, my pussy opening up, the burning subsiding and being replaced with the most exquisite cocktail of pain and pleasure that I’ve ever felt. My hips begin moving on their own now, rolling up and down his cock, exploring every angle of this new deliciousness.

“Look at you, baby, your pussy loves my cock, that’s it, ride me, Talia, fuck me,” he grunts, pushing up inside of me as he stands still, watching me writhe on the hood of his car. “You’re so fucking hot, Talia.”

He lifts his hand from my hip and reaches up towards my neck, his fingers gently closing around it, his thumb pressing down on my pulse. His eyes flash with the darkest desire, that evil smirk that hooked me in the beginning stretching across his face.

I know he’s dangerous.

I know he can wreck me in a second.

But somehow, that makes me want him more.

I want his hand on my neck. I want his cock slamming into me with wild abandonment. I want the recklessness of fucking this near-stranger in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but the moon to witness whatever he decides to do to me.

He could do anything at all.

And that’s what thrilled me most of all.

Fuck the pain.

I reach up, putting my hand over his as he tightens his grip on my neck. My eyes meet his and I smile back into his darkness, meeting it with my own, as I slowly but steadily pick up the pace of my hips, fucking him harder and faster, slamming up into his cock.

Recklessly.

Dangerously.

Addictively.

His breath catches just as I feel his cock swell inside me.

“Talia,” he warns, his gaze hot and intense. “Your fucking pussy is sending me over the goddamned edge.”

I meet his gaze boldly, lifting my chin, his fingers still wrapped around my neck.

“Come,” I say. “Come inside me, Burn. Fill up my pussy, do it,” I demand.

“You little slut,” he says, releasing my neck and grabbing my hair again, pulling it back and claiming my mouth once more as he takes over now, fucking into me harder, our hips flailing against each other as our bodies search out the release we both so desperately need. His mouth breaks away again as he grabs my hands now, holding them over my head as he pins me down on the hood with his body. He slams into me — harder and faster and deeper, with an urgency that seems to possess his entire body.

Just before I climax, he stiffens and grits his teeth.

With a roaring growl, he throws his head back, his cock swelling hotly inside of me, the first splashes of his thick release hitting my walls. Burn cries out in ecstasy, the sound echoing up through the trees in a ribbon of musical pleasure.

I’m left unfulfilled, but I’m too nervous to say anything else as we both suck in harsh breaths of the late night air.