Wilde (Bad Boys of Wildeside) Page 4
What I didn’t expect was the way he completely shut down. His face grew cold as he sat back, putting space between us. “I wouldn’t expect you to be that selfish.”
There was an odd note in his voice. Something that told me this was personal territory. “You knew someone that committed suicide?”
He glanced away. I hadn’t expected him to answer. Wilde never talked about anything personal. Even after all these years of living with him, I had no idea if he even had any living family. I’d certainly never met them.
“Do you think that’s what Mom did?” I asked, voicing my fear. Had she been depressed and I hadn’t notice?
He didn’t immediately brush my concern away. Instead he thought it over. Finally, he shook his head. “No, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Because why would she commit suicide when she had a roof over her head, funds at her disposal, and the freedom to do as she liked? Why not do it at her lowest point, when the two of you were living on the streets, struggling to survive?”
That made sense.
I gathered my courage. “Why did you marry her, Wilde?”
His gray eyes scrutinized me. I fought the urge to straighten my pajamas and tidy my hair. I’d retreated to my room as soon as we returned to the house after the funeral, putting on my comfiest pajamas, and drawing my hair up into a ponytail.
“You look so young like that. Like you did when I first met you.”
“Only I was about twenty pounds lighter and filthy.”
“You were filthy all right; I thought I was going to have to wash your mouth out with soap and water.”
“You wouldn’t have!”
His lips twitched. He would have. There is very little Wilde wouldn’t dare do.
“Asshole,” I told him without heat.
“You’re still too thin,” he commented.
“Am not!” I stared down at myself. “My weight is very average.” Much like the rest of me.
He shook his head. “You haven’t eaten properly these last few days. You can’t afford to lose any weight. I want you to come downstairs and eat something.”
“I’m not hungry.” I resented that he wouldn’t tell me why he’d married my mom.
“That wasn’t a request, Cassie. You’re going to come downstairs and eat something. Then you’re going to take a bath and go to bed. You haven’t been sleeping.”
“So you’re saying I look like shit?”
“Yes.”
Ouch.
“I just want to be left alone.”
“Tough.”
Standing, he reached down and picked me up off the bed. Suddenly I was lying face down over his shoulder, staring at his delectable ass.
“Damn it, Wilde. Put me down.” I whacked him on the back and got a resounding slap on my ass for my troubles.
“Ow, stop it. We’re not doing that.”
“Not doing what?” he asked calmly as he moved out of the bedroom and down the stairs.
“Spanking. You’re not spanking me. Never again.”
“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t like it?” He moved into the kitchen and placed me gently on the kitchen bench. “Because you know what happens to naughty girls who lie, don’t you?”
My breath came in hard pants. My nipples hardened, begging to be touched.
“Are you lying, Cassie?”
“No.” Yes.
“I think you are. Only one way to find out isn’t there?” He stripped off my stained pajama top. My nipples hardened even more. Leaning in, he licked first one then the other. Then grabbing my right nipple with his fingers, he twisted it.
The pain immediately brought tears to my eyes. His mouth surrounded the abused nipple, soothing it. I groaned as sparks of pleasure ignited in my blood. He twisted my other nipple and I let out a small whimper.
“Do you like a touch of pain?” he murmured.
I shook my head.
“Just racking up the punishments, aren’t you, baby?”
I nearly sobbed as he soothed my nipple. I was in way over my head, drowning.
I was in so much trouble. Because Wilde was like a storm. Flashes of lightning, dark, rolling thunder, followed by periods of calm. He could be selfish. Unpredictable. Wild.
“I thought you didn’t want me. After the other night.”
“I shouldn’t want you. You’re too much of an innocent. Too naïve for a man like me. I’ll break you.”
“You won’t. I can take everything you’ve got.” No, no I couldn’t.
“I was going to stay away from you. I told myself to leave you alone. But it seems I just can’t do it.”
“So it wasn’t just a one-night stand?” I asked.
