Officer Prentice glares at her, utterly oblivious he’d be bleeding out at her feet right now if she hadn’t shocked me so much my mouth isn’t the only thing refusing to follow the prompts of my brain. So are my fists.
With a mocked sneer, Officer Prentice tosses a set of handcuff keys into Justine’s chest before wordlessly demanding his posse of fuckfaces follow his dramatic exit. “I’ll leave a body bag with the receptionist. It’ll save me carting one back here tomorrow.” His desolate eyes stray to mine. They’re as vacant as his veins are about to become. “Have fun with her.”
Six-three, one-hundred and ninety-four-pounds, and currently sucking in his final breaths. Enjoy your last night on earth, Officer Prentice.
I could take care of business right now, but I’ve never been accused of being patient. I was already restless, but seeing the way Justine defended me stirred up an entirely new type of impatience. I need her, and I need her fucking now.
The latch of Justine’s front door has barely clicked into place when I have her pressed up against it as I did in the holding room only hours ago. Her cheek and breasts flatten against the warped material as her perfect ass nestles my rock-hard cock.
“You should have let me teach him a lesson.” I curl my arm around her stomach, tethering myself to her before the itch to kill has me ridding the world of another leach this very instant. “Spineless men like him don’t deserve to breathe.”
When Justine remains quiet, her breathing shallow and fervent, I spread her ankles to the width of her shoulders before wedging my leg sporting a brand new ankle monitor into the gap. My desire to kill lessens when the heat of her cunt scorches my thigh. She’s burning all over. I knew she’d be an ardent, fiery lover. It’s why I’ve been so desperate to have her beneath me.
While tugging her satin blouse out of her skirt, I press my lips to the shell of her ear. “If my desire to taste you wasn’t stronger than my urge to slit his throat, he’d be quivering his last breath right now.” My voice reveals my wavering constraint. Usually, punishment comes before pleasure. This is the first time I’ve switched things up. “But my needs are too strong to ignore. After years of pussy on tap, my cock grew bored—nothing could gain its interest. Except you. One glance, and I was done. I knew I had to have you.”
With my cock pleas taking up every inch of my sanity, I speak freely. I honestly can’t remember the last time I’ve been so open. Lust is a potent concoction to any man, but I’m far from ordinary, so it shouldn’t be affecting me the way it is.
“Then when you spoke...Fuck. In a room full of men, my cock turned to stone. I’ve never been so fucking hard.”
I grind against her. If she doesn’t believe the words I speak, she can’t deny how hard I am. I’m thick and veiny, extending well past the two little dimples low in her back.
When Justine matches the rock of my hips pump for pump, she says the last thing I anticipate a few seconds later. “Stop. We can’t do this. This isn’t right. I’m your attorney.”
Fear isn’t an emotion I feel, but I can understand how the prospect of mixing business and pleasure may be daunting for her.
“We’re making the best out of a bad situation. How can that be wrong?”
Although she’s making excuses, her body is playing devil’s advocate. The heat between her legs is so scorching, her cunt shouldn’t be as drenched as it is. Its dampness is soaking into the material of my pants, convincing me she’s so close to the edge, she’ll freefall into ecstasy with only the slightest thrum of her clit.
Forever willing to test the boundaries, I slide my hand up the smooth planes of her stomach before slipping it beneath her bra. Her nipple hardens even more as the throb in her throat jumps for a sluggish beat to a brisk cantor.
While tweaking her nipple to the point it could cut a diamond, I murmur, “Tell me again you want me to stop.”
She doesn’t utter a peep, proving what I’ve always known—the good girls always want the bad boys; they’re just too afraid to admit it.
With one hand on her tit, teasing and tweaking her nipple, and my mouth ravishing her neck with playful bites, I slide my other hand to the heat warming my thigh.
Just as my index finger sweeps the erogenous zone above her panty line, Justine stiffens. I don’t know if it is the faintest ripple of a scar under my fingertips that has her stiffening, or if she’s afraid her ruse to act unaffected by me will become null and void when I feel how wet her panties are.
I believe it’s the latter when she says, “Stop. I need a minute to think. Oh, god, Nikolai. We can’t do this.”
I growl, loving her husky purr of my name while also praying it’ll hide my disappointment about her constant double-guessing. I’m doing the same thing, except my thoughts are more sinister than hers. They won’t just have me smashing personal records tonight, they’ll have me breaking the law—again.
Annoyance that I’m giving into the voice I rarely listen to is heard in my tone when I ask, “You want me to stop?”
The devil on my shoulder gets a second wind when Justine answers, “No. Yes. I don’t know.”
She internally battles for several long seconds before pushing back from the door. Her wish to flee makes matters worse. It joins our bodies together so intimately, each cavernous breath she takes between shoves steals morals I was unaware I had.
“Stop, Nikolai. Please stop. This isn’t what I want. This isn’t why I brought you here. It was an accident. A mistake. I was flustered. Have you never had a lapse in judgment before? Have you never made a mistake?”
Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. “A mistake?” Realizing you can’t fear hell when you were born there, I slip my hand into her panties to cup her soaked pussy. She’s so wet, evidence of her excitement slicks my palm. “This doesn’t feel like a mistake. This feels like a game—a taunt.”Like you want to fuck with my head even more than my father.“I don’t play games,Ahren, not ones that don’t involve a weapon.” Since my voice is laced with the venom that’s been pumping through my veins from the day I took my first breath, it’s unrecognizable. “Is this a mistake,Ahren, or a game?”
She sounds pained, disappointed and scared when she says, “It’s neither. I’m just as confused as you—”
Her words are pushed aside for a moan when my thumb swipes her throbbing clit. I don’t take anything unwillingly given, except the lives of worthless men, but I’m over this charade. If she says no now, I’ll back away without so much of a sideways glance. If she doesn’t, Vladimir will have to pry her out from my dead cold hands before I’ll ever give this up.
When Justine’s breaths become as tender as the bundle of nerves under my thumb, I slowly inch my finger inside her heated core. “You’re dripping,” I growl when nothing but the greedy sucks of her cunt protest my intrusion.
