Page 43 of Devil's Vengeance

Sitting back on my heels, I shrugged off my cut and pulled my shirt off, tossing it out of my way. Mariah bit her lip, giving me an appreciative once over that I answered with a grin before going after her clothes next. It was the librarian outfit that always made me see her as innocent. Button ups and skirts, modest dresses, fucking tights. She looked nothing like a sweetbutt when she went to work every day. And fucking hell, it was hot. Today she had a pinstripe button up and a long skirt that I couldn’t stop thinking about lifting to see what hid underneath it. I ducked down, trailing my tongue along her skin as I unbuttoned the shirt. She arched her back, encouraging me, and when I pulled it open enough to tease along the edge of her bra, she moaned and twisted her fingers in my hair.

Tugging her hands free, I put them up above her head, giving her a pointed look. She looked torn for a second between behaving and pressing her luck, but I distracted her by sucking her nipple through the lacy material of her bra. She gasped and moaned, the sounds going straight to mydick. I considered myself pretty patient dealing with the women of the crew all the time, but Mariah was seriously testing my limits making noises like that.

I lifted her long enough to tug the shirt free, flicking open her bra at the same time. When I dragged it down her arm with one finger, she huffed out a laugh and rolled her eyes.

“Show off.”

My grin was smug when I said, “You haven’t even seen half of what I can do, gorgeous.”

Hooking her ankle behind my knee, she twisted in a smooth move that ended up with me on my back and her straddling me. She raised an eyebrow smugly.

“Same goes for you, handsome. You should probably stop underestimating me.”

That was for fucking sure. That was hotter than hell. I let her keep her spot for now, mostly because it gave me access to those gorgeous mile long legs. I ran my hands up her thighs, pushing the skirt out of my way, devouring every inch of her I exposed. It was like unwrapping the sexiest present I’d ever received.

“These should be illegal,” I murmured, trailing my fingers along the tights. I thought they’d go all the way up, but they stopped mid thigh and were topped with a lace bit that was connected to fucking garters. Now that I knew they were there, it was going to make it significantly harder to keep my hands off her at work.

“Guess I’ll finally fit in with you then, won’t I?”

It was my turn to roll my eyes. I had a comeback all lined up, but my hands swept backward to cup her ass and I got distracted by the uninterrupted skin. Fuck. What kind of librarian wears a thong?

Deciding I was missing too much with her clothes on, I flipped us again and moved enough to pull the skirt off her. Sure enough, she wore a sexy see through thong and garters attached to those tights. She was like every man’s wet dream and she was lying in my bed, giving me a heated look that said she was down for whatever I had in mind. And damn, I had a lot in mind.

Trailing my finger along her sex through the see through material, Iraised an eyebrow at her. “What are the chances I can get you to take these off and leave the rest of it on?”

Her smile grew and drew me to her like a moth to a flame. I captured the expression with my mouth, tangling my tongue with hers. Fuck. All my ideas had to wait. I needed inside her. Right fucking now.

Going years without a hookup except for that one drunken night a few weeks back didn’t leave me with a lot of patience.

Stretching to my nightstand, I grabbed a condom without breaking the kiss. I yanked my jeans and boxers mid thigh, low enough for me to get my dick out, but I didn’t have the energy to wrestle my boots off, so I didn’t bother to go farther. I just wrapped my dick up and crawled back on top of her, tugging the soaked material of her panties out of the way so I could line myself up properly.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but she seemed into it, wrapping her legs around my hips as I pushed inside her. Just like the last time, it was fucking perfect. She was tight and hot and so damn wet, it made the glide smooth as hell. I drew my hips back and thrust in again, biting back a groan.

“Fuck, you must’ve fallen from heaven or something to end up so goddamn perfect.”

She moaned, throwing her arms around my neck to draw me closer. I let her for a minute, fucking her mouth with my tongue in cadence with my hips snapping against hers. I was an asshole for not dragging it out for her, but she didn’t sound disappointed. And when my hand slid up and rested on her neck again, she arched into it, encouraging me.

I squeezed experimentally, but not for more than a second. Breath play was fucking serious, and I wasn’t doing shit without her permission.

“Yes or no, sweetheart?”

She nodded quickly, her eyes hooded and lust filled. “Yes.”

CHAPTER 27

MARIAH

I must’ve been out of my mind. I’d never actually let someone choke me during sex before. I’d read about it in romance novels, I knew the risks, but never really trusted anyone to experiment with it before. I trusted Chase. Not only because he did everything in his power to keep me and every woman in his life safe at all costs, but because he asked first. Not just with a questioning look or starting to see if I’d stop him. He asked point blank if I wanted to do it and I knew if I said no, he’d back off instantly. I trusted him enough to try it.

“If it’s too much, tap my wrist. I’ll stop,” he said, his voice full of gravel.

I nodded again, licking my lips as nerves swept through me. He didn’t start right away. He went back to what he was doing, moving his hips in a slow seductive roll that made my toes curl but wasn’t enough to get me off. He wasn’t interested in quick and dirty like last time. His eyes locked on mine, his weight on one hand, the other resting loosely on my neck.

It wasn’t until I was fully focused on the feel of him inside me, moaning with each thrust, that his hand slowly tightened. Not on my windpipe, since that was dangerous. He obviously knew what he was doing to play this way safely. He put pressure on the sides of my neck. Tingles swept through me at the sensation and I went a little lightheaded. When itwas almost too much, he released me again and I sucked in a breath, moaning as pleasure swept through my body.

“Again?”

My belly tightened at his question. Charming Chase was kinky and I liked it.

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