“I don’t know what this is. But one night isn’t enough. You can tell me no and I will always respect that, but otherwise you’re mine until we work this out of our systems.”
I didn’t ask what would happen if I couldn’t work it out of my system. I knew better than that. This might not be a one-night stand, but it wasn’t going to be happily ever after either.
“I’m not saying no.”
“Brave girl. I’ll be as kind as I know how to be.”
Kindness wasn’t a word most associated with Wilde, with good reason. But when he said something he meant it.
“Lift your ass.” He drew down my pajama bottoms. I wasn’t wearing panties. “These are going into the garbage.”
“No, they aren’t. They’re my favorite.”
He gave my PJs a disdainful glance. “Yes, they are.”
“You’re not the boss of me, Wilde.”
“Oh, yes, I am.”
Arrogant bastard.
Wilde
I was concerned about her, which pissed me off. I hated worrying about anyone. It meant I cared. I’d tried to stay away from her. I’d tried to distract myself. In the end, I couldn’t ignore the urge to be close to her.
If I couldn’t stay away from her then I would have to try to take care of her. To ensure I didn’t break her.
I laid her back on the bench and spread her legs. Pulling her closer, so her hips were near the edge, I drew her legs up and placed her feet on the bench. Her bright green eyes stared up at me, full of trust. It was misplaced, but asshole that I was, I’d take her trust and I’d use it for my own gain. For my own pleasure—and for hers as well.
Her dark, curly hair surrounded her face. I studied her closely. Lack of sleep and food had given her a pale, waiflike appearance I didn’t like.
Before Cassie and Francis moved in, I’d never taken care of another person. Not that I’d done a great job taking care of either of them. Francis, I hadn’t cared about and I hadn’t wanted to get too close to Cassie, although she had a way of pulling you in. I think it was those eyes, so large and innocent.
“Stay just like that. Do you want me to stop?” I gave her one more chance. I would stop now if she asked me. I wasn’t a complete bastard. Not yet, anyway.
“No. God help me.”
God had very little to do with what was between us. God had forsaken me a long time ago.
I ran my hands up her smooth thighs then down towards her sweet pussy. I brushed my fingertip over the top of her mound, which she’d obviously shaved.
“We need to get you waxed.”
She raised her head to scowl at me. “You complaining about the way I shave?”
My lips twitched. “Would I dare?”
“Yes. You’d dare anything, you cocky bastard.”
I slapped my hand down on the side of her ass, delighting in the way she caught her breath.
“Let’s just see if you were lying before, shall we?” I dipped my head down, spreading her lower lips with my fingers. Her folds glistened with dew, proving her a liar.
But that wasn’t enough for me. I took a long, lingering lick. She gasped and raised her hips. I gave her ass another tap. “Stay still or I’ll flip you over and take a wooden spoon to this delicious butt.”
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�You wouldn’t.” She sounded outraged, but her pussy told a different story. It was soft, plump, and very wet.
I stood up and just stared at her until she slumped back. “Of course you would. I forgot who I was talking to.”
“Never a good idea, baby. Now stay very still, Daddy’s hungry.”
“I can’t believe you just said that. Oh, fuck.”
I circled her entrance with my tongue then slid it deep inside her, in and out. I fucked her with my tongue. Her juices coated my mouth, my chin. Whimpers of need filled the room, and I fought for control. There were so many things I wanted to do to her; I had to pace myself.
Drawing back, I grinned at her groan of frustration. If I had to wait, then so did she. But, taking some pity on her, I licked her folds slowly, working my way upwards. Lightly, I flicked her clit.
“Please, Wilde. Please. I can’t hold still.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I need to come.”
“No coming. Not without permission.”
She raised her head. If looks could kill, I’d be dead. “That’s barbaric.”
“That’s your reality, baby. And it’s only going to get worse.” I stepped back, almost laughing as she moaned long and loud. When was the last time I had actually enjoyed sex this much? For a long time, all sex had meant to me was fulfilling a physical need.
