I swallow, and once again it’s an embarrassing gulping sound. “That doesn’t explain anything.”
He closes his eyes, as though he’s in pain. “I’ll explain, but no matter what happens in the next thirty seconds, I won’t let you run. I’m telling you now, before I explain anything, that you’ll need some time to process the information, and while you’re doing that, I’m going to lick your pussy until you forget any questions you want to ask.”
Gulp.
If he says he’s into necrophilia, I don’t care how much I love him. I’m out of here so fast.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
Maybe? I’m struggling to remember anything except his voice when he said he was going to lick my pussy, but I manage to wobble my head in a circle. It’s as close to an answer as he’ll get from me.
He chuckles, and he’s so close to my left breast that my nipple pebbles up, catching his attention.
“Okay, here goes.” He slips his palms inside my sleep shorts and removes them and my panties in one fell swoop. Before I can process the cool air hitting my most sensitive nub, he slips lower between my thighs. “My cousins own—well, Sterling specifically, inherited a sex club of sorts.”
My legs snap closed so quickly, I knee him in the nose.
“Ouch,” he chuckles, but pries my thighs wide again. “Let me explain,” he soothes, the hot air from his mouth teasing my core. “What I’m saying is, all the sexual encounters that I recall”—his gaze lifts meaningfully to mine—“have taken place at that club because getting close to a woman always left me feeling…hollow. Until I found you.”
His lips close around my clit as though he programmed it to come alive at his discretion, and he’s right. I do need time to process, but each pull of his mouth sends me deeper and deeper into a blissful haze I don’t ever want to escape from.
It’s a dirty play on his part.
“Wait,” I gasp.
He only slows down.
“I—I have so many…argh.” He slips a finger inside me, and my body shakes violently at the incredible intrusion. “So. Many. Questions.”
Valen pauses, and when he lifts his face, it’s glistening with me. I almost come right then, but he smirks while his fingers keep up their exploration.
“What kind of questions?” He’s staring at me, daring me, pleading with me in silence, but my mind is fighting to grasp the questions I should be asking.
He curls his fingers inside me, shocking my hips into motion.
“Um. Um.”
He applies pressure to my clit with his thumb. He has an unfair advantage, and he knows it.
“Okay. Okay,” I gasp when his fingers press against my inner walls. “Sex club, like where people have sex?”
His chuckle is deep and foreboding. Oh, Mylanta. I’m about to have sex with a very experienced man.
“Are you. Are you a Dom?”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
VALEN
“Are you a Dom?”
That question stops me in my tracks. Her experience with that lifestyle is probably limited toFifty Shades of Grey, and now I’m kicking myself for not having this conversation before I plunged three fingers deep into her pussy.
Even if it seemed like the best course of action at the time.
I attempt to remove my fingers, but she whines before clamping her legs closed around my arm.
“We should talk before we go any further,” I say.
