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“We just met. There’s no way you can even know what I dream of. You can’t be so certain of me already. What if I’m a horrible person? A serial killer?”
So sweet. So innocent. She obviously has no idea who or what I am. A killer? Her? Me, on the other hand? Well, not everything I do for the Allards is behind a computer monitor. Not that this tenderhearted little mouse is ready to learn all of that.
My thoughts briefly go to the women of the family. Glory and Cynbel are both vicious killers in their own right. But Snow? Glory’s stepdaughter is soft and innocent in ways the lot of us have always striven to preserve. If we can shelter Snow from the ugliness involved in our less than above-board activities, I know I can do the same for Perla.
“You wanna be a killer, Little Mouse?” I lift my eyebrow and smile at the angry little mewl of argument she gives me.
“You know what I meant, Goliath.” She huffs. I have no doubt she’d stomp her tiny foot if she were standing.
But she’s not standing. She’s on her back, under me like a good girl. As adorable as she is, all flustered and fighting with me, I need to distract her from this battle of wills. I want her to submit to me. Willingly. I need to get her addicted to my cock until I can make her fall in love with me. Then she won’t doubt I can make her dreams come true. She’ll know that together,weare the dream.
Instead of arguing with her, I climb onto the bed and brace myself on my elbow and knees, boxing her in. Her eyes go comically wide at the move, the pupils of blowing out with awareness. All her hesitation vanishes like early morning fog in the heat of a summer sunrise.
Her lips part beneath mine as though welcoming a conquering knight home from the battlefields, and I sip from her mouth with as much greed as a man starved of comforts while at war. Perla sighs when my tongue tangles around hers, and my cock pounds so hard behind my fly I’m afraid I may wind up with damaged junk from the force of it.
Our breaths pass back and forth until I’m dizzy with it, and I know her much smaller body must feel the deprivation of air even more. I break our kiss and work my way along her angular jawline to lick and nibble at the taut cords of her neck. She’s so delicate and small compared to me, though I’m sure beside other women she’d be considered plus size.
Her curves are a roadmap to pleasure, and I’ll spend a lifetime exploring every bit of the journey. Her moans lift octaves higher when I discover sensitive spots. She catches her breath and wriggles beneath me in anticipation when I bite and suck at places less erogenous. But nowhere is she as responsive as when I make my way between the lapels of my robe to get at the lush abundance of her tits.
“Once you’re good and bred, when there’s a baby fed by these perfect tits sleeping in the nursery across the hall, then Little Mouse, I’m gonna drink my fill, too.” My words have her legs snapping against my waist, arching to grind her center against my painfully hard cock.
She might be unwilling to give me the words, but her body’s providing all the consent I could ask for. I wrap my lips around the stiff knot of nerves at the center of one puffy areola, the bumps and ridges furling around it tighter and tighter when I roll it between my teeth. I tug at her other nipple with my fingers, plucking at it to mimic what my mouth is doing.
“This is so fast, Ev. Are you sure? I have so much baggage, but if you stop?—”
I cut her off with a sharp bite to the tender bud. I love the way her squeal turns to a gasp of delight. My sweet girl likes a bit of pain with her pleasure, and I aim to please.
“There’s no stopping, Perla. Not unless you truly tell me to. Are you telling me that?” Much as I genuinely hope she doesn’t put on the brakes, I know I’d never push her if she wants to slow us down.
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Just…just please don’t break me.”
She doesn’t have to ask. I’ll never do anything to hurt her. I know she’s talking about her heart, though, and the last bit of doubt hiding in the bottom recesses of my soul disappears. I may be the one driving, but Perla’s moving at warp speed right alongside me.
ChapterNine
PERLA
This isn’tthe first time I’ve hooked up with a guy I barely know. After years of being a perfect daughter, a model on the shelf my father could trot out to impress business associates, college was a freedom I didn’t know how to handle. All those parties were opportunities to preen for the male gaze and play up the looks my father had been so quick to order me to keep under wraps.
No matter how many places I looked, the freedom didn’t quite feel the way I’d envisioned when I’d daydreamed about finally getting it. It was hollow, almost. Sure, being wanted is flattering and ego boosting. But the highs haven’t seemed worth the lows that come from letting boys use my body even if I’m using theirs in return.
I partied so hard I barely passed my classes, which is another reason dear ole dad refused to help me get away from the dorms. His mind’s made up that I’ve made my bed and I should taste what it’s like to lie in it. I got lucky when Rory showed up at exactly the perfect moment to be my white knight. I’m still unsure why we click the way we do, but I’ve never met anyone who makes me laugh the way he does when he does his impression of old school mafiosos in the movies.
He also promised I’d be safe at his brother’s house, and so far, he’s kept that vow. Although I’m sure he didn’t mean for me to wind up quite so thoroughly under the protection of his big brother. I have no clue exactly what Ev does for Allard Holdings, and Rory’s always somewhat vague about the details. When I asked him if he planned on joining his brother in working for the Allards, Rory made some comment about having to prove he’s a worthy member of the family.
I didn’t understand what he meant until I met his brother and saw this house. Even the best IT professionals don’t have the kinda money a place like this costs. I ought to be more worried about what all this means, but honestly, I’m not.
The only thing I can focus on at the moment is the way Ev’s mapping my pleasure zones the way a cartographer memorializes undiscovered horizons. His nonsensical whispers against my skin vibrate my nerves until my entire body feels like a tuning fork being struck by a mallet over and over.
“You’re my treasure, Perla. The most glorious reward fate could ever devise, one I surely don’t deserve. I’d sooner break my own heart than give you cause to shed a single tear,” Ev growls against the soft squish of my tummy before biting down on a fleshy roll and suckling his mark onto my skin everywhere his mouth touches.
His talk of breeding me aside, Ev’s entire focus has been on keeping me safe and making me happy. If it’s wrong to fall into the way he’s making me feel, I’ll face it later. I’ll take this chance, run this risk, and find out whether this chemistry between us can fill up that hollow hole inside me.
“Then have me, Ev. Make me yours. We’ll figure out the rest as we go,” I whisper, almost afraid to hear them, fearing they break this spell weaving around us in the quiet of Ev’s bedroom.
It’s all the encouragement he needs. Ev pushes and tugs at the miles of fleecy robe twisted around my lower body even as he tears at the button down and slacks he wears. It’s the same pristinely starched business suit he was in when I opened my eyes in this very bed to find him watching me sleep. A distant brain cell ruminates over the realization the man apparently traveled through the night to find me in his home, installed me in his bed while I slept like the dead, then engineered every minute of today toward the goal of getting me back into his bed. This time, naked.
Power floods my veins, warring with the need he ignites with every touch. Kiss. Lick. Bite. The way this man craves me above everything is a heady sensation. I’ve been wanted in the past. Desired even. But this is next level.
