Page 40 of Stolen Seconds

“The thought of you dying at my hands brings me more pleasure than you think.”

A low chuckle vibrated in my chest as I rubbed my jaw in amusement.

This woman was an oxymoron that was for damn sure.

“Kill me later. For now, let me worship you.”

A light shade of pink flushed along her freckled skin, her breaths quickening as she bit her lip and held my gaze. “Say please.”

Was she doing this on purpose? I was nearly ready tohave a stroke from one touch but now? Her words might be my undoing.

I was at the complete mercy of this woman and the dominance she exuded was sexy as fuck. It only made me want to feed into it. . . something I’d never done before.

“Please.”

A satisfied smirk curved along her mouth as she hummed in approval.

And then I worshipped her.

I was gasping for breath, lost in the surge of a high when Irina got up abruptly, grabbed her robe and left the room.

When I rinsed myself quickly in the shower, I changed and left the locker room, hoping she was still here.

She might’ve left but something told me she hadn’t yet.

I waited outside, the sun slowly rising, an orange glow shading the horizon and pulled out a cigarette.

Inhaling a puff of smoke, I let it ground me, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins.

The doors swung open before Irina walked out, her feet coming to a stop when she saw me.

I inhaled another drag and walked toward her. “I’m taking you home.”

“No, you’re not.” Her blonde hair swayed in the wind, and I could tell it was still wet.

My jaw ticked from her lack of proper attire.

I removed my leather jacket and put it around her,pulling the hood over her head. A smile touched my lips at how it swallowed her whole.

“You don’t need to drop me home and you definitely don’t need to give me your jacket,” she snapped. “Just because we got each other off doesn’t mean I like you.” I would’ve let her outburst slide but then she had to continue her obscene rant. “I could’ve found someone else and done the same thing.”

My hand shot out and gripped her jaw, pulling her face close to mine.

Despite her pulse quickening, she stared at me with a narrowing of her eyes, her lips set in a firm line.

“I think I’ve given you too much leeway,piccola ribelle.”I brushed my lips across hers. “Would you like to find out what happens when you abuse my patience?”

“Do your worst.” Straight white teeth as she smiled at me. The odd part was it appeared genuine. “I might be into it.”

Her tongue would truly get her in trouble.

She jerked from my hold, and I watched as she walked toward a motorcycle parked at the corner.

No fucking way.

Irina pulled a helmet from the back compartment and put it on before swinging her leg over the bike.

The engine roared to life, and she drove out of the lot.

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