“You don’t have to fuck me for it.”
Her laugh’s raw, wrecked. “I want to fuck you because that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her body moves against mine, a rhythm that spikes my pulse. This woman will get me fucking killed.
I let her go, grab an old sheet from the floor, and tear a strip off. She watches me, chest rising fast, mouth curving as if she already knows exactly where my head is.
“Again?” she teases, eyes glinting.
“I’m making sure you don’t take off my mask, hellcat.”
I bind her wrists behind her, turn her toward the mirror, and step in close, towering over her reflection. My hands clamp on her hips, thumbs digging deep into the soft give of her flesh.
“You stay still. Eyes on the mirror. If you look away, I stop.”
She nods, biting her lip in a silent promise. I can see it in her eyes, she won’t obey.
I circle her slowly, the air between us humming with heat. Dropping to my knees, my mask grazes her skin as I tug her jeans down, her hips lifting in that small, instinctive surrender. She steps out, one foot, then the other.
“Will you tell me your name?” she whispers. “So I can scream it when I come.”
A low, dark laugh rumbles out of me. “Nice try.”
Her huff is pure frustration, almost a growl.
“Now…” I slide her panties down her thighs, letting the fabric trail over her knees, her ankles. “Eyes on the mirror.”
Her gaze stays locked forward and I look up at her from my knees, fuck, I want to rip the mask off, just for a heartbeat.
Instead, I lift it just enough to bare my mouth. My fingers part her cunt, slick and hot, and I drag my tongue over her clit. She moans, eyes dropping to mine.
I stop.
“Eyes on the fucking mirror, or I won’t let you come.”
The words tear out of me like I’m barely keeping the leash on. I want to be inside her so badly it’s a physical ache, a pulse that starts in my cock and burns through my veins. Blood from the cut on my lip trickles under the mask, warm against my mouth before it drips lower, mixing with the slick between her thighs. The taste—fuck—the taste turns my head to static.
She obeys, finally, gaze locked on her own reflection. Her skin’s flushed, trembling, goosebumps chasing the lines of her body.
I spread her open and drag my tongue deep, sucking her clit until her voice breaks the silence. She’s leaning against the little burnt table now, wrists bound behind her back, fighting to keep herself upright. I hook her leg over my shoulder and push in deeper, hungrier, until the only thing she can do is cling to the edge.
I glance up. She’s still obeying.
“See how beautiful you are when you obey?” I murmur into her heat.
“I hate you,” she moans.
“Yeah? Then why are you dripping for me, hellcat?” I clamp my mouth harder over her clit, pulling a sob out of her that makes my cock jerk.
“You’re sick,” she gasps, voice quaking, body shaking all over.
I strip one glove off, shove a finger inside her. Her walls clamp around me, hot and tight, and all I can think about is how much better it’ll feel when I finally fuck her open.
“I’m sick?” I grunt, pushing deeper, curling until she twitches. “You got wet after I killed a man for you.”
Her breath hitches and she doesn’t deny it.
“Tell me to stop,” I push, teeth grazing her. “Go on. Say it.”
