Page 37 of Tainted Love

I slide my hand up to her mouth and she instantly parts her lips to take my finger inside.

“Do as I tell you and I’ll give you everything.”

She moans around my finger, vibrating it down to the bone.

“Say my name and I’ll be yours.”

“Dante,” she gasps.

I smile. “Again.”

“Dante!”

“Come for me, Lucy. Do it now.”

Her body obeys me, gripping my cock so tight inside I see red. I let her enjoy it. She throws her head back, screaming with insatiable lust. I lay kisses along her neck until she falls against the counter again.

I pull out of her and spin her around to face me. She kisses me, hard and wet, tender moans still slipping out of her throat.

“Get on your knees, Lucy Vaughn.”

She lowers down, her hands on my body the entire time, licking her thin lips as she goes. Her tongue gets to work, lapping at my tip and shaft, cleaning her own taste off me.

I reach out and grip the counter as the force of her mouth takes hold of me. She knows what she’s doing, and she takes great pleasure in proving it to me.

I lay a hand on the back of her neck as she takes me inside, all the way into her fucking throat. I clench, feeling her sharp teeth tease me. It’s pure, blissful torment and it will bring me to my fall faster than the damn Roman Empire.

I take my cock in hand and pull it out, despite her objections. “Show me your tongue.”

She obeys, tilting her head back and sticking it out. I stroke myself off, aiming my tip inside her mouth. Her little, green eyes beg me for it like a thirsty animal and I would be a fucking monster if I didn’t give it to her. She’s earned it, after all.

I shoot inside, letting the pool of white form on her delicate, pink tongue. She moans for it, pleasure crossing her eyes once more as it drips along her taste buds. I release her neck and she closes her lips around me, sucking me dry as I groan with delight.

“Good girl,” I whisper, wiping her chin. I pull her off the floor and kiss her again, sucking on her numb, tired lips. “Go upstairs. I’m not done with you yet.”

Lucy smiles, her tits practically spilling out of her tight, black dress. She pushes up onto her toes for one more kiss, one that I can’t bring myself to deny her. Her lips taste so sweet, like warm milk and honey.

I almost object as she pulls away and walks down the hall, her little ass swaying in the most perfect way as she goes.

Fuck me. It wasn’t all a fluke. That orgasm felt as intense as the last one. Perhaps even more so with those adorable, sultry eyes staring daggers into mine as I shot down her fucking throat.

I’ve spent my whole life traveling the world, working for all sorts of different, horrible people, some even worse than myself. I’ve gone undercover plenty of times, been shot at even more, but in my entire career, I’ve never once been compromised.

Not like this.

I feel it deep inside, taking over the only part of me I thought could never change.

The killer inside.

I follow the sound of her heels on the floor, clacking up the stairs toward my bedroom just like I told her to do. Little Lucy Vaughn. From the moment I met her, she’s proved to be nothing but a challenge. One I gladly accepted but a challenge nonetheless. She shouldn’t be here. She’s smarter than this, better than this.

“Lucy.” She pauses at the top of the stairs and looks down at me from the shadows. “Why are you still here? With me?”

“Because I want to be.”

And just like that, she turns around and walks into my bedroom.

My god. Either it’s finally happened and I’m becoming something else in front of her very eyes or she’s just as crazy as I am.

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