This was more, and another reason to stay away from her.
Too bad I didn’t want to listen.
“Wilde? Everything okay?”
“Fine,” I snapped, my tone harsher than I’d intended. Her eyes flared, a hint of hurt filling them. I took a deep breath then let it out. It wasn’t her fault I felt more for her than I’d ever intended.
I couldn’t walk away from her. So what was left? A relationship?
I didn’t do those. I was so screwed.
“Wilde? Do you want me to get up?”
“No. Stay where you are.” I stared down into those green eyes. They weren’t jaded. She’d lived a hard life, but it hadn’t worn her down. Unlike me, she didn’t view everything and everyone with a cynical eye. She didn’t believe that everyone would disappoint her.
“Do you masturbate, Cassie?” I asked, moving to the pantry.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just asked that.” She placed her arm over her eyes.
I returned, setting the bottle of olive oil I’d retrieved down on the bench. Reaching out, I gently pulled her arm away. “Answer me.”
“I’m dying of embarrassment here.”
I waited her out.
“Do you always have to get your way?”
I raised an eyebrow. “How long have you known me?”
“Meaning yes, you always get your way. Yes, I masturbate.”
I poured some oil onto my fingers. “Do you ever touch your ass?”
“My ass? What?” She opened her eyes and stared at me wide-eyed. “No. And neither will you.”
I smiled. “It’s cute that you think you get a say.”
“Oh hell. Oh hell.”
If she truly didn’t enjoy this, then I wouldn’t touch her there again. But she would try it. And I guessed she would love it. Cassie was extremely responsive.
“Hold your legs back against your chest. Good girl.” Immediately, she relaxed. Liked to be told she was a good girl, did she? It made sense. Cassie was starved for attention. Her mother certainly never showed her any.
I circled her asshole with my finger then slid it slowly inside her. I placed my other hand on her pelvis and flicked her clit with my thumb.
Her cheeks flushed, and a light sweat broke out on her skin.
“Do you like this? No lying or I really will punish you. For real, this time, not like the little love taps you got the other day.”
“Those were love taps?” Her voice had a higher pitch.
“Yes.”
She was quiet as I pulled my finger out then thrust it back inside her. I moved a finger down to the entrance of her pussy and pushed it deep inside her. Moving them in tandem, I fucked her pussy and ass as she moaned quietly.
“Cassie?” I was growing impatient.
“Yes. Yes, you bastard, I like it.”
“Good.” I moved my hands away.
Cassie
Asshole. Jerk. Bastard.
I didn’t say that out loud, of course. I wasn’t an idiot. Wilde moved to the sink and washed his hands before grabbing a glass. Seriously, he wanted a drink of water right now? I was dying here.
But instead of running the water, he opened the freezer door. What was he doing?
There was a clinking then he shut the door and returned to me, the glass filled with ice. Huh?
“How about we cool things down a bit, hmm?” There was a wicked glint in his eyes. Exactly what did he intend to do with them?
“Lower your feet back onto the bench. That’s it, nice and wide.” He ran the ice around my nipple, and I gasped. The shock of it had me arching my back even as pleasure swamped my body. He then ran it over my skin, leaving a trail of water which he lapped at with his tongue. He swirled the cube around my other nipple.
Shit. Who knew an ice cube could be so damn erotic? Wilde drew it down my stomach, still following behind with his tongue. Then he reached my pussy. He wouldn’t, would he?
I screamed in shock as he pressed the frozen block against my overheated clit. “Jesus, Wilde.”
He chuckled. Damn him. How would he like to have ice pressed against his cock? Not much, I’d say. He pushed it lower as he sucked on my clit. The shock of cold to hot made my head spin. I was so desperate to come; I was close to begging.
Suddenly, he slipped the ice cube into my pussy.
“Wilde!”
