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I chuckle, taking the stairs two at a time. “I will once my tongue has sampled every inch of you. As soon as I’m done, you can go on your merry way.”
“Not interested.”
Her feet hit the carpet with a thud. I close the door, locking her in the room with me and the dead body on the floor.
“I’ll make you a deal, Hellcat. You let me tongue fuck your cunt, and if you decide you want none of that afterward, then I’ll walk away,” I lie, knowing that one go at her pussy will never be enough. But I also know that my skills rival those of gods, and I’ll have her begging for more.
“Fine. If you wanna get me off, I’m not gonna stop you.”
I step forward, and she steps back until she’s pressed up against the wall behind her. I slam my palms on either side of her, caging her in with my body, making sure she knows she’s not going anywhere.
“Hellcat, you couldn’t stop me if you tried.” I glide a hand down her body, running over the blood coating her perfect, tan skin until I reach the elastic band of her leggings. I tug them down. “You made extra work for me. I already had these pulled down. I’m gonna have to teach you a brief lesson about running away from me.”
“Have your fun, Ciaran, but remember who I am. I’ll make you pay.”
I smirk, removing her sheath and her black ankle boots. “I’m counting on it, Hellcat.”
I fall to my knees, my nose skimming her black panties, inhaling the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever experienced. I gently bite her pussy lips, making her jerk. “You smell so fuckin’ good.”
She moans and grabs a fistful of my hair. I chuckle as I play with the side of her panties, making no attempt to pull them down. “You eager, little girl? Tell me how desperate you are for my tongue on your cunt. Tell me how badly you want me to let you come.”
“Do it.”
I slip my finger inside her panties and rub against her wet slit. Jesus, she’s dripping. I want to bury my face in her sweet cunt and drown in her wetness, but I also want her to beg for it. “Be a good girl and ask nicely.”
“I’m not a good girl.”
She moans again as I glide my finger up and rub her clit. “I know, baby, but you will be for me. Does that feel good, Hellcat? Do you want more?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
I’ll eat that sweet cunt no matter what she does, but the idea of having this woman, this badass woman, crumble just for me makes my cock rock hard. “Beg for it.”
I gaze up and meet her hooded eyes. I swear I might just come from the heat of that look. She’s so fuckin’ hot. Unbearably hot. There’s nothing I want more than to hear her scream my name while she comes all over my tongue.
“Go. To. Hell,” she pants. Her eyes are hooded, her mouth slightly open, both signs that she’s about to succumb and come undone for me.
I ram a finger into her pussy, followed by another, and she rides me like her life depends on it. My thumb works her clit as I pump and scissor in and out of her.
Her hands tug and pull at my hair as she moans loudly. I can tell she’s on the brink but just as her perfect pussy constricts on my fingers, I pull out.
Her eyes burn with fire as she glares me down. If looks could kill, I’d be dead on the floor.
I rise from my knees and look her right in the eyes as I wipe her wetness along her plump lips before crushing my mouth against hers. She tastes sinful and sweet at the same time.
I groan into her mouth, pulling away to whisper against her lips. “Good enough to eat.”
She licks her lips, and it’s the fuckin’ hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Then fuckin’ do it. I was close to coming, asshole. Why did you stop?”
My hand glides up the back of her head, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. “I told you, Hellcat. I want you to beg.”
Her hands form into fists, and she vibrates. “Please, Ciaran.”
I smirk, knowing that she’s about to bend. “Please, what?”
“Please make me come.”
“How?”
“By eating me out.”
“Good girl.”
Chapter Four
PARISA
Ciaran tears my panties from my body and throws them on the floor. It’s primal and intense, and the animalistic vibes Ciaran exudes drive me insane. He’s the type of man that could claim me, leaving no room for anything else. His demanding nature is intimidating, but there’s something in his touch, a sense of desperation and need that tells me I’m precious.
There’s nothing gentle about him, but his touch conveys an obsessive need that makes me feel safe. It’s a little disconcerting to know that a man who had his hands around my throat only moments ago brings forth these desires in me. Even though he could break me into a million pieces, I know he would demolish anyone who tried to do the same. His fuckin’ touch is like fire, and I want to burn in it.
