She arches her back, wiggling for more, even as my handprints bloom a ravishing pink on her porcelain skin. “I don’t know,” she argues. “You seem to be now, and you were with your method of killing those pricks.”
That’s an odd change of subject. Maybe she’s coming to her senses, which would be absolutely poetic. I finally cave, give in to my craving, and she wants to bolt. Not gonna happen. But I might as well lay it all out there. Deal with it.
“Not even then, Little Moon.” I slide my fingers beneath the fabric, taken aback by my discovery. “So wet, baby girl.” Swirl. Pinch. Dip. Repeat. Delivering a teasing tempo that will never suffice but leave her desperate for more. “I saw your bruised cheek in my mind after I killed them, so I stabbed them both repeatedly until they were unrecognizable.”
That’s who she’s getting. So far from what she deserves.
“Probably better to do that once they’re dead. Not nearly as messy,” she murmurs, and I stiffen in shock.
What?
“What?” she parrots my thought, peering over her shoulder in bafflement as to why that would derail me. Innocence cloaks her face, which is in complete contrast to that astute observation.
I press her firmly against the column, my rock-hard cock jamming into her lower back as I sink my teeth into the slope of her neck and roughly plunge two fingers inside her, unleashing the beast. “I can’t decide if you’re perfect for me or if I should be terrified.”
She beams, craning her neck to catch a glimpse of me. “Both,” she says through a moan.
“Exactly,” I concur with a kneading massage to her tender flesh, preceding a few more smacks to her pretty pink ass. It’s then that I notice she’s dripping down her inner thighs. “You’re making a mess, so desperate to come. Want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yeah, I could go for that,” she wheezes, rocking her hips in search of friction. She’d probably be content for me to take her right here while she cuddles a pillar.
I’ve waited too long for this though. I need to worship every inch of her. Reminding her how reckless her choices were tonight is vital, but there are other ways to drive that point home. What’s most important is ensuring that she can follow orders. The only way to do that is to free her.
Wordlessly, I snatch the key from my pocket and unlock the cuffs. She rubs her wrists, gaping at me beneath the dark fringe of her lashes and awaiting my instructions. That’s a good start.
Lying down on the couch, I don’t waste any more time. “Take off your clothes and sit on my face, baby girl. I need to devour that mouthwatering pussy.”
RENA
My sexual experiences have been confined to the dark.
Sneaking and secrets.
Silhouettes of seduction.
Even at that, they aren’t plentiful. Big brothers were always lurking. And most of the guys interested in me were either too terrified to make a move or too stupid and insolent to keep it confidential, so they ended up mysteriously banished.
I never cared much—about the lack of prospects; of course I cared about the unfortunate exile. But there was only one man I truly longed for. Off-limits. Forbidden. Delicious. And, by his own admission, dangerous.
In a word, perfect.
That’s why I inquired about how Ty killed those assholes. I want him to see that his life doesn’t frighten me. He expects me to cower in the shadows, but that’s where I thrive.
In the dark. Where I’m comfortable to be as brazen and greedyas my most obscene fantasies. And cuffed to a pillar, spanking my ass till it stings, teasing me into a soaked mess—that was a good freaking start. Even with the lights on.
But I’d rather venture into whatever salacious outcomesitting on his facewill produce in the ambience in which I shine. So, I quietly stroll to the light switch and drench us in nothing but the moonlight trickling in from the glass walls.
He pops off the couch as his authoritative tenor slices into the still moment. “Did I tell you to turn that off?”
“No,” I state firmly. “But I’d prefer—”
“Turn it back on,” he insists. His voice is deep and husky. He’s so commanding tonight. Dominant and slightly unhinged, which I find sexy as hell. But still …
“I am up for anything you want to do to me.Anything.” I bite my lip and bat my lashes with a flirty stance to punctuate my point because even though I’m nervous, I am more than open to exploring. “But the lights stay off,” I affirm.
A smile sails into his dark scruff—a menacing one. “Ahh, Little Moon, that’s not how this works. You need to start listening. We just talked about that, and on the first order I give you, you’re already defying me.”
“I don’t see why it matters,” I contend, holding my chin high, my heart radiating thumps over the whole of me, a frisson of flurries storming my gut. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years, put this experience with him on a pedestal so high that I’m destined to fail. Both to my own fantastical imaginings and his.
