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She crawled toward me in catlike formation, taking her sweet time doing so.

By the point she was close to my chair, I widened my legs, taking several deep breaths. She stopped just out of my reach, twisting her long hair around in circle after circle, and I realized I was panting like some fucking animal. Every sound was that of a kitten and it was far more enticing than I would have thought possible.

That was all I could take. Leaning forward, I fisted her hair, tugging her closer. “You’re a very bad girl to tease me this way.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” She crawled her fingers up the insides of my calves, and I knew if I didn’t free my cock soon, I would go blind from need.

“Because you know what happens.”

Her smile widened, the girl daring to bat her eyelashes at me as she took the drink from my hand, placing it on the coffee table.

I found myself sitting back, allowing her continued exploration. I even closed my eyes, which wasn’t like me in the least. But I refused to let go of her long strands of hair, purposely wrapping my fingers around a thick mass, ensuring she remained in position. I felt another jolt of electricity as she crowded closer, her long fingers now kneading the insides of my thighs.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my pulse skipping several beats. She yanked at my shirt, pulling it free from the tight confines of my belt, taking a few seconds to run one hand underneath.

The tickling sensations matched the building heat between us, my chest rising and falling as the desire was starting to get out of hand. Yet as she tugged on my belt, the kick of additional desire tormented me into maintaining what little I had of my patience.

As soon as she managed to tug the thick strap free, she took her time to unfasten the remaining buttons on my shirt. Just the way she was caressing my abdomen was enough of a treat for some men, but I needed her luscious lips wrapped around my cock.

“No more teasing. You must be thirsty.” My voice remained deep, the vibrations humming through me more incredible than any before. I didn’t care about her answer at this point, my selfishness taking over. “Suck me.”

She peeled away the material of my trousers, yanking on them and my underwear until my cock was finally freed. However, the hindrance of the material didn’t stop her from slipping one hand under my balls, rolling them between her fingers.

I finally opened my eyes, realizing my focus was nothing but a haze, but there was no doubt she was studying my reaction, maybe gauging her actions by the way I moved. Right now, my entire body was tense, and I pushed her head down. “Open wide, perfect dancer.”

Instead, she blew across my cockhead, barely darting out her tongue seconds later to further torment me. As soon as she slipped the tip across my sensitive slit, I threw my head back with a strangled bellow. I almost laughed since the sound was unusual enough that I was surprised Kane wasn’t pounding on the door.

While he’d heard the throes of passion or pain coming from my bedroom a long time before, the sound almost always came from the woman involved.

This was… spectacular, even if she was giving me blue balls.

“Open that sweet mouth of yours or I’ll pry it open,” I said authoritatively.

She finally obeyed me, something I would need to remind her of later, wrapping her succulent lips around my cockhead. The moment she used the pressure of her jaws, sucking as her tongue swirled, I was certain I’d died and gone to heaven.

Only evil men like me weren’t allowed into heaven for fear I’d burn it to the ground. The thought brought a sick smile to my face.

Bella squeezed my testicles, bringing me back to reality long enough for me to catch my breath. Yet the second she opened her mouth a little wider, taking more of my shaft into her hot, wet mouth, I reacted instantly. The moment I lifted my hips, thrusting the reminder of my cock deep inside, the tip hitting the back of her throat, she issued a robust moan around the thick invasion.

Her gagging sounds didn’t bother me, my need to control her erupting into the open. I wanted her to feel the burn and need like I did. Even though I was fucking her mouth brutally, she was still squeezing my balls, adding enough pressure she was providing me with the pain I needed to garner satisfaction.

I lolled my head from side to side as her strong jaw muscles continued to allow her to suck with the ferocity of a lioness.

She was mewing and moaning, her sounds matching my animalistic growls. The two of us were carnal beasts and nothing more. I bucked hard, jamming my cock what felt like halfway down her throat. I wasn’t being gentle, nor did I believe I could be at this point.

Bella struggled to please me or so I believed but only seconds later, I noticed tears in her eyes. For all the times I’d shoved my cock down a woman’s throat, had heard their pleading cries that I’d ignored, her silence was far too debilitating to ignore.

I pushed her away, the force enough she fell onto her bottom. After that, I grabbed the basically empty glass, pulling an ice cube into my mouth and sucking it. My mind reeling from my raging desires, I wrapped my fingers around her throat, yanking her back to her knees. Only this time, I captured her lips, immediately slipping the ice cube into her mouth.

For a few seconds we passed it back and forth before I allowed her to break the connection, once again crawling just far enough I couldn’t snatch her back. But as with all things, my patience had been tossed aside and I stood, taking a single long step forward as she crunched down on the ice cube.

When I swept her into my arms, cradling her against my chest, she uttered a surprised cry. There was no need for additional words, no supplementary time for foreplay.

I headed for the steps leading to the top floor of the hotel, the second story to the penthouse and into the main bedroom.

And with the only gentle gesture I believed I had left in me, I slowly eased her to the bed.

However, I was going to be anything but tender, the need for her completely out of control.

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