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He grabs my leg harshly and opens it again, then loosens his grip back to a caress. “You don’t want me to continue?” His finger teases around my panties, getting closer to where I’ve been dreaming he would be.
I quiver in arousal and fear.
“Well?”
Words don’t seem to form.
He bites my ass while rubbing his finger over my clit.
A moan slips out. My panties are soaked.
“That’s what I thought,” he growls, voice vibrating through me. “Keep narrating.”
I shake my head again. “Not… killing anyone. Or helping you—oh.” One of my legs quivers when he shoves my panties aside. The open air against my slit makes me squirm in place.
“Since you refuse to run from me, I have to make do in other ways.” His finger slides into me, and mine clutch around the rifles base. “Careful, Sia. We wouldn’t want you pulling the trigger on the wrong man.”
“Stop,” I say, but we both know I don’t mean it, not when I’m actively leaning over the desk, giving him better access.
“Here, let me put you at ease.”
I feel his face inch closer to my slit, his breath trailing the most sensitive parts of my thigh.
“I take special care in my hits – only choosing the most vile to remove from this earth.” His mouth parts an inch from my lower lips. “Think of me… as a good reaper.” His tongue slithers into my pussy, and I nearly fall over the mounted rifle.
My hand automatically finds his head to push him deeper. Then I pull at his hair – a feeble attempt to unstick him from pleasuring me, but how can I resist? He’s the most dangerous man I’ve ever laid eyes on… and he’s on his knees for me.
“Keep reporting,” he says, coming up for air before diving back in.
A river of pleasure swooshes up and down my body, and his beard scratching against my most sensitive areas ripples even more tingles through me. I have no idea how to speak, let alone report on details outside while swimming alongside an impending orgasm.
He tightens his grip around the back of my thigh, and I can’t help but push my ass closer to his face. He seems to like it.
Another moan escapes me.
“Pay attention,” he grunts.
I am paying attention. His tongue is like a lasso inside of me, bouncing off every corner of pleasure, while two of his massive fingers rub up and down my clit. If he stops, I might turn the rifle on him.
“Speak,” he demands.
“It’s clear, Leandro. Just keep—going.”
I moan as I curl one leg around his back to push him deeper. He goes to lift up my shirt, but I quickly pull it back down. There’s an issue there… please don’t pry… just stay where you are.
He grunts his displeasure of me denying his hands, but continues where he is. I let him in for the prize, just leave my branding scar out of it.
In between eye-rolls and near squirts of pleasure, I notice another man with slicked hair parted to one side. He walks with an annoying swagger. “H—hey,” I moan, then forget all about him for a good few seconds as another eruption of pleasure spikes from my slit.
He comes up for air when I say nothing else. “What is it?”
I’m catching my breath. “Don’t stop, please, Leandro.”
He squeezes my thigh hard to drag me back to reality. “Speak.”
“A man. Side-part. Skeevy-looking. Suit is too tight,” I say reluctantly.
He narrows his eyes and rises to his feet. I sit up and half turn to meet him. There’s a wet mix of saliva and my juice around his beard, and the horny demon in me goes straight to it.