“Hmm, that one was nearly totally melted. I’ll get another.” Grabbing another one, he pushed it deep inside me. I moaned at the sensation of something so cold against my overheated nerve endings. Then he grabbed another, holding it up. “Guess where this is going?”
He wouldn’t.
“Um, in my mouth?”
“Nice try, but no.” He parted my ass cheeks and pushed it in deep. It was dirty, crazy, and so fucking arousing I nearly came on the spot.
Wilde teased my clit with his tongue as the ice cubes melted inside my body. My head thrashed back and forth, my breath coming in harsh pants. How was I supposed to stop myself from coming? I tried to think about something else, anything else, but when he touched me I lost all ability to think. All I could do was feel.
“Please, Wilde. Please.”
“Come for me, baby. Come nice and hard. I want to hear you scream.”
That wouldn’t be a problem. He moved his tongue back to my clit, playing, licking, teasing me with light butterfly touches. Reaching up, he twisted both of my nipples. The pain was a shock. A wave of heat soon followed as he rubbed my sore nipples with his thumbs. I couldn’t hold back. The orgasm slammed into me, stealing my breath for a few precious moments. I sat on the precipice then crashed over the edge with a scream that filled the house.
“I knew there was a reason I don’t like neighbors,” he murmured as I spun slowly back to Earth.
Pulling my hips even closer to the edge, he rubbed his cock against my wet folds. Funny, I hadn’t even noticed him taking his clothes off; I’d been stuck in my own little world of bliss. I studied him, running my eyes over his shoulders, down his muscular chest to the six-pack that rolled down his stomach. I longed to touch him, to run my tongue over him.
He entered me slowly. Too slowly. It was almost torture.
“Wilde,” I complained.
“You’re still tight. I’m trying to go slowly this time.”
Slow? If he went any slower, he’d be going backward. Finally, he seated himself deep inside me, and I filled my lungs, letting the breath out bit by bit. He stretched me to the point of pain. But my body enjoyed that small bite.
Turns out I had a lot to learn about my own body.
“Were you sore after last time?”
“A little.”
“I should have taken better care of you after.”
He’d been too busy pushing me away. But I didn’t want to ruin the mood by mentioning how our last encounter had ended. “Somehow I don’t think you’re the aftercare type.”
He raised both eyebrows. “And just what do you know about aftercare, little virgin?”
I resisted the urge to poke my tongue out at him. “I’m not a virgin anymore and I read.”
“Hmm, I think I’ll need to look at these books.”
“You’re not my father. If we were father and daughter, we wouldn’t be fucking doing this!”
As we spoke, he fucked me, faster and faster. His breath came in harsh pants. My arousal grew. He flicked my clit with his thumb, and I nearly protested. My clit felt too raw. I couldn’t come again, could I?
Either I said that out loud, or he could read my mind because he gave me a determined look and flicked my clit faster. “You will come again.”
“I can’t,” I wailed.
“You will, because I say you will.”
“Damn it, Wilde, it’s not healthy to always get your own way.”
“I think it’s very healthy—for those around me. Stops me from killing them.”
“You’re a psycho.”
“Guilty as charged, baby girl. Now I’m close, and you’re gonna come. Now!” He roared out the command, and I felt him come inside me. He hadn’t used a condom—again. My concern over the lack of protection soon fled as I came so hard and fast I nearly cried.
Jesus. Jesus. The things that man did to me.
I didn’t think I would ever be the same again.
Ten minutes later, I sat and watched him prepare scrambled eggs and toast. I hadn’t realized he knew how to cook. In fact, I couldn’t recall him ever doing anything in the kitchen other than making coffee.
“I’m shocked you even know where the plates are,” I said dryly.
He raised his head, giving me a dour look. “I know everything.”
“Yeah? Why is the sky blue?”
“Because of the way the Earth’s atmosphere scatters light. Blue is scattered more than other colors because it travels as shorter, smaller waves.”