Page 69 of Snitches and Serpents

Now, however, Elle is aware that she is touching me. And she abruptly yanks her hands down from my chest to instead rest by her sides.

I suppress the urge to heave a sigh of relief. It’s so much easier to think when she isn’t touching me.

Raising my own hands, I brace them on the wall on either side of her head, trapping her there against the wall. Then I drag a highly deliberate glance up and down her body. Even though I’m not even touching her, her breath hitches from that long look alone.

“See?” I taunt. “You love this.”

“I don’t?—”

“Just like you loved it back then.”

Lightning flashes in her eyes as she stares up at me, but her breathing is still uneven. “No, I didn’t.”

I take one hand off the wall and brush a lock of her hair away from her face. A shudder rolls through her as I hook it behind her ear. I lean closer. So close that I can feel her unsteady breath against my mouth.

“You can lie to yourself all you want, sweetheart. But I could tell how much you liked it when I licked your cunt.” Another sly smile curves my lips. “And how much you liked it when I fucked you hard against that wall.”

Heat sears her cheeks again, turning them flaming red, and her chest rises and falls with sharp breaths.

“Is that why you came here tonight?” I bait, shifting my head so that my lips almost brush against hers. “Because you were hoping that I was going to fuck you again?”

“Your arrogance truly knows no bounds,” she retorts, but her voice is hoarse.

“And you still haven’t answered the question.”

“Not every woman wants to fuck you, you know.”

“I’m not asking about every woman. I’m asking about you.”

Her retort is cut off by a small gasp as I draw my hand down her throat and then slide my fingers over her bare collarbones before I start tracing them down the center of her chest. Another shudder ripples through her, and she sucks in an unsteady breath.

I slip my hand down to her hip. Then I brush my lips over her jaw and down her throat. A tiny whimper escapes her.

Wicked satisfaction pulses through me at the sound of it.

So desperate.

So fucking desperate for me.

Time to decimate her.

“I’m still waiting for an answer, sweetheart,” I murmur against the side of her neck while I brush my thumb over her hip. “Do you want me to fuck you again?”

Her chest heaves.

I kiss that sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder.

Something between a moan and a whimper slips past her lips.

“Yes,” she breathes at last.

“Hmm,” I hum against her skin.

Then I straighten again and once more lock eyes with her. Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are slightly unfocused. A vicious smile tugs at my lips.

Taking my hand from her hip, I brush it over her cheek. “I see. Well, you know how it works with drug dealers. The first taste is free.” I place two fingers under her chin, tilting her head farther back as I flash her a mocking smile. “But if you want more, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”

That sobers her up immediately.

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