Catching some of her arousal with my thumb, I pinched her bundle of nerves, then rolled it while I yanked her waist closer. “Want me to stop?”
She was so small, I could’ve wrapped my mouth around her tits easily. They rose and fell right in front of me with her rapid breathing, but no denial came from her lips. Instead, her nipples puckered, tinging a pink that would be burned into my memory forever. I wanted to consume the color, drink it in, taste it. I dragged my tongue over her skin there and then bit the point. I sucked away the pain it caused immediately and rubbed her to the rhythm of my tongue so I could hear her moan.
Still, her hands held the counter. And it became my mission to make her let go. I wanted all of whatever she was holding back.
Her arousal on my counter grew, but it wasn’t good enough. I pulled her closer, sucking harder, dragging my teeth over one nipple and then the other before making my way up her neck, where one of my hands slid to tangle in her hair. She smelled like lavender and cherries, but I wanted her to smell like me instead.
This was my house, my place of work, my domain.
When I got close enough to her ear, I whispered, “Yeah, I don’t think you want to stop, Mia. I think you want me to keep going.”
Her pretty eyes were misted over, her lips parted as I rubbed between her legs, back and forth, faster and faster.
She was close, so close that I would get to see her unravel and fuck her completely uninhibited.
I wanted to hear her say it. She was stubborn, though, with her gritted teeth and her knuckles whitened.
“My darling Mia, say it. Say you want this.”
Her breath came faster. I watched her skin change to that pretty pink blush I knew meant she was right there.
“Say it, baby, or I won’t let you come.”
Her eyes whipped to mine in fury. So I slowed the pace against her pussy. I hadn’t even slid my finger into her yet, and she was going to come. She was like a live wire, ready to snap and catch fire. “Jameson Knight, if you don’t let me come, I promise you’ll never have me.”
That mouth. I needed to remind her who was in charge, so I stood straight, my hand still at her center. She gulped, her eyes following me to my full height. “Want to repeat that?”
“Let me come or don’t have me. I think you heard me fine the first time.”
My other hand was at her throat again, but it flew without my control now. I’d been unleashed and didn’t care. She taunted me because it was what she wanted. She wanted whatever was in me that had never been pretty. I normally never let it out because women liked a good-looking man who made love to them, not fucked them.
Her back slammed into the metal counter hard. Her hands finally flew off that edge to clutch my shoulders. Or to push me away. Who knew at this point. I pinned her there and took her lips in mine with no pretense of romance. My teeth scraped at her lips and my tongue laid claim to every part of her mouth. She whimpered into it like maybe she’d hoped for a kiss, but this wasn’t at all what she expected.
Good.
It was inevitable that at some point she’d end up fearing me anyway. I didn’t need to be obsessed with her much longer either. If I gave her this uncontrolled version of myself, she’d back away.
She’d learn.
I stepped between her legs, shoving my cock right below my hand at her clit. She gasped at feeling me against her there even if my slacks separated us. “I could fuck you here with no repercussions whether you liked it or not, Mia.” I thrust up against her just to prove my point.
“And yet you’d still not have me at all,” she responded.
My mind scrambled. My body roared. And my dick hardened further. She didn’t realize she was waving red in front of a bull, releasing a venom in my veins that could only be cured by finding a way to consume every part of her being. I don’t think I knew it then either, even if my body subconsciously did, because I dropped to my knees and lifted her thighs to place her feet on my shoulders. Instead of taking her, I lowered my mouth to that pussy of hers before she had time to reconsider.
I was going todevourher orgasm.
Make her scream my name—and it’d be my whole fucking name, not first or last.
She’d give me every part of herself whether she wanted to or not.
Her hands finally flew to the back of my head as she moaned and arched off the metal, and now that death grip was in my hair, pushing me farther into her scent.
And, fuck, I wanted to die being smothered by it so much that my grip became bruising.
Somehow, just like her smell, she tasted of sweet cherries too. Addictive and all-consuming.
Maybe I was tasting my unraveling, because I knew then if Ihad died right at that moment, I would have went to hell, where I would have met my darling devil.
