Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106312 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 532(@200wpm)___ 425(@250wpm)___ 354(@300wpm)
“I want you to sit on my cock like a good girl.”
This time, Jewel’s lips curve into a sultry smile, and I’ve known from the moment she walked in with that short little skirt that she was playing a dangerous game with me. “Aren’t you the least bit curious?” I ask. I can see by the fire in her gaze and the way her body responds to me when I force myself into the space that she is in.
“And then, can I kill you afterward?” Her tone is overly sweet.
I lean forward with a smile, slowly gliding my rough thumb along her collarbone and up to her jaw. I expect more fight from her, but that calculating gaze is letting me close, most likely because she’s ready to stab me again, but I won’t fall for the same trick twice. I curl my fingers through her hair. The point of her being here was so if any insider is behind this hitwoman’s paycheck, they’ll know I own her now.
But having fun with her in the meantime might release some of this tension that’s been bundled in my balls since first meeting her.
Her fingers twitch, and I can tell she’s contemplating if she should use whatever sneaky little weapon she most likely has on her. “I demand a taste.”
“And what makes you think I’ll give it to you willingly?” she snaps, breathing heavily as I inch my face closer.
My cock throbs at her venomous tone.
I lean in and brush my lips against her jawline. My fist tightens in her hair as my nostrils flare at her light, flowery scent with something deeper and richer beneath, much like her temperament. It’s like the mask of temptation before the true she-devil shows herself. “I think it’s the unwillingness part that makes you want it even more.”
Her body naturally leans into me, and I smirk, satisfied by the reminder that as much as she fights it, she fucking wants me. And if she thought walking in wearing an outfit like this was going to be my undoing, she was correct.
I stand up, adjusting my semi-hard cock at her eye level. I stare down at her come-fuck-me eyes and slightly parted red lips. Rubbing my thumb along her plump bottom lip, I’m mesmerized. Her breath hitches, and I can tell she’s crippled by the tension just as much as I am.
That’s when I notice her hand slowly creeping toward her boot. It happens so quickly. As she reaches for what I’m assuming is a hidden knife, I grab her hand. I twist her body and pull her down with me so she’s on my lap, her back against my chest. She lands on my cock so firmly I’m certain I almost puncture a hole through my pants and her skirt. She lets out a low oomph.
I have her arm pinned to her side with one hand, and my other is wrapped around her throat. I breathe in the scent of her shampoo, intoxicated by the scent. Or maybe it’s the thrill of this woman yet again trying to stab me. Her throat bobs beneath my firm grip.
“It’d be easy for me to break this slender neck of yours,” I warn, holding back a growl as her ass wriggles against my cock. There’s no fucking way she doesn’t know what she’s doing.
I run my nose along her shoulder. Despite having her pinned, there are many ways she could try to fight her way out of this. And although we’re in a room full of people, I’m appreciative of the fact I have my back to them—something I never do—just so none of them can see her flushed, aroused state.
I look at the glossy black wall in front of us. It gives off a bit of a reflection, showing me her expression, but not clearly enough for others on the other side of the room behind us to see.
I can see her peering at me through the shiny wall reflection, barely.
My little toy.
My fucking temptation.
Potentially my undoing.
My cock pushes angrily against my pants. “I’m starting to think you really do want me to kill you with how hard you are,” she breathes, trying to keep face.
“I can be a generous man,” I reply. “As long as you sit like a good girl.”
I loosen my grip around her throat, waiting for her to move, almost begging for it. I enjoy pinning this woman down. I find it almost cute the way she tries to kill me. When my hand hovers over her collarbone and she still hasn’t done anything, I let my fingers feather along the tops of her breasts. She takes in a sharp breath, and I can feel the arousal radiate off her as if I’m already buried deep inside of her.
I cup her breast, testing, waiting for her to try and smash my nose with the back of her head. But it only adds to the thrill. How far will she let me go? How much does she want it?