Page 26 of Deadly Little Sparrow

I return my eyes to the road, the light outside fading rapidly as the sun continues to set and we leave the city in the rearview.

“Hands behind your head,” I say. He obeys immediately, his breath catching at the simple demand and his cock already starting to plump. I lick my lips, splitting my attention now between the more sparsely populated road and the temptation of Xaviaro’s nakedness. “Let’s see…” I coo. “We already know you like praise as much as you like my hands around your throat,” I muse, and he groans softly in agreement. I work to mentally size him up, trying to drill down to what it is Xaviaro really wants. What will make him shake and scream? What will leave his head spinning and his balls so drained that he’s unable to come again for the rest of his life without thinking of me?

I make another turn, taking us away from the rows of single-story houses lining either side of the road and up towards the private, wooded sanctuary that overlooks Wildcliff. Xaviaro holds perfectly still save for the involuntary tremor in his thighs, the only thing giving away his internal struggle to be good for me.

“You’re a pleaser, aren’t you, Xav?” I guess. “Not just in bed, in life. You’ll do anything for the people you care about. Even kill for them.” It’s not exactly a revelation, but it’s pieces of a puzzle slotting into place. “And you’ll do anything to please me too, won’t you?” A glance at his expanding cock tells me I’m on the right track. “You’ll suck me and fuck me any way I want you to. You’ll let me spank your ass red and then fuck you too.” None of it is a question, I already know that he would give me any of those things happily. “You kill men without blinking, but you would crawl over glass if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”

He whimpers and nods, his cock jerking and growing another half inch. “Yes, Sir.”

My own arousal is pulsing in my gut and between my legs like the throb of bass rattling through me. I slow the car to a stop near the edge of the cliff, the city skyline towering in the distance.

I unbuckle and turn in my seat, reaching over to loosen his tie and undo his buttons one by one. As I work my way down, his cock continues to stiffen until it rises and points towards his belly, a bead of precum glistening on his slit.

“Those are things you want for other people though,” I say softly, letting his shirt fall open to display the subtle muscles and dark hair on his chest and stomach. “What do you want, Xaviaro? What do you lie awake at night and dream about? What are the fantasies that fill your mind when you slip a hand beneath your million-thread-count sheets and wrap it around your aching cock?”

He swallows, his throat bobbing with the motion. I lean over and drag my tongue along his pulse point, savoring the salty flavor of his skin and the hints of the woodsy bodywash that has been embedded in my sheets since the other night. Or maybe it’s just imprinted on my brain.

“I want…” He swallows again and I put a hand on his chest, feeling the thundering beat of his heart and the uneven rise and fall of his breaths.

“Tell me.”

“I want to wear a collar of your bruises, Little Sparrow. I want marks on my wrists and tenderness all over my skin to remind me of the places you’ve touched me. I want to be owned and used. I want to be a vessel for someone’s pleasure instead of everyone’s pain, just for a little while.” He closes his eyes, but as soon as I grab his jaw, they pop open again, shining with a neediness that burrows inside me and awakens that same protective feeling as the last time. “I want you to see all the ugly parts of me and accept me for them. But mostly, I just want to let go and trust that everything will be okay.”

I climb over the center console and straddle his lap, the heat of his hard cock pressing against mine through my jeans. With one hand loosely around his throat, I bring my lips within an inch of his, tasting the sweetness of his breath as he exhales.

“You’re a sweet little murder marshmallow, aren’t you?” I tease gently, and he lets out a sound that’s somewhere between a laugh and a choked sob. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

“Yes, Sir,” he says again, and the certainty in his voice fortifies me.

I’m ten kinds of fucked in the head and there are a million ways this whole thing could blow up in my face, but whatever happens, there’s one thing I know for sure—I will fucking kill anyone who tries to come between me and this man.

I nuzzle my nose against his, a smile creeping over my lips as a filthy idea forms in my mind.

“Have you ever wanted to be hunted? Adrenaline coursing through your veins while you run for your life, not knowing what might happen if you’re caught?” I roll my hips, grinding my cock against his again, feeling the way it jerks and twitches as a deep, desperate moan rumbles in his chest. I bring my lips to his ear, nipping roughly at his lobe. “I’ll give you a three-minute head start. You’d better run.”

XAVIARO

My pulse is a deafening drumbeat in my ears, finding harmony with the rhythm of my footfalls against the soft grass. If I had even an ounce of blood in my brain for rational thought, I might be worried about grass stains on my shoes. Hell, I might have taken the time to zip up my pants before darting blindly into the dark, unfamiliar trees. I tucked my cock back inside my underwear at least. That has to count for something when I’m this fucking gone on lust, adrenaline, and the dizzying thrill of submitting to Sparrow.

I would happily let him strip me bare and do any damn thing he pleases with my body, but the dangerous glint in his eyes paired with the eerie quiet of the woods has managed to convince some primal part of my brain that being caught by him would be very bad.

A tremor runs through me at the sound of footsteps stalking closer in the darkness. My breath quickens and my body throbs with excited awareness from my toes all the way to my cock. Another slick of precum soaks into the expensive, silky fabric of my boxer briefs. I spin on my heel, prepared to make another run for it, but in the blink of an eye, Sparrow is there with that same menacing smirk that set my heart racing in the first place.

“Got you,” he taunts, a bungee cord he must have gotten out of my trunk dangling from one finger as he advances on me with the slow, slinking gait of a jungle cat.

I take a step back, the animal instinct in my brain urging me to either flee or fight as more adrenaline is pumped to all of my limbs. On instinct, my hand twitches for my holstered gun, but Sparrow’s smile only widens. He reaches back with his free hand and pulls my revolver out.

“Looking for this?” He cocks his head and holds the barrel up to his lips, pressing a kiss to the metal, his eyes glued to mine. “I’ve always heard that men get big guns to compensate for a small cock. I guess the opposite is true too.” he muses, eyeing the thick, aching bulge in my slipping pants.

“When did you…?”

He makes a tsk sound with his tongue on his teeth, dropping my gun to the ground with a soft thud and taking another step forward. “Tell you what,” he bargains, ignoring my question about when he managed to get his sticky fingers on my gun without my noticing. “Fight me off and you can do anything you want to me. But if I win, you’re all mine.”

Another pulse of heat ricochets through me. I flash a threatening, toothy grin right back at him. “You think that just because you took my gun, I’m helpless against you?”

He shrugs. “Let’s find out.”

Excitement buzzes over my skin and I launch myself at him without so much as a twitch beforehand to telegraph my move. But he’s expecting it, and he’s fast. He dodges me and dances out of my grasp, and for a second I think he’s going to turn the tables and I’m going to end up being the one chasing him through the woods. Instead, he feints one way, catching me off step before grabbing me by the arm.

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