Page 5 of Lost Paradise

I whip my head around to the unexpected voice coming from the toilet cubicle and see the blonde American beauty sitting on it.

Well, hey, hey…. this is an unexpected turn of events.

“Yeah, actually, I do mind. Finish up, luv, and don’t forget to wipe.”

She scrunches up her nose in disgust and stands up from the closed toilet seat.

“Fuck you, asshole.” She strolls over and slides in front of me to wash her hands.

“I love this position you’re suggesting, but I don’t do desperate rich bitches.”

Those cold blue eyes look up at me in the mirror.

“I’m not interested in low-life criminals,”

“Whoa, that’s reaching below the belt. You don’t even know me.”

“I don’t want to know you.”

“You’re at my house, at my party.”

She reaches over to grab a hand towel, and I take the opportunity to box her in.

“Why are you washing your hands? You didn’t even use the toilet.”

“Why do you even care what I do?”

I shrug my shoulders, “Curiosity.”

“Curiosity killed the cat; don’t snoop into other people’s business.”

“Now I’m going to snoop into why you left your mates and sitting up here all by yourself. Missing something in your life? The athletic giant stuck to your side like glue, doing nothing for you?”

I move even closer, my face barely brushing against her hair, and her scent is intoxicatingly addictive.

She smells fucking radiant.

“I bet you prefer big, fat dicks,” I whisper, my voice low and deep. “Ones that can stretch your walls and make you scream from the pain.” I nuzzle my face within her hair and find her ear.

“I tick off all those needs, Princess. All you have to do is ask,” I’m so close, I could bite her ear and savor her taste.

She remains still, just staring at our reflection in the mirror, and I know she’s momentarily absorbing everything I’ve just offered her. Fuck, her scent is flippin’ phenomenal. I need to have her before the athlete does; it’s a craving that digs deep inside me, and I will not be satisfied until I get what I need to placate it. I might sell gear, but I’m not a user; nonetheless, I need my fix from this woman.

“Fuck you, Astro. I don’t associate myself with lowlife felons.” She comes to it and moves her hip to shove me back, but I remain exactly where I am and move my head away from her, laughing.

“You want me, girl. I can smell your pheromones.”

“The only thing you’re going to smell is my fist up your fucking nose if you don’t get the fuck off me,” she scowls.

Fuck me, she’s rough. A girl after my own heart.

“I bet you’ve never hit a person in your whole life,” I tease, seizing her hips and twirling her around to meet my gaze. Leaning in, I devour every inch of her face with my eyes, searching for the telltale signs etched across her features. “You haven’t screamed because you’re not afraid of me. Sure, I might have a few skeletons in my closet, but you're not trembling at the thought of being with a man like me. You crave me as much as I crave you.”

“I’m not…” her words die fast on my lips. She attempts to push me, and I grab hold of her wrists, pressing my body against hers until she meets the edge of the sink to keep her still. I force her mouth open and push my tongue through.

Her body quivers against me, my cock so hard, I feel like I’m about to explode from this kiss alone. She tastes like the sweetness of life, suddenly making me feel so fucking alive.

Electricity runs through both of us, and she moans a breathy little sound that goes straight to my knob. She strugglesagainst her own craving, but I refuse to let her go. I force my tongue deeper, dominating her mouth, marking her lips, and taking what I want.

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