“That’s it,mi reina,” he says, taking his now drenched fingers out of me. “I love when you come undone for me.”
Fuck, he has me so frazzled. I need to get that gun back. I’m not leaving here until I get what I need from him …revenge.
He releases me from his grip, my pistol still in his hands. Panic begins to take over as I try to think how I can get the gun back.
Oblivious to the way I am racking my brain with how I am going to kill this fucking bastard; he moves back over to the bar cart to pour himself a drink.
“You know, they say you can tell a lot about a person by what they drink. Seems your friend, the Manhattan drinker, tried too hard,” he says with an irritating, cocky attitude.
“How do you figure?” I reply, eyes still fixed on my gun.
“Manhattans, although popular, are a pretentious drink for wannabe whiskey drinkers. If you want whiskey, just be a fucking man about it. Drink it straight.”
“But it stings more that way,” I say, trying to steady the beating I feel in my chest.
“That’s the point. The sting is meant to distract us from the pain we feel,” he says as he places the pistol on the bar cart, now walking toward me.
If I wasn’t on a mission to kill this man, I would welcome his vulnerability, but right now, I need to find a way to get the pistol back and maintain the upper hand. Then Titi Lana’s words hit me like a ton of bricks.
The three weapons. Brains, looks, sex.
I walk toward him and bring my lips to his. Pulling him in for a kiss. God, even his whiskey-flavored lips fucking do it for me. I brush my hand over his growing bulge. Attaboy.
I begin to kiss his neck before I kneel in front of him. I look up at his overwhelming physique hovering over me, feeling like I am kneeling to a dark king, a wicked god. Pleasure returns to my middle and my nipples peak as the simple act of kneeling at his feet is bringing me an unexpected level of pleasure.
“Let me return the favor,” I say with a hungry grin as I begin to unbutton his pants. I glance over to the bar cart to my left, figuring that I have a small window of time after I suck him off that I can run to grab it.
I realize this is the first time in all our trysts that I am going down on him. I may be using oral as a distraction technique, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to having his salty venom drip down my throat.
Taking the base of his thick, pearled length, I guide it into my mouth, making it hit the back of my throat. Which immediately makes him groan. I work his shaft with my thumb, rubbing his bulging vein as my mouth glides up and down.
As I am working him with my mouth, I glance up, wanting to take him in as he’s enjoying it. I speed up the pace, trying to make him come quicker. I have a small window to kill the man whose dick is currently hitting the back of my throat.
I feel his fist tighten against my hair as he is about to explode in my mouth.
My opportunity is approaching.
Chapter47
Carmine
I tug her onyx locks wrapped around my hand as her warm mouth glides up and down my cock, picking up speed. Keeping my hand firm against the nape of her neck, she takes all of me in her mouth, like the good fucking girl she is. As her lips glide up and down my length, her lipstick begins to smear, painting my shaft with a seductive hue of mauve pigment. Looking up at me with her siren eyes, she swirls her tongue, massaging the bulging vein at the base of my cock, which begins to send me over the edge. I feel release start to build up as I am getting ready to pour my venom inside of her.
“Like that,mi reina?” I ask as she lets out a slight purr. I can tell my arousal is increasing hers.
“You like taking my cock in your mouth, my dirty girl?”
“Mhm,” she replies.
“If you keep purring like that, you’re going to make me explode.”
She slips me out of her mouth, and I feel a sudden desperation overtake me. No, don’t tease me, not now.
“Then do it. I want you to pour your poison down my throat,” she says to me with her hand still wrapped around my shaft.
“If that’s what you want,mi reina.”
“That’s just the beginning of what I want from you,” she says deviously, as she readjusts herself, this time picking up the speed she as she brings my length in toward the back of her throat.
