Page 69 of SNOB

“Maybe I’m a Monarch. Poisonous.”

“Moth or Monarch, it doesn’t matter.” Her lips hang in front of me, another twitch in my abs. “You’re a fucking problem, Butterfly.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” Those eyes fall to mine and that monster wants to come out. Thing is, I always let it.

TWENTY

MAC

One tug of that chain closes the distance between us. Her lips land on mine and I take every bit of her that I can.

Salt and vodka take over my tastebuds, a volcano rumbling in my gut as the softness of her full pout makes something inside me erupt.

A soft moan escapes her as I pull that chain tighter, defiance on her tongue when they slide over mine. This isn’t desire, this is hunger.

And I want more.

One hand tugging that chain, my other hand goes to that ass. Full. With a hard slap, I pull her on top of me. And in one quick swoop, she straddles me, her warm centre against mine as that dress hikes up to the soft expanse of her thighs.

A smirk settles on my lips, her sniffles replaced by soft gasps. “Is this why I’m a problem, McKinsley?” She moves her head to my ear, her tongue running along my lobe as my cock grows underneath her. “I make you hard as fuck?”

“No.” My hand goes to her neck, pushing her back in her seat. “You make me want to ruin you.” Grabbing the seatbelt, I wrap it around her wrists, making it as tight as I can until I have her trapped. Until she’s all mine.

“You can’t ruin me more than you already have.” A maniacal laughter leaves her, reminding me she enjoys leaning into darkness as much as I do. She tugs at my makeshift restraints as I tug each strap further down her shoulders, her skin smooth under my fingers.

She gasps when I tug her dress further, those round peaks rolling out, waiting to be devoured. My hand runs over her hardened nipples, her chest heaving as her back arches against the leather. The way she responds to my touch is addicting. Dangerous.

Grabbing her face, my thumb on one side of her cheek, my fingers on the other, I stare into those bloodstones. The ones that seem to suck the life out of everything leaving nothing behind. “Watch me.”

Ember

I never thought I’d see Malcolm McKinsley on his knees.

But here he is. In front of me. In his freaking helicopter.

“Listen closely. Noise travels across this big property.” My heart pounds as he stares up at me with those iron eyes. “So you’ll be quiet. If not, I’ll stop.”

Another gasp escapes me when his tongue lands on that spot that drives me wild. “Mac…” I sigh, the shots of vodka catching up. That’s why I lean into this. That’s why when he finds my pulsing nub like a laser-guided arrow, I let my head fall back and let him devour me like the monster he is.

I melt into the soft leather with the way he swirls his tongue, the heat of my body making me stick to it. A soft moan escapes me and that’s enough for him to look up, stopping that wave of pleasure.

“Just what the fuck did I say?” His face wet with my juices doesn’t make it any easier to stay calm. Curling my lips in, I try to prove that I can be quiet so he can give me that feeling I crave. “Good girl,” he groans, then he slides his thick, long finger between my slit. It fills me better than that brush as I take it with ease. With one last devilish smirk, his head lands between my legs again, his tongue relentless like a thirsty dog.

Swirls of fire run through my body, my wrists bound above my head giving me nothing to hold onto. Nothing to brace myself. “Mac,” I sigh and he stops. My body rocks towards him, begging for him when my words won’t. He chuckles, watching me writhe. “This isn’t fair,” I murmur.

“You know the rules,” he says, each kiss on my thigh making me want him more as his nails scratch against me. Fucking tease. “This time you'll listen to me.”

Just as my body calms from his touch, his mouth finds my centre again. My head falls back against the seat as I take it all in. The taste of blood falls on my tongue, telling me I’m biting my lip so hard it’s clear I don’t want him to stop. And I’m willing to bleed for him not to.

“That’s my girl,” he releases me from his mouth, moving back. My girl. “Let me reward you.” He unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his brawny shoulders. He kneels in front of me with those ridiculous abs, his body a piece of art like those sculptures on his lawn.

“Why don’t we find out how good you can be for me?” Unzipping his pants, he releases himself in all his thick, throbbing glory. A drizzle of glaze drips from his swollen mushroom tip right as I feel a dribble of drool on my lips. I crave him. And by the looks of it, he craves me too. “I can’t fight this anymore, Ember. I’m about to fuck you so hard you can’t help but scream. And if you do, I promise I will stop and never turn back. If you have a problem with that, you have three seconds to say a word. Three.”

Stop him.

My heart pounds against my chest as I stare at him stroking himself. It's mesmerizing, his thick, velvety shaft in his strong hand.

“Two”

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