Crucifixed (Royal Bastards MC: NYC Book 2) B.B. Blaque (top romance novels .TXT) 📖

I grabbed some shampoo and began to wash her hair. As the suds slid down her body, I took in every foam-covered inch and ran my hands through the wet, red strands. I couldn’t help myself, natural reaction I guess—my fingers reached up to the top of her neck and fisted a handful of hair as I pulled her back to my mouth. Fi didn’t move away and stretched back as my teeth caught the ivory white skin of her neck.

Clamp down. Draw blood. Mark her for everyone to see.

Slow your roll, motherfucker!

“Baby, there’s more to you than pretty red hair and lips. Lemme get the rest of it.” I quickly washed every inch of her. I knew bein’ with her too long would flip my switch and I was havin’ a helluva time holdin’ back. My hard cock was unmistakable, but the cravings in my head and heart were makin’ it a million times worse.

“Crucifix . . . can we . . . can you . . . ya know, be like usual? You being so sweet is torture. I don’t deserve any compassion, especially from you.” Her hands reached for my head while I scrubbed her thighs with a washcloth. “Wash me with soap all you want, but it won’t make me clean where it matters.”

That’s all I needed to hear.

Green light. Go.

I stood and stared into her face covered in water with chunks of red hair across a cheek. She looked sad. Repentant. Submissive.

Irresistible.

“Are you sure you want to atone?” I grabbed up her hair harder than before. “My filthy . . . naughty, Gingersnap, do you need to be punished?”

Even with the fucked-up situation we were in, it was how we were wired and it seemed that hadn’t changed.

“Yes, Sir . . . forgive me, Crucifix, for I have sinned against you enough to last ten lifetimes.”

My cock throbbed hard as I spun her around to face the wall. She still had marks from the last night and my finger ran down one that was extra red. It looked beautiful against her pale skin.

“Well, you’ll make it up to me in this lifetime.” I reached around and grabbed her throat hard. “Don’t worry . . . I’ll give you lots of chances to prove how sorry you are. You can confess every one of those fuckin’ sins to me forever.”

I meant it. She was gonna be mine—in my possession—until the day she died. I knew I was skatin’ on thin ice and couldn’t ask the man upstairs for anything, but I hoped it’d be when we were old and dusty.

She didn’t have a chance to respond before I thrust forward and held her against the shower wall. My hands were slippin’ all over her wet body and one slid down between her thighs. When my fingers got to her pussy, I spread her lips open and pushed my cock against her ass. Like the first time. I wasn’t makin’ love to her, it wasn’t in me, but it was the closest thing either of us would ever want.

“Are you ready to pay the price whenever I want?” I turned her to face me and looked hard into those blue eyes. “Make your vows to me, Fi . . . to Crucifix . . . like you should’ve to Giovanni. Like I couldn’t let you. I’ll make sure you keep ‘em too.”

In a New York second, I had her off the ground, against the wall, and impaled on my cock. She felt amazing and even though it was shower sex, her pussy was still wet. I bounced her slowly at first and kept rampin’ up until I was goin’ full throttle into her.

“Take the most important vows you’ve ever taken in your life, Fi . . .” She let out a shrill cry as I slammed in.

“Vow to stop fuckin’ with my heart . . . vow to never go back to that place or leave me again . . . vow to serve only me where you’ll be safe!” I was pullin’ her down as hard as I could and her legs were slippin’ and tryin’ to hook around my back. My own words played through my head. Serve only me. I meant it. I will Master her forever. “Vow to take your punishment and tell me all your sins. You know how much I get off on that part.”

She was cryin’ as she always did, but the tears seemed somehow more like the real deal. One day, maybe, she’d feel clean enough, but it would take a long fuckin’ time just like it’d taken us a long time to get to where we were at that moment.

“Do you also vow . . . and this’ll be the hardest pill to swallow . . .”

I rammed up and was as brutal as I could be with my cock. That sweet pussy was wrappin’ me and the noises she was makin’ through the tears let me know it wouldn’t take long before she came all over me. She started to pant hard and it got faster in time with my thrusts. I could almost tell the second it started and I didn’t let up until I knew she was done. I stopped movin’ and held her against the tile wall. I took one of her nipples in my teeth and gave just enough pressure to make her squeal.

“Do you vow to also take my forgiveness?” I let her down slowly and had my hand back in her hair, pulling until she was on her toes. My cock was thumpin’ and ready.“Huh? Kiss that cross, take your vows, and swallow every drop of our perfectly unholy communion!”

She dropped to her knees at my feet and kissed the cross tattoo above my poundin’ cock. Then her eyes cut