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“Please don’t kill me. I’m not even thirty yet! Honestly, my life’s been really unremarkable and I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. Plus. . .” I lost the ability to think coherently as his erection pressed against my ass. “That’s a dick.” That was a fuckingdick!It was huge, and thick as it weighed into my spine.
My breathing became labored as arousal flooded my core, begging for me to take on the challenge he was offering with the monstrous weapon concealed in his slacks.
“Are you certain about that?” His silky whisper sent his breath fanning the nape of my neck. “Is this what you were imagining as you touched yourself? Were you imagining that it was me touching you instead of your fingers?”
Aww, he thought my cunt was pretty? He had a sweet side! Or maybe I was insane? Had I actually died on the highway and this was heaven? I wasn’t complaining to management if that was the case.
“What’s the matter? Your familiar got that pink tongue tied up, darling?”
Familiar?What the hell had he meant by that?
“Um.” I closed my eyes as the stammered word exited my lips. Pushing my ass back against the thick, undisputable, hardness, I exhaled. “I’m not opposed to being dicked to death, I guess?” That wasn’t his question, Ninny! “Yes, sorta? I don’t know. I wanted to make you see that I’m not some little girl who isn’t afraid to fire shots back,” I admitted on shaky breaths which almost sounded like panting. Teeth scraped over my shoulder, and I didn’t even try to stop myself from pressing back against him again.
“Can you even distinguish what the difference between a boy and a man is, Bishop?”
“No? I mean, I think so?”
He was definitelyallman. The monstrous thing poking into my rear end wasn’t boyish in the least bit. It would actually be a challenge to take, but I wasn’t one to back away from a challenge.
“Well, which is it?” he asked, allowing me to rub against his hardened cock like a bitch in heat. I was going to hell, but all the best people would join me there.
“A cock?”
Had Ireallyjust said that?
Ihad.
Shit.
Could I sound any more stupid if I tried?
Probably.For the record.
I chided myself internally. It isn’t a challenge.I’d felt many men when they’d grown erect, but none of them had ever promised the sinful burn that Rowan offered. The thought of being stretched wide to accommodate his thick, lengthy cock had a pulse beginning to beat at my clit.
“A man isn’t afraid to make you feel the result of your naughty taunts. A boy would merely hide it behind something and pretend it never happened. You feel what you did to me, Bishop?”
Pressing his hard length against my upturned ass, he rumbled in a feral, threatening way that had my cunt clenching to accept whatever the bastard offered. Traitorous bitch was shameless. A violent tremor rocked through me as his hands lowered to the hemline of my skirt. Slowly, his fingertips raised the material until cool air drifted against my frenzied flesh.
“There’s no bloody way you’re a Bishop, Moira Darling. No fucking way,” he hummed before releasing the skirt to grip my arm so he could spin me to face him. Angry eyes the hue of freshly-minted silver locked with mine before he snorted at my look of disbelief.
“I assure you I am.” Why was I arguing with this smug, hot-as-sin prick?
The smile lifting his full, lush lips was anything but friendly, and it kind of reminded me of a villain who’d smile as he dismembered you while you pleaded for mercy.
“I swear to all that’s holy, if you’re a serial killer, I don’t want to know. Just end me and throw my body to the bears. Don’t let my sweet grandmother have to identify my remains. That’s all I’m asking. There’s a meadow a little way past here where you can bury me. I played in it often as a child and no one ever disturbed me there.” The smile on his lips faded before he chuckled.
“If you ever touch me again in anger, it better be because we’re about to fuck. Do you understand me?”
At my quick nod and terrified stare, he exhaled slowly as if fighting against the need to strangle me. His cheek was red from my hand, which actually ached from slapping his smug face. Tears began welling in my eyes as the thought of him actually hurting me sank into my exhausted, stupefied mind.
“Relax, darling. If I intended to kill you, I wouldn’t have ruined the chance of tasting your lust before snuffing out that light in your lovely eyes,” he admitted before stepping closer, which forced me to step back to maintain a safe distance between us.
“I should go,” I whispered through the confusion warring through my mind. What the hell was even happening here? It was like we’d become flames which were drawn to one another, but neither wanted to admit it. Or, I imagined his attraction to me, which was probably because of the escapade I’d had tonight.
“I’m not the only one using scent as bait, am I?” Blinking in confusion, I opened my lips to reply, but words evaded me. His silvery eyes studied the confusion stamped on my face before he leaned in close, whispering against my ear. “Pomegranate and white lotus petals, correct? Just a few petals mixed with the forbidden fruit on a Bishop’s flesh is enough to make the devil notice. I assure you of this: he’s taken notice of you, Moira.” His nose skimmed over the line of my jaw until he reached my chin, and then he lifted so we silently traded oxygen. “Do me a favor and don’t forget to tell your bewitchinggrandmother I’ll expect tea with her homemade scones when I arrive at noon.”
“She’s sick, Rowan,” I whispered with his enticing mouth entirely too close to mine. It was taking everything I had inside of me not to close the space and taste the sin he offered.
