Page 34 of Sizzling

“You’d like to ride my cock like that, wouldn’t you? I’d split you in two,” he said just as his teeth grazed my neck. “This pussy is too tight. You’ve not had a real man’s dick inside you.”

He bit down then on the tender skin at the curve of my neck. The sharp sting only seemed to make me crazier.

“Oh God,” I breathed, bucking harder against him.

“Not even close,” he replied before he began to lick where he’d bitten.

Staring up at the sky, I was helpless to whatever this man wanted to do to me. The orgasm building inside me was growing stronger, and it was all that mattered. His mouth moved over my heated skin. He didn’t kiss me, but then he licked me like an animal. I wanted to feel him do that between my legs. Have him bite my thighs.

“Good little pussy,” he groaned. “I bet you’d like to straddle my face and fuck it. Let my tongue lick that clit until you’re screaming my name.”

His free hand jerked my shirt up and tugged my bra down until my right breast was free. When his teeth clamped down on my nipple, I threw my head back as the climax consumed me. He started sucking hard, only making it prolong the blissful release that was coursing through me.

My nails were cutting into his biceps, I realized as I slowly began to come back to myself. The nighttime sky came into focus again, and Storm slid his fingers out of me. Part of me was horrified at what I’d just done, and the other part wanted to grab his hand and force it back between my legs for more.

I gulped in air, my eyes on him, not sure what he was going to do next. He lifted his two fingers to his mouth, then began to lick them slowly while his eyes stayed on me. Good God. I shuddered, feeling my body began to stir again.

When he finished licking them, he stuck them in his mouth and sucked hard. I made a sound. I thought it was a moan, but I couldn’t be sure. I was completely focused on Storm sucking me from his fingers.

“Tight and sweet. Like honey. Maybe I was wrong after all. If you fuck anything like you just took my fingers, then perhaps that is your biggest talent.”

My head jerked back as if he’d just slapped me, and he might as well have done just that. Grabbing my skirt, I shoved it back down and found my balance as I straightened.

“Bastard,” I ground out as the shame of all I had just let him do to me sank in.

He chuckled. He actually fucking laughed.

“What? You use it for your gain all the time. I was just saying I understand it now. But then I didn’t fuck you, so I can’t be sure.”

I was going to shoot him. “Shut up,” I snapped, taking my gun from the car and jerking the door to my car open.

What had I been thinking? This man had never once been nice to me. But he could get me to ride his hand like a damn porn star in less than five minutes.

“Ah, little siren,” he drawled. “Did you think that me getting a taste of that pussy was going to change my opinion of you?” He made a tsking sound. “Silly girl. I’ve had a lot of sweet pussy. Yours wasn’t the first, and it won’t be the last.”

I hated him. I hated everything about him. Slamming the car door closed, I realized I was shaking as I put my foot on the brakes and pressed the button to turn it on. Never again. I would never ever get near him again. We wouldn’t even breathe the same air.

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, and I’ll cut your dick off.

But it wouldn’t come to that. Because he was dead to me.

• Fourteen •

We might need to get a new jockey.

Storm

“When are you going to tell me why you’re in such a fucking bad mood?” Sebastian said, setting a beer down in front of me before he sat down on the sofa across from me with his own.

“I’m not in a bad mood,” I replied, picking up the beer and taking a long pull from the bottle.

“Yeah, you are,” he replied. “You’ve been snarling and scowling for three days.”

I took another drink, not wanting to talk about this. He was right, but I wasn’t going to admit it. If I did that, I would have to admit why, and I preferred to lie to myself. It was easier than remembering. That look on her face. Goddammit! I slammed my beer down with more force than necessary, and I could feel Sebastian’s eyes on me. I’d just proven his point.

Shoving my fingers in my hair, I sighed heavily. “Guess I’m not sleeping great,” I muttered.

“Yeah, sure, that’s it. I mean, we often go forty-eight hours without sleep, and you always act like a complete asshole.” Sarcasm dripped from his words.

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