Silver Bastard (Silver Valley #1)(79)
Author: Joanna Wylde

My back arched and I convulsed against him. It wasn’t an instant orgasm, but it was something damned close. Like all the tension I’d been carrying that day was desperate to escape but couldn’t quite pull it off without his help.

Puck broke free from my mouth, then dropped his head and grabbed my bra with his teeth. My breast popped free and he sucked it in almost painfully. Need exploded between my legs, a tension that ran from my breast to my clit, where his thumb started working me.

“Puck,” I moaned.

He pulled back and gave a harsh laugh.

“Nothing like an angry fuck, huh?”

His words struck me.

Angry fuck. That summed up what I wanted perfectly . . . Something dark and rough and free from any kind of concern for his needs.

I pushed up, catching his chest with my hand and shoving him over. The move caught him off guard and he went down.

Then I was on top of him, straddling his body as I tore at his shirt. Puck was a smart man—didn’t take him long before the fabric was up and over his head. I reached behind my back, trying to find my bra hooks but my fingers turned awkward. Finally I just pulled the whole thing up and over my head. Then I was down across his chest, rubbing my nipples into his as I ground my clit against his cock.

“You aren’t my old man,” I growled, staring into his eyes. Puck bared his teeth at me as his hands caught my ass, fingers digging deep into the flesh. His hips bucked up.

“You’re mine. Pretend all you want, but this is my cunt, my ass, and I don’t share you with anyone. I’ll protect you and you’ll take care of me and there’s not a goddamned thing you can do about it.”

My back arched when his fingers stabbed me again. Then I was flying over and onto my back, legs up and around his body while his hips ground me down into the mattress.

“This,” he said, thrusting his fingers again. “This belongs to me.”

Puck’s other hand started burrowing and I shuddered. He’d found my asshole, wiggling against it with savage pleasure.

“This is mine, too,” he added. “And if I want your mouth, I’ll fuck you there. You want more. Admit it.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nope,” he said, pulling his hands suddenly free. Then he spread them on either side of my head and pushed up. That pressed his dick down hard into my pussy. Nice.

But why wasn’t he moving?

I needed him in motion, pressing against my clit and making me scream. The tension inside me needed to get out. I was going crazy—had been going crazy all day. This was the first thing that made sense, the first thing that didn’t hurt my soul.

“Goddammit, Puck!” I need you. I couldn’t say it, though. Couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Admit you’re my old lady,” he growled again. “Just say the words and I’ll fuck your brains out.”

“No.”

Puck took a deep, shuddering breath and started to lift his body off the bed.

“Yes,” I gasped, reaching for his butt, pulling him into me desperately. “I’ll be your old lady. Whatever. Just fuck me!”

Puck’s eyes flared, and then he was reaching between us, ripping open his pants. Seconds later he thrust inside. My entire body shuddered and I screamed, the relief was so intense.

I wasn’t there yet, of course. I need more motion, more penetration, more of everything.

Damned good start, though.

Puck’s hips drove deep, over and over again. I tried to match his rhythm at first but it was hopeless. He was too heavy, too hard. Too fast. It was all I could do to hang on as he pounded into me.

We were so close now.

Sweat broke out all over my body, a light mist that slicked our flesh and made every touch that much more exquisite. Puck paused. I moaned, digging my fingers into his flesh, and he laughed.

Then he dropped his head and gave me a long, slow kiss.

“I like fucking my old lady,” he said, eyes taunting me. I squeezed him deep inside, payback for that little cruelty, and he laughed. “Just keep punishing me like that, babe. I’ll suffer through, somehow.”

I slapped his ass and he bucked, but it got the job done. He started moving again, long, slow strokes now. The angle was exactly right and his pelvic bone pressed hard against my clit each time, right to the point of pain.

Then he’d pull back, starting the cycle over again.

Each time I got closer, but not close enough. An eternity passed as I twisted beneath him, gasping for breath.

“Please . . .” I moaned, although I wasn’t sure who I was moaning at. Did it matter?

Then he changed his pace, pushing inside before pausing for a twist. By the second time it was all over. I blew apart with a gasp of relief, my mind clear for the first time since I’d gotten the phone call about my mom. Puck came with me, groaning and shaking as his seed pulsed into my depths.

Then he collapsed over my body.

“We should fight more often,” he managed to say after a long pause. I nodded.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“You’re still my old lady.”

“If I say yes, will you listen to me?”

“Sure.”

“I don’t want you to kill Teeny.”

Puck stilled.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his tone guarded.

“I want to kill him,” I whispered. “You have no idea how much he’s made me suffer. I need to do it, Puck. I want to see the look in his eyes right before he dies. I want him to feel as much fear as I did. Give him a taste of what he did to my mom. Then I want him to beg for mercy right up to the instant I shoot him in the head.”

Puck rolled to the side, throwing an arm across his face.

“And you called me the sociopath,” he muttered. “You got no idea what you’re talking about, Becca. It doesn’t matter how much someone deserves to die—when you take a life, you lose some of yourself, too.”

“I’m going to do it,” I told him. “Do you really think you could stop me? Sooner or later I’ll find a way if you don’t help.”

He sighed.

“Let me think about it.”

That was it. In that instant I knew I’d won. I couldn’t wait to see the look in Teeny’s eyes when I shoved the gun into his mouth.

Three thousand dollars.

He just had to get greedy.

PUCK

“Boonie, you got a minute?”

I’d found my president downstairs, arms crossed as he leaned against a cement pillar. I’d been down here enough to know it wasn’t a pleasant kind of place. This was where the Reapers took their prisoners. Some came back out. Some didn’t.