God. That makes me want to do things to her that have her screaming my name.
Then I remember how my brothers would never forgive me if I didn’t truly punish her. I have to remember that. No matter how much I love the little moans and gasps she releases when she’s close to coming, I cannot let her under my skin.
I have to do what I brought her here for: Ruin the fucking shit out of her.
I make my way out of the office, buzzing Vivienne as I walk.
“Send her up in ten.”
Then I head up to the now-repaired Liberty suite to await her arrival.
When the knock comes, I tell her to enter, then I can’t help but drag my gaze over her perfect body like a starving animal.
She’s wearing her club uniform but there’s something different about her tonight. There’s a glow to her cheeks and a ripeness to her wet lips I haven’t noticed before. She still trembles, which awakens my sick dick, but she seems more at ease than she’s ever been while inside my club.
I lean back against the wall, one foot crossed over the other,my hands deep in my pockets. It’s from this position of casual assessment I observe her as she steps into the room. Her fingers are curled around each other but her chin tilts upward, awaiting my command.
I keep it to one word. “Undress.”
Her chest expands and she exhales tightly, but she does as I say. My mouth wets with every layer she peels, until she’s completely naked and I’m salivating like a horny dog.
She peers up at me, more bashful for being exposed.
“Go to the bed,” I order, not taking my eyes off her.
She reaches it and looks at me over her shoulder. If I didn’t know she was here under duress I would label that look as seductive.
“Lie on your back.”
Her forearms shake as she crawls onto the comforter, turns over and settles back in the center of the bed.
For a few seconds I just watch her. The soft but rapid rise and fall of her breasts, the line of muscle along her leg where she’s pressing her thighs together. Her hair is loose and splayed across the fabric, begging to be tugged and pulled and contained in my curled fist.
Her body, even as a teenager, was always a turn on, but right now, she’smesmerizing. I stare so long without blinking, my eyes ache.
Pushing myself off the wall, I walk slowly around the bed, stopping at the side. Her head turns and she watches me reach into the bed stand and pull out a vibrator. It’s one I sanitized myself, so I know it’s clean. Her eyes widen, blinking, as I dip the end into my whiskey glass and slowly swirl it around.
Cutting my gaze to her mouth, I nod. “Open.”
Her lips part, tentatively, and drops of whiskey fall onto her chest as I bring the vibrator toward her face. I nudge the whiskey-soaked tip against her lips and they part, allowing me to push it into her mouth.
She doesn’t do anything. She just stares back at me expecting another instruction.
I crawl up next to her. “Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?”
She sucks in a shocked breath through flared nostrils. I was only asking so I know how far I can push her, but now that I’ve asked the question, I’m ravenous for the answer. If any other man has put his cock in her mouth I already want to beat his nose flat into his face.
She gives a nervous shake of her head and the feeling that thunders through me is bigger than when I orchestrated the demise of my father.
The first cock she tastes will bemine.
That thought makes me want to rip open my pants and fuck her face, like, yesterday. I’m going to be the first man on earth to come down Pfeiffer McAllister’s throat.
“In that case,” I manage, “we’ll take this slow.”
I hate how gentle my voice is with her. Still, I withdraw the vibrator and dip it back into my whiskey.
“I want you to lick it now,” I say quietly. “Take the drops with your tongue.”
