His fingers went slack in my hair and I sprawled over him, unashamedly rubbing my throbbing core on his thigh. “You called me a disappointment. You said my hands were good for nothing but holding up my towel.” I squashed my breasts against his chest, snapping at his lips with the threat of a kiss. “Do you still believe that?”
I jerked my wrist, stroking the velvety flesh of his erection.
His eyes rolled back, his entire body vibrating.
“I’m proving you wrong.” I sat up, my gaze latching onto his hot cock. Smiling sweetly, I murmured, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
His eyes stole mine. “There’s nothing about this that I want.”
I laughed—it sounded a little demented. “Who’s the liar now, Mr. Hawk?”
His hand snaked up to cup my throat, the other captured my hip. His face darkened. “You want the truth? I’ll give you the fucking truth.” His muscles contracted as he braced himself against my touch. “I want you begging me. I want you so damn hot—you’ll let me do anything to you.”
His raspy voice tore away my past, throwing me headfirst into sex.
I squeezed harder, riding his cock with my fingers, driving blood to blaze in the tip.
He’d gotten what he wanted. By letting me touch him, he’d made me seduce myself. I’d never craved to be filled before. But now...every inch of me felt empty and greedy and needful.
I’m fucking your mouth. I want to blow down your throat.
The text from Kite suddenly popped into my head as if his ghost watched over me, giving me instructions on how to destroy the man glowering into my eyes with a mix of rage and lust.
Fear wrapped around my heart as I looked at the angry erection in my hand. I doubted my jaw would accommodate it, but I’d try. I wouldtry my hardest and give it my all to make him come.
Not to please him. But toruinhim. To prove I could control him as easily as he could control me.
I moaned as a delicious throb worked its way from my womb. I was hungry for another orgasm. Instead of sucking him, I toyed with the idea of impaling myself on his huge size, wanting so much to chase my own pleasure.
My eyes couldn’t look away from Jethro’s parted lips. I would’ve given anything to kiss him. To be devoured the way my body craved.
You can’t.
I shook my head, dispelling the connection. A kiss was too intimate. A kiss would destroy me.
Squirrel nuzzled closer, wondering what the hell we were doing, sniffing at the violent war taking place in the dark forest on a plaid blanket.
Jethro snarled, shoving him away.
In the same movement, he spread his legs, clenched his hands by his sides, and wordlessly gave himself to me.
My heart leapt, blazing with sunshine and happiness, before plummeting back into the tar pits my life had become.
“Suck me. Fucking suck me,” he growled, thrusting his cock harder into my hand. The command sent a ripple through my core.
I didn’t hesitate.
Bowing over his body, I straddled his knees and in one swift move, slid his silky, salty steel into my mouth.
He bucked, his entire body going rigid. “Fuck...me.” His lips clamped shut as his eyes rolled back.
I moaned, adoring the power I wielded.
My nipples tightened. I stopped looking at him. Closing my eyes, I pictured another time, another place. I pictured my lonely existence in some repetitive hotel suite sewing tulle and silk. I pictured my life as it was—a slave to my craft with no peaks or valleys of living.
Then I pictured myself naked and spread over the man who meant to kill me, while my head bobbed furiously over his cock. I relished in how dirty and wrong and primal it was.
I preferred it.
