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Her mouth closes over me and her hand starts to pump faster, moving in tandem with that wicked tongue. Fucking hell, how did this innocent, clumsy woman learn to give head like that?
She sucks and licks, swirling her tongue around every inch of me. With my eyes closed, I can really imagine my cock in her pussy, thrusting deeper, harder until I’m so far inside her we’re one. Dio, what is this romantic bullshit? Then a hand curls around my balls, and I nearly explode on the spot. My head falls back, and a moan slips free despite my best efforts.
This woman literally has me by the balls, and I’m not certain I like it.
In an attempt to level the playing field, I reach out blindly and snag a fistful of her hair. She lets out a whimper as my fingers tangle in thick locks and guide her head up and down more forcefully. Now that I have a general idea of her position, I reach out with my free hand and find her breast, instinctively. Her nipple is already hard through the silk blouse she slept in, and I want it in my mouth. I want to devour every inch of her soft, supple form but cazzo, this woman is so damned stubborn.
Blindly, I find my way into her top, and my palm closes around her silky flesh. She releases a sexy moan, and the sound vibrates through my cock. Fire surges across my veins, pleasure building with each stroke. “If you keep making those sounds, I’m going to come, little fox.”
I can practically feel her looking up at me as her mouth slides to my head.
“Is that what you want? Do you want me to come in that pretty little mouth?”
She mutters something I can’t quite make out, but the vibrations alone have me skirting the point of no return.
“I’d rather come inside your pussy, but I suppose beggars can’t be choosers.”
She laughs, and the sound carries through every inch of me. I guide her head up and down, faster now, my hips bucking so that the tip of my cock reaches the back of her throat. She only sucks harder as if the naughty little vixen is truly enjoying this.
I roll her nipple between my fingers, and she lets out a squeal of pleasure.
“You’re wasting a perfectly good opportunity here, little fox. We could both be enjoying this more if you’d only give in.”
She releases my cock, and I growl my disapproval. “I’m not giving in until you promise to give up this war with the Kings.”
My eyes snap open, fury bleeding into the burgeoning pleasure. “Never,” I snarl. “You’re asking for the one thing I can never give you.”
Her eyes narrow, and she sits up, shooting me a scathing glare. Still kneeling on the edge of the mattress, I tower over her but she’s not the least bit intimidated.
“Then I guess we’re done here.” She scoots to the end of the bed, and I watch her, jaw hanging open with my fucking dick in my hand.
“That’s what this was?” I roar. “You thought you could suck me off into submission?” Rage pounds through my veins, all the pleasure from a second ago ebbing away.
Maisy spins at me, those emerald irises blazing. “Eff off, you mother trucker!”
“I’m trying, little fox. I’m really trying to fuck off. Damn it, just say the word! What are you twelve?”
“I hate you, Nico Rossi! I never should’ve agreed to come here. This was a mistake, a ridiculously huge mistake.” She wraps her arms tight across her chest as she glares at me. “I’d rather let Jasper have me than spend another second here with you.” She storms out of the room, and I race after her, still naked.
For someone with a sprained ankle, Maisy’s moving pretty damned fast. She darts down the corridor and disappears into the guest room. A lethal mixture of anger, frustration and disappointment battle it out in my chest as I round the corner behind her.
When I reach the guestroom, she’s in the closet throwing clothes into her suitcase. I stalk toward her and block the doorway.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snarl.
“I’m leaving.” A tear trails down her face, but she sweeps it away, angrily.
“The fuck you are.”
I stare unbelieving as she attempts to zip up the suitcase with clothes still spilling out. Somehow, she finally manages to close it and even gets it to stand upright. “Move,” she hisses.
I brace myself in the doorway, glaring down at her. “No.”
“I swear to God, Nico, if you don’t get out of my way, I’ll scream bloody murder.”
“No one will hear you. The penthouse is soundproof.”
She grinds her teeth, eyes shooting daggers. “If you can’t give me what I want, what I need, then you have to let me go.” Tears well in her eyes, and a storm of unfamiliar sensations tighten my chest. Fear. Panic. Pain.
