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I don’t bother covering myself. Why should I? He’s not interested in what I have and I can’t kick his ass and cover my boobs at the same time without looking weak.
“You rotten, low life, rat bastard piece of mafia trash asshole!” Every single word that leaves my lips makes the scowl on his face deepen and his eyes turn a shade of murder I’ve never seen before. Those hard black eyes trace over the soft swells of my bare breasts and hook on the hard tips. I don’t want to react to the way his gaze makes a fire ignite inside me, but I have zero control over what my nipples do.
My core clenches and lets me know I have no control over the way my pussy hungers for the brand of darkness this man would unleash on my body either.
I fly across the room and bury my fist in his face. “Bastian Irons, your soul is as black as the lowest pits of hell.” My fist is in his face and he takes another punch like a pro boxer. His neck snaps and for a second I feel good about hurting him.
And then his lips are on mine. Every muscle in his body bunches, rolls and flexes as he dominates me. Strong fingers latch onto my ass and he hauls my naked form up his large body. The pull of cotton across his taut pecs and the way the pulse in his neck jumps fascinates the woman in me.
Leaving his hand on one bare ass cheek, he takes the other and wraps the swaying tail of my hair in a tight hold. Unable to move, his lips take mine in another punishing kiss. I can fight, bite him and rage until he releases me. But do I do any of that?
No. The warm swath of his tongue forces my lips open and I moan when the taste of him hits my senses.
Giving as good as I get, I sink my touch into his hair and grip him to me. Air comes in short supply. He nips and I gasp. I do the same and we do this until we are both panting. Blunt teeth find the plumpness of my bottom lip and sink into the tender flesh.
Between us, my bare pussy clenches and releases desperate for him to fill me until his balls slap my ass. Warm liquid spills to wet his pants, but he’s not paying attention to that. One tug of my hair and he sends me arching back, forcing my breasts up. Hungry lips move from my mouth to my aching nipples.
“Fuck you, Bastian!” I tighten my grip on his hair and hold him to me as hot lips wrap around my hard nipple. Teeth and tongue torture me until I’m panting and ready to scream.
I ride him ready to demand he fuck me. But before I can find the words, he releases me and steps back. Mirrors positioned all around my suite reveal the wildness in us.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” He stalks across the room and then returns.
His nostrils flare and I retreat to my original spot casting around for something that will take down a monster of his size. In three strides he erases the space between us. The force of his animalistic hunger slams into me. A hurricane of emotion forces me back until the edge of the bed buckles my knees. I windmill backward, my legs falling open and my breasts bouncing from the fall.
His eyes take it all in. I might as well be waving a red flag in front of a raging bull.
He’s on me before I can protest. His eyes shimmer with a vivid desire to take me and I can feel the heat roll off him in waves. Late evening scruff covers his chin and jawline. I was so pissed I didn’t notice before. Now that I do, I want to feel the burn between my thighs.
I bury my fingers in the lapels of his shirt and pull him in. “I fucking dare you. You don’t have the balls to make me come.”
The kingpin’s expression darkens. The glitter in his eyes deepens. His brows draw tight.
“You’re scared to even try.”
That makes him grin in a way that has my heart thumping out of control. I don’t know why I sound like a vixen or why I’m testing the control of this man, but my breathy taunting speaks to the animal in him.
His sardonic laugh coupled with the daring glint in his dark eyes has me reconsidering my bravado.
“Am I scared? No. But you should be,” he growls.
His chest heaves and tests the strength of the string holding his buttons in place on his dress shirt. Strong fingers bury into my hair. He takes control of my movements effortlessly and I fucking let him.
Using one hand, he forces one knee to my chest and the way his lips latch onto my clit has me screaming. He exhales on a throaty groan.
“Come for me, Lili,” he demands roughly.
I swear he might as well have chanted a spell over my pussy because I climax all over his face.
Fire rushes through my limbs and explodes the second it hits my core. Taut nipples, a clenching channel and the feel of his stubble between my thighs wrecks havoc on my senses.
I clutch at the sheets. “You bastard,” I moan and writher. “How dare you!” I demand, but the heat in my words has all gone to the climax still gripping my body in its clutches.
He spreads my folds and drinks in my hot liquid hungrily. His tongue lashes and soothes, dips and swirls. I ride his face and give him every last drop. It’s always been his.
Always.
He crawls up my body and stares down at me wordlessly. My legs wrap around his thick waist made for keeping a woman locked into place. The pulse between my legs has me desperate to have him inside my virgin pussy.
