Page 26 of Depraved

“I’m always ready for you,” I confess.

She taps my nose. “I’m not finished yet. Wait.”

I growl in warning, but she just releases a smug hum. She knows I won’t do anything without her permission. I pretend to be in charge, but she has me on a leash.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

My breath catches when she traces the outline of her name over my heart.

“You know my real name,” she says. “I shouldn’t like it as much as I do when I hear you say it.” Her peridot eyes pierce my soul. “You’re the only person in the world who knows me now.”

My stomach churns. Yes, I know everything about her.

But she can never know everything about me. I won’t risk losing her if she learns the extent of my lies and my inner demons.

I shudder when she finds the long, thin scar across my abs. I’m not entirely unscathed from my years as an assassin, even though my face is whole now from the surgery.

“How did this happen?” she asks.

“In a fight.”

Her lips press together, and for a moment, I fear she won’t accept that half-truth.

Then she leans down a presses a tender kiss over the mark of my pain.

I can’t help myself; I grip her hips and roll atop her.

“I need you.”

She spreads her legs in invitation. “Then take me.”

I blindly grope for my pants where I left them beside the bed and find a condom in the back pocket. I wish I could side into her wet heat without a barrier between us, but I know she’s not on birth control.

Soon, I’ll come inside her tight cunt. I resolve to make the arrangements as soon as possible.

I reach between us and test her arousal. Her inner thighs are slick with her desire for me.

“I’m ready,” she assures me. “Fuck me.”

“Such a greedy girl.”

I slide two fingers into her pussy, ensuring she’s prepared for me. She wriggles and whines, so I capture her wrists in one hand and pin them to the pillow above her.

“Tell me you want me,” I command.

I circle her clit with my thumb. At the same time, I dip my head to her chest and flick my tongue over her taut nipple. Her back arches, and she wraps her legs around my hips, struggling to draw me closer.

“Please, Rand. I need you inside me. I want you.”

That’s more than enough to snap my control. I quickly sheathe myself in the condom and line up my cock with her slick entrance. Her heels dig into my ass, urging me to penetrate her.

I push into her in a slow slide, gritting my teeth as I attempt to hold back the savagery of my lust. She rocks her hips, joining us completely.

“So greedy,” I growl again, and she practically purrs her agreement.

She’s not ashamed of her wanton desire for me. She never has been.

My kitten is boldly sensual. She knows exactly what she wants, and I’m all too eager to fulfil her every carnal wish.