The Story of Blood and Roses Chapter 142

"Can you hear your heart thumping, Mia?" he moaned against my lips . "I can feel your blood rushing through your veins . " He muttered in awe . I think I hear him say the word 'alive,' but I am too far gone to ponder over something so trivial . His lips left mine, then . He traveled to where his fingers had pressed against my pulse . He licked and sucked until I felt myself squirming on his lap . He chuckled slowly as his hands cupped my breasts .
The sly bastard brushed his fingers over my nipples for the shortest period of time before letting his hand find my waist again .
He didn't utter a single word and he held me firmly . He stood up, holding me against him: his chest pressed against mine . I wrapped my legs around him, instinctively and leaned into him . I let my head rest on his shoulder .
I tried to distract him with kisses . He shook his head and then took us up the stairs .
This is what it feels like to be taken care of, I realized .
He placed me onto the bed gently . Something I hadn't expected from him . He adjusted his pants and then winked at me . I tried to pull up and go nearer, but he shook his head .

His hands vanished behind him . In a matter of moments, I saw him pull his gun out .
I quirked my brow at him .
I waited for it .
He pointed it towards my head, from what I saw, if he pulled the trigger it would get me right between the eyes . In the blink of an eye, he moved and pulled out the bullets, each of them dropping to the floor one after the other . He saved one, though . He placed it in one hand, and the gun in the other . He went around the bed and placed them on his bedside table .
I followed each movement curiously .
"What are you doing?" I asked him, curiosity getting the best of me .
"Trust me, you will find out in time," he told me with a cocky smirk as he sauntered back between my legs .

"You'd actually shoot me?" I asked him . He raised his brow and grasped my knees . I kept them tight shut, but his hands pressed harder . "Would you?"
"If you gave me a reason, yes," he told me . I recoiled from his touch and then shot my foot out to get him in the stomach . He grasped my ankles before I could reach him and pulled me closer . "I love you," he affirmed . My legs fell open for him; my hands gripped the sheets as he leaned over and pressed his lips to mine . My hands loosened on the sheets and went for his hair . Yanking him closer, I pushed my hips up . He placed one hand on my hip to push me down again . I swore under my breath and he chuckled .
"Patience, my kitten . " His lips trailed down my chin . . . down my neck and stopped at my sternum . My eyes fluttered open as he placed an open-mouthed kiss there . Breath hitching, I let my hands travel from his hair to his forehead . I pushed the unruly hair to find him staring at me . His lips remained the only part of him that touched me .
He moved away suddenly . I lurched forward to hold on, but he stopped me with a glare .

"Up," he ordered as he played with the hem of my shirt . It came off easily as I arched my back . He moaned as I did . "Fuck," he muttered .
"Have you ever used this method to torture a prisoner, Anthony?"
"No . . . I've never wanted to keep a prisoner until you . "
"I'm that special, huh?" he answered me by wrapping his lips around my nipples . Tingles shot across my nerves . Just looking at him made me wonder . What next?
What next?
Seeming to comprehend my thoughts, he tapped on my hip bones and then teased the edge of my pants . I arched up, again, desperately seeking the friction that he was denying me .
"Hush," he whispered as he slipped his hands into my pants . I nearly shot off the bed when he made a careless pass at my clit . "No panties?" he asked, breathlessly, already knowing the answer .
"I believe that good air circulation keeps the body healthy," I gasped as he rubbed my folds .
"Yes, air circulation is very important," he agreed, pressing his hips to mine .
Finally!
My lungs almost collapsed as I felt him press against me, hard and insistent .
He wants me . . .
He really wants me . . .
At that moment I had no doubt in my mind .
He sucked at my flesh and pressed his fingers into my wet folds . I groaned as the pressure on my entrance increased .
"Michael," I warned . His lips left me and set on smirking .
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