Page 11 of Meet Me In The Dark

“Who’s calling the shots here, gorgeous?” But to reward her, he started unbuttoning his shirt. This sped her up, and she wriggled her tights down her body. He paused in unbuttoning to help her slide the tights off her feet until she was naked except for a pair of silky black boy shorts and a see-through black lace bra. He’d known her tits were big, but he wasn’t prepared for the way they filled the cups, the way her berry pink nipples strained against the fabric. It had been one thing to see her, clothes on, flirting with Conor and other men. A whole other to see her almost bared,to him.

Just for him.

Only for him.

He finished unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it off and following it with his undershirt, tossing them on the ground. Who cared if they got wrinkled? He had more important things to worry about.

Like the wet spot between Kara’s legs.

“Bra and underwear off. Now,” he barked. Micah didn’t give orders—he topped from the bottom, he made other people think they were calling the shots he was making, and he liked it this way. But something about this woman had peeled back his layers until he was just another bossy asshole telling her what to do. And yeah, she liked it—he only had to look at the red splotches across her body to know she liked it—but this wasn’t his way.

What was she doing to him?

As if she could feel his hesitation, she stood there, head tilted and watching him.

She didn’t need to be bossed, she needed to be led.

“You want to take everything off, don’t you, baby? Your poor nipples are hurting, your cunt is throbbing, it’s so needy. But you’re not going to get what you need until youdo what I want you to do. And you want to do what I want, don’t you, baby? You want to please me.”

Breaths speeding up, Kara worked off her bra. Micah, trying not to get caught up in his triumph, dropped to his knees and pulled her underwear off her body, slowly, letting the fabric pool at her knees, and made sure he stroked her legs as he freed them and let the panties drop to the floor, forgotten.

And then he descended on her cunt—and into madness.

That’s what it felt like, as he kissed her inner thighs and nibbled on her labia and licked and sucked and feasted—he didn’t feel like a man, he felt like an animal, like a bull who had been taunted one too many times with a red flag. She writhed underneath him, and he gripped her hips, aware on some level he was going to leave bruises and not caring. Kara shrieked and pleaded and mumbled nonsense as he ate her, her hands alternating between beating his shoulders and stroking his hair, pushing him away and holding him to her, and her gibberish only stoked the fire inside him higher. When he felt her tightening beneath him, about to go over, he searched for some semblance of control and forced himself to gentle his ministrations.

“Don’t you dare come,” he breathed against her perfect pussy, looking up at her finally and catching the look in her eyes. If she’d been turned on and terrified before, he didn’t know how to categorize what she was now.

He liked it, though.

“Micah, please…”

“You chose this, baby,” he murmured, placing a kiss against her trembling thigh. “Are you regretting it now? If you are, I’ll stop. I’ll leave and you’ll never see me again.”

“I don’t like ultimatums,” Kara responded shakily, and for that, he bit her where he’d just kissed her.

“Damn it, Micah!”

“Ask nicely.”

She growled again—god, it was a cute sound—but she said, “please, pretty please, Mr. Bossman, let me come.”

She couldn’t know, of course, how Mr. Bossman would set him off.

“I may not bethe boss, but I have no problem being your boss,” he told her, before diving back in and edging her again, once, twice, three times, in retaliation. He was so hard he thought he might just come from the taste of her, from her writhing, trembling, helpless, needy body, her soaked and greedy cunt, and he resisted when she dragged at his head.

“Micah, Micah, please. Why are you so angry? What did I do?” she sobbed.

Fucking hell, how did she see through him that easily?

No one, no one had ever…

If he weren’t careful, she would destroy him. Micah would’ve left her, right then and there, if he could have. If she hadn’t already dug her pretty little her claws into him. If he wasn’t already obsessed.

“The only one who is angry is your poor little teased and ravaged pussy,” he growled, andhisgrowl was not cute. “She’s so red and so wet. She hurts so bad, doesn’t she? She needs to come. Poor pussy,” he crooned directly to Kara’s cunt. “If only Kara would get with the program, maybe you’d get some relief.”

For that, he got actual claws: her nails in his neck. He grinned, feeling savage and brutal.

“What’s the, the—” she could barely get the words out as he licked her.

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