Page 20 of Entranced With the Hellhound

“Ummm. Yes, please,” she moans, thrusting her hips to the rhythm my fingers have set.

Her hips move faster even though I’m keeping the same pace. I know she’s about to cum, but I don’t want her to yet. I’ve been waiting for a long fucking time to get my hands on her, and I’m about to fuck her so good she won’t be able to remember her name.

“Don’t you cum yet. I didn’t tell you to cum…” I harshly whisper into her ear.

“But it feels so good, please. Please, let me cum,” she groans, begging so sweetly.

“You heard what I said.”

I stop, pulling my fingers out of her wet pussy. Blue breathlessly whines, but I will give her what she wants soon enough. I stick my fingers in my mouth and my eyes shut on their own. I couldn’t have imagined a better tasting meal.

“Goddammit! I knew you would taste fucking incredible. I fucking knew it!” I lean back, looking at her in amazement.

Blue’s face is flushed; her dark mahogany skin has a red tint. She’s breathing hard, and I’ve never seen a woman look more beautiful. I lost control for a second, and I was about to fuck the woman of my dreams in a conference room on a damned table.

I gotta get my shit together.

“Here, baby.” I reach down, grab Blue’s pants, and hand them to her. “Put these on. I need you in my bed.”

Blue looks at me, confused, but I don’t give her time to argue. I start helping her put her pants on by sliding them back up her legs. She stands silently, watching me. It’s the first time that I’ve ever seen her so quiet.

She’s probably in shock that I just fingered her after yelling about a cartel. The shock will wear off once I’m inside of her. And I plan to be inside of her for the rest of the night. Once her clothes are back in place, I grab her hand and pull her out the door and towards my clubhouse bedroom down the hall.

I pull Blue into my room and slam the door shut. We have a lot to discuss because the thought of her not coming to me when she was in trouble makes my blood boil. I know we haven’t been on the best of terms lately. Hell, I haven’t even seen her for the past month. I know her ass has been avoiding me, but that’s okay. We’re gonna make up for all the lost time.

Even though Blue doesn’t protest me pulling her into my room, she still looks at me, confusion lacing her gorgeous features. I wish I didn’t have to be such a bastard to her just now, but the reality of her being involved with the cartel has me fuming.

Even though her confusion isn’t just from me yelling tonight, I know she’s confused about the one-eighty I pulled. I’ve always flirted with her, but I never took her to the places I plan to go tonight. I’ve been keeping Blue away because she makes me feel things that I haven’t in a long time.

The truth is, I haven’t had a relationship since my wife died, and I know that’s what Blue deserves. I can’t fight my feelings for this woman any longer, and I don’t want to. She’s mine now, and I’m hers.

Blue walks across the room as far away from me as she can get. My room is one of the largest in the clubhouse. As the V.P., I stay here a lot, and I do a lot of business here. It’s more convenient, so I need to be comfortable. But I don’t need her to avoid me right now. Right now, I need her as close to me as she can get. Neither of us is running after tonight.

“Come here,” I growl.

The little gasps she lets out tell me I sound as feral as I feel. I’m usually all about control. I live my life by rules I’ve created to remain in control. But my balance is off, and there’s only one way to fix it.

“Bishop, I…”

“Do you want to leave?” I interrupt before Blue can say anything.

“What? No, I…”

“Then, I need you to follow my directions. Come here.” My eyes are trained on her, but I don’t move.

I wait for her to come to me like I told her to. I know she wants me like I want her, so she will do what I asked.

Blue slowly walks towards me, and I can’t help the smile that splits my face. I know she can see the wicked intent that covers my face because I see her shudder. She has no idea what she just consented to by staying here.

“You know what this means, right?” I question.

“Yes,” she replies softly.

“Good, don’t run from me again.”

“I haven’t been…”

“Bullshit! You’ve been avoiding me, coming to the clinic and leaving without so much as a fuck you. No more,” I rumble.