Forbidden Creatures

Chpt 8. Nickalyia Riverson (Skinner)

It felt good doing that, he was totally taken aback, however i love the fact that responded so quickly. Ever since that eventful day, I've been craving him - his touch, his smile, his cock. I decided to avoid him because i thought i had finally got him out of my system, how foolish was i to think that; it felt like I was going through withdrawal, my restless nights were spent at the shooting range and gym. Oliver, being my best mate, laughed when i told him - i gave him a black eye afterwards. I had jobs to do and i didn't need any distractions or having my enemies finding a weak link. I had surveillance on him though, lurking in the shadows. I had waited for his folks to leave before making my presence known, i didn't want to raise any suspension or receive any judgmental looks.

I felt myself being lifted up, he nipped my neck whilst squeezing my ass with his left hand - the right hand locked the door. He had a nice place, the aura was homey and serene however it was a mansion nonetheless. I didn't realize that he had led us in a room, am guessing a guest room - i needed to regain control. I ran my tongue on the side of his neck and grind myself on him, i received a grunt of approval and like the last time, my pussy got wet. I somehow regained control, now i was straddling him. I took off my clothes whilst not breaking eye contact with this Greek God look alike, his eyes held that same pure raw hunger and desire and another emotion i couldn't decipher, i took off his khaki shorts and boxers and there his cock - his delicious cock sprang free. It was throbbing in my hand and i love how raspy his grunts were, without breaking eye contact; i licked his tip - his pre cum tasted delightful, like a deranged animal, i put his cock in my mouth. The sound of his husky breath made my pussy clench, my mouth began adjusting to his size and i began sucking - he spoke in 3 different languages all at once and that motivated me to suck harder and deeper whilst squeezing his balls. Twirling my tongue around his tip and gave his cock one last deep suck, he exploded in my mouth - not a drop leaked.

By the time he barely steadied his breathing, i plunged my pussy on his cock - i winced, remembering i was not accustomed to his size. Short and fast bounces on his cock, we both moaned and I felt his hands on my breasts; squeezing them and tugging my nipples harshly, i loved the roughness; i began riding his cock faster whilst bouncing. I've never experienced anything like this and it beguiled me drastically. Having a strong urge to kiss him, i bent down and attacked his lips. There was an unknown chemistry behind the kiss filled with raw passion,and possessiveness - on both sides, it was as if we were trying to tell our minds what our bodies already knew.

"Mí amor!! "

With that, he orgasmed and i followed suit, convulsing around his cock, milking him. He kissed me again and pulled me to him, he pulled out and again, i wince. I should leave, not cuddle with this sex beast but my body wouldn't allow it, i felt completely relaxed and i felt at ease. The last thing i heard him say before drifting to sleep was,

" Sleep mí amor"

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I woke up feeling refreshed and satisfied, all thanks to this man snuggled up behind me. He looked peaceful and beautiful however his python grip on my waist, while nice was also annoying because i wanted to move. I needed to leave before he woke up but it seemed God had other ideas,

"Green eyes, where do you think you're going? "

His husky voice made me swoon

" Am going to leave"

His brows furrowed but he still looked really cute

"Don't, please"

I couldn't leave, not when he sounded like that

"Okay, i won't"

It came out as a whisper but he heard and he smiled softly.

"Am i allowed to make breakfast? "

He grinned that boyish grin that i adore.

" Of course mí amor"

He released me and i winced when i stood, I'm extremely sore from last night but i didn't care. I got on my panty and his shirt.

"What would you like? "

He laughed softly.

He looked me in the eyes with that unknown emotion.

" Surprise me my green eyes"

How can a guy look so incredibly adorable and insanely fuckable at the same time?!

I am baffled.

I grinned and left the room, i love cooking - it was something I had loved doing with my mom when we bonded. I found the kitchen and began cooking; I'm going to make a breakfast casserole consisting of bacon, eggs, cheese and ham. There was an ipod connected to a radio set and to my surprise, Jayden was listening to a favorite of mine, Anticipation by Justine Skye. I cranked the volume a little and began swinging my hips and singing along. I was thinking about how great it would feel if he was out here with me until,

"Who the fuck are you?!! "

I spun around to see a busty brunette glaring at me. I thought he lived alone, at least that's what Deacon said. I quickly regain my composure and stared blankly at her.

" Who are you? "

My voice low, too calm and clipped

" I'm  Jd's fiancée"

I chuckled lowly, judging by her stance- she was someone of importance to Jayden but not a fiancée, also the slight bruise around her neck and the busted lip showed she was being abused and with a record as clean as Jayden's, he could and never hurt a female.  She thought her puny glare was intimidating me, i scoffed, if only she knew who i am but she didn't and i wanted it stay as such. Not wanting to entertain her theatrics, i continued  laying the casserole dish trying to keep my temper in check. I heard her mutter the word bitch but that made me chuckle, it was taking a lot of restraint not to slit her throat. To sit and watch her bleed out and suffer - i was really my papa's child. Putting in the casserole to bake, she spoke again,

"Are you a prostitute? Or a biker whore? You look like a biker whore"

"Did your leader send you to be a good whore for something? "

" ENOUGHH!!!! "

My body was shaking in rage, how dare she??! No one disrespected my father, no one. I laugh menacingly and my lips turned into a sinister smile, my eyes cold and blank - i was in Skinner mode. I grabbed the knife and the bitch gulped and squealed, trying to escape but i was faster . With the knife at her throat, i saw the fear in her eyes and i relished in it; i was enjoying this - watching her squirm and shudder in fear. I was ready to slit her throat when i heard,

" Green eyes, put the knife down"

It was soft but firm, something inside me shift but my stance remain the same.

"You are lucky that he's here, never disrespect me and my family again or you'll suffer a fate worse than death."

I pressed the knife harder on her throat, causing her to bleed a little and wince. I smirked evilly and i knew she got the message. I took a step back and placed the knife in the sink. The casserole was ready so i took it out and placed it on the counter, i stared at Jayden emotionlessly; he has yet to look at the girl who was crying. He kept looking at me with a stoic expression. I had to leave, i needed to release my anger, i needed to kill.

"I'm leaving "

He said nothing and i walked away, not bothering to change into my own clothing- i grabbed his khaki pants, my keys and headed through the door  .

While riding home, i couldn't understand why my heart felt like it was being ripped out.