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“Are you so desperate for my attention that you’re trying to piss me off? Congratulations, firecracker. Mission accomplished. You now have my undivided attention.”

For a moment, I can only stare at her, soaking in her beauty, because I finally have her on my bed, spread before me. And fuck if she doesn’t look like Persephone, the red-haired Greek Goddess of the Underworld, with her flowing auburn locks and gold dress draped over her full, pert breasts.

New Orleans locals often refer to me as the kingpin of the Bourbon Street underworld, and seeing her like this I can imagine Abbie as my queen. I want her to rule my kingdom at my side and be the mother of my children.

Shaking my head to clear the lust and visions of our future from my mind, I remind myself to focus on the task at hand, which is punishing Abbie Bates being a naughty girl tonight. Nervously, she moistens her lips, her bravado fading. She knows what’s coming. I reach down, grab both her ankles and slide her to the bottom edge of the bed. In one swift movement, I flip her on her stomach, reach for her wrists, pinning them behind the small of her back. She begins to kick and flail, but it proves ineffective as I straddle her legs to prevent her from moving.

Her sweat-covered, nearly naked body writhes beneath my hands while her muffled curses shoot from the depths of the bedding. Her ass is now completely bared to my view as I grip her hands more firmly. My cock throbs with need and my blood runs hot with desire for this woman. Raising one hand, the other holding her wrists, I slap one ass cheek, causing a red mark to appear on her flawless skin. Her movements still.

I can barely make out her muffled protests, but I do hear, “Fuck you, I’ll snap your balls off and make you choke on them, you controlling asshole. You can’t spank me!”

For the first time tonight, a smile tugs at my mouth. She can’t see it, but it’s there. This woman is made for me. Even her violent threats spewing from those soft pink lips turn me on. I love her fierce nature and fiery attitude- despite the fact that she makes me want to paddle her ass until her flesh glows bright red and she begs for mercy. I continue to spank her using the flat of my hand, alternating between one cheek then another. Soon, she’s had enough and is quietly snuffling in the bedding, her shoulders shaking with her crying.

Caressing the soft, now reddened skin of her bottom, I lean down to kiss one red cheek, then the other. She clenches at the soft contact as if not expecting it from me. Gently, I roll her over so I can see her amber eyes shimmering with emotion, pushing a stray tendril of her hair from her cheek. She grasps my fingers with her own small ones and holds my hand to her face as if she’s seeking comfort in my touch.

“Oh, firecracker, what have you done to me?” I lower my mouth to hers, my tongue tracing the soft fullness of her lips, becoming more assertive as I seek to drink her in, devour her, and demand a response.

Chapter 10

Abbie

Hepullsaway,hisgaze hungry, and his control seemingly hanging on by a thread.

“You are exquisite,” he whispers as he slides the strap of my dress down one shoulder. His eyes follow the movement, never leaving my chest as one breast tumbles free. My nipples ache and my body burns for him. He steps away from the bed and I immediately feel the loss of his warmth.

I squirm as his eyes rove over my body, drinking me in. He approves of what he sees as evident by the large monstrosity growing in his pants.

Oh, wow. It is so, so big.

There’s a tingling in my core, as I gulp, meeting his eyes. He gives me a slow, sensuous smile because he knows what I’m thinking.

He removes his coat, takes off his holster, and places it on the nightstand. Then he methodically removes his cufflinks, eventually unbuttoning his shirt to reveal his chiseled chest and carved six-pack abs with that fantastic v-shaped of muscles disappearing in the waistband of his pants. The man could make a living as a professional stripper because this is the sexiest strip tease I’ve ever seen. Well, I actually haven’t seen any, but if I had, I know he would have old ladies stuffing dollars in his thong every night.

Unbuckling his belt, he watches me with dark ravenous eyes.

“Goddamn,” he growls. “Take the dress off, baby,” he commands. “I need to see what’s mine.”

I take a shuddering breath as I follow his order, shimmying out of my dress, dragging it down my body. Now, I’m spread before him in only my gold dress and shoes. He reaches for my foot with one hand, holding it high in the air, caressing his hand down my calf. Turning his head he carefully unties the straps of the shoe, removing it and placing a gentle kiss almost reverently on my ankle. His strong, tattooed hand stroking my calf is incredibly erotic. He places my foot on his shoulder, reaching for the other, doing the exact same thing. At this point, I can’t even process this moment as being real. My skin tingles from his touch, and I give a tormented moan, needing more.

His lips trace a sensuous path, spreading my legs wide as he lowers his head to lick my pussy lips, eventually settling on my clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue, devouring me. He then adds a finger inside me, curling it and caressing my inner walls, finding a secret spot I didn’t even know existed. He pumps his finger, adding another, the wet sounds of my arousal echoing around the room. The tension mounts, spiraling upwards, seeking relief only he can give me. With a crook of his fingers, his tongue caressing my clit, he sends me over the edge.

My back arches, my hands gripping the sheets as I surrender to the pleasure, losing all touch with the world around me and needing something to ground me as my orgasm rolls through my body, causing me to tremble uncontrollably.

He continues to lick and lap at my pussy until I am shaking and limp.

Grinning triumphantly, he moves up, kissing my lips, and I can taste myself in his kiss.

“Such a good girl,” he whispers against my lips. “I could watch you come all day. You’re so damn beautiful.”

Flushing with embarrassment at his words, I know I need to tell him my secret.

“Chord, you should know you…you are my first,” I whisper shyly, “as in ever. I’m a virgin.”

“I know, sweet girl,” he says as he leans down to taste my lips again. “You just need to trust me to take care of you, I’ll make it so damn good for you. I love knowing you saved yourself for me. This,” he says as he cups my bare folds possessively, “was always meant to be mine.”

I bite my lip, nodding, but still feeling apprehensive. I’ve seen the monster cock he’s sporting, and I’m worried. He’s so large and thick, and I’m a small person.

“I do trust you.” I tell him and caress the soft scruff on his chin with both hands, cupping his face.

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