Bishop reached out, gripping my cheeks and forcing my mouth open before sticking my fingers inside. I tasted myself, desire landing sweet on my tongue.
“Bad girls don’t get to come, killer,” he muttered. “And from where I stand, you look like a naughty girl.”
“I guess you’ll have to punish me instead. Really make sure I learn my lesson.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Is that what you want? To be taught a lesson? For me to tell you what a needy little whore you are?”
“Yes, daddy,” I breathed.
lennox
. . .
Excitement raced through my veins,making my heart quicken faster than any drug as Bishop pulled me off the floor and tossed me over his shoulder like I was a rag doll. I laughed, beating his back even though I knew it was useless. He was completely and totally in control.
Striding into his bedroom, he threw me down on the bed, towering over me. The space was dark, but then lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the space with astonishing clarity.
For all his toughness, Bishop's eyes held an inherent reverence as he stared down at me, and for some reason, it made my chest ache. It was gone in the blink of an eye, stolen from me by the darkening of the sky once again.
He reached for my waist, flipping me over and positioning me so that my ass was in the air. I waved it like a taunt and was met with an excruciating smack. “Ow! Dammit, that hurt.”
Bishop covered my body with his own, his hard length digging into my ass. “I told you that bad girls get punished. Do you want me to stop? Say the word, and I’ll step back. No harm, no foul.”
“No, I’m good,” I said. “Just surprised me, is all.”
He rolled his hips. “You sure?”
I dropped my head against the comforter, soaking in the scent of him—the worn leather and thick smoke that seemed to envelop me like a warm embrace. It was terrifying to realize how comfortable I was with him—not just with my body but with my heart.
And if I was going to give it to someone, why couldn’t it be him?
“Yes, baby,” I breathed. “Yes, please.”
Bishop moved my tangled hair out of the way, kissing the nape of my neck. He hummed as his tongue swept out, running along my skin. “You taste so sweet,” he murmured. “All this temptation, all my fantasies, and you surpass them all.”
His hands moved beneath my t-shirt, lifting it over my head and discarding it at our feet. Then he peeled my shorts and panties down my legs, pressing open-mouth kisses along my body as he went.
Never in my life had I felt this turned on and yet cherished at the same time. Bishop was worshipful with his touch. Every caress carefully considered. How the hell had this man never done this before? How was he such a natural?
The question was on the tip of my tongue, but then I felt his lips trail against the globes of my ass, his hands spreading me wide, and I went still.
“Hold yourself open for me like this,” he ordered, voice strained. I turned over my shoulder, watching his nostrils flare with desire. He lifted his gaze, holding it for a moment before he spoke again. “Don’t make me ask twice, killer. I promise it won’t get you what you’re looking for.”
I was too far gone to care what I looked like or that I’d given up too quickly. Reaching behind me, I did as he asked, spreading my cheeks wide so that he could see all of me.
I felt so exposed. There was nowhere to hide from him likethis. All of me was on display, like a private showing for his pleasure only.
Bishop let loose a low growl as he ran the tip of his finger along my folds, coating it in my arousal before sliding up and up. My breathing hitched as he traced the ring of muscle no one had ever breached before. I’d always been curious, but other than my own experimentation with a few small plugs, there’d never been anyone I trusted not to hurt me.
Until now.
Until him.
“Has anyone ever taken you here?” he asked, slowly tracing my ass.
I gasped as he pushed forward slightly. “N-no.”
“Never?” he asked. There was a note of awe in his tone. I couldn’t see him; I didn’t want to risk him stopping whatever kind of magic he was working back there, but I could imagine what he looked like. Lips parted, pupils blown, heaving chest.
