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He stilled, that stare pure predatory. “You don’t want that.”
“Like I said…try me.”
With a wicked curl of his lips, he lashed out, grasped my wrists, and drove me backwards. I hit the wall hard, knocking my teeth together. Then he kissed me so hard he bruised my lips against my teeth. I moaned, driving my body from the wall to press against him. I wanted to feel that bulge in his trousers, needed to rub myself against him.
“Uh-uh.” He pulled his hips away. “This is for me. You want to be a good little whore for me, pet?”
I trembled as I released a moan. “Yes.”
“My wet cunt,” he moaned. “That’s what you are, aren’t you? I bet you’re fucking dripping.” He lifted his gaze to my hands, then reached up, grasped the webbing of a shoulder holster hanging on the wall, and he wrapped the straps around my wrists. “No pulling away now,” he ordered as he secured my other hand.
I twisted my hands and grasped the hard weave as he slowly sank to his knees.
The overhead light shone against the steel of his gun, still snug against his hard chest. But this man didn’t need the damn Sig…he was a weapon all on his own. Those bloody knuckles moved as he reached under my long silk nightshirt and dragged down my panties.
“Look at this…” He lifted the blush pink fabric, then crushed it in his fist and pulled it to his nose. “You’re goddamn soaked,” he groaned, then pushed them into his pocket. “Mine.” He lifted his gaze to me. “All fucking mine. I’m going to use them later. I’m going to fist that lace and rub it over the head of my cock. I’m going to imagine it’s your sweet cunt as I’m fucking it. What do you think about that, pet?”
A tremor quaked through me as he shifted his focus to my buttons, then reached up. “I’m going to use them, just like I’m going to use you.”
He worked the buttons, opening one after another slowly until he reached the end. One sweep of his hand and he parted my shirt, letting it slip to the sides of my breasts.
“Fuck me, you are perfect,” he moaned, slowly taking in every inch of me.
My body tightened as he brushed his thumb across my nipple, then leaned close. I closed my eyes and clenched the tactical vest tighter as his warmth closed around the peak. The graze of his teeth had me moaning, then a sudden lick and he pulled away.
“Not for you, pet,” he growled as he ran those bloodstained fingers down my stomach and my abdomen, then over my mound.
He met my gaze. “Open.”
I swallowed, doing as he demanded and widening my stance. A surge of excitement and fear tore through me as he narrowed his gaze between my legs.
One brush of his thumb over my mound and he murmured, “Look at that pretty pussy. Did Carven use you?”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“Use your words, Vivienne. Did the Son take out his frustration on this sweet body?”
“Yes.” My heart raced with acceptance.
“Did he fuck you hard? Did he hurt you?” He slipped his thumb along the top of my slit, dragging it over my clit until he parted me.
He saw all of me under the bright overhead lights, more so when he used his other hand to widen my pussy.
I shivered, lifting my gaze to stare across the room. “No…no, he didn’t hurt me.”
“Good.” He leaned close, pressing that bloodied face to my slit. “Very good.”
He licked, pushing his face lower. “Leg over my shoulder, Vivienne.”
I obeyed instantly, resting my knee over his good shoulder, giving him the access he wanted. His tongue was so warm, so soft, licking my clit in feathered touches before he gripped my hips and pushed his face against my slit, driving the tip of his tongue into the core of me. I dropped my head backwards, slowly thrusting against his mouth. I needed this. “Jesus, London…I’m going to...”
“No, you’re not.” He pulled away, staring at my pussy as I clenched. “You’re not going to come until I say, do you understand me?”
I opened my eyes, but all I could do was swallow hard and nod, even as my body quaked. He pulled away, unclipped his vest, and let it fall to the floor with a thud. His weapons were forgotten, even his busted hands didn’t make him wince. Instead, he couldn’t look away from between my legs. London St. James was occupied by something far more interesting…to him at least.
He rose from the floor and moved closer. “No coming now, pet,” he urged, sliding his fingers in deep. “Understand? No. Fucking. Coming.”
I bit down on the inside of my cheek as that hunger rose. My hips were fixed in position. I didn’t dare move. A slight shift, a tightening would be all it took to send me over the edge.
