Page 24 of A One Woman Job

I use my bow string to point at the parking lot. “March,” I growl.

But instead of following my order, she gives me an impish smile and dances farther into the train station. I don’t even hesitate a split second before following her, the beast beginning to snarl inside of me because it wants to possess Meg immediately and she’s playing games. A significant part of me loves this lighthearted side of her, but my cock is a different story. It’s swollen and irritable, because it has only experienced the tight clutch of her pussy one time.

Oh, she’s going to get what’s coming to her.

“Meg,” I rasp in warning.

All I hear is a giggle and my heart rate picks up even more, my leather belt biting into the growing curve of my shaft, my mouth salivating at the anticipated taste of her neck when I bite onto it like a fucking apple. Conflict wars inside of me—the beast who wants to rut and claw its sexual frustration into her. And the man in love who wants to feel her orgasm build, build, build, hear the sweet music of her whimper when she wets me.

A flash of white disappears around the corner and I put my head down and start to run, experience allowing me to speed up behind her without making a single sound. She doesn’t see me coming. One second, she’s laughing and disappearing farther and farther into the deserted station and the next, I’m yanking her back against my chest with a crooked elbow around her throat.

“I don’t advise running from me, Meg,” I say very carefully, against her temple, kissing it to soften the danger in my tone. “Ever.”

“I’m just playing around.” Her butt squirms in my lap. “I wanted you to catch me.”

“Why?”

“Because…” Red stains her cheeks. “You said you were going to be an animal this time.” Her head falls back against myshoulder, her half-mast eyes perusing me. “Animals don’t wait until they’re home in a bed, do they?”

I’m torched by lust. Filthy, nasty lust.

Hers matches mine, too. That’s what has me extra keyed up.

“You want to fuck right here, right now, little girl?”

“Yes,” she sobs when I squeeze her slim throat.

I scan our surroundings for a dark spot and find one several yards to the right, a shadowy section of the station where two brick walls intersect to make a private corner for what I’m about to do to her. The half of me that wants to treat her delicately rebels, but I remember she asked for it.Animals don’t wait until they’re home in bed, do they?

She tempts a demon.

“This time, you better march,” I say quietly, inducing a shiver in her. She moves in the direction of the shadows, her youthful Converse making progress on the pavement and when the darkness swallows us, it swallows me, too. I unhook my elbow from around her throat and set down my violin, along with the bow. “Put your hands on the wall,” I instruct, rising to my full height once more and unfastening my belt.

Watching her pale fingers spread on the brick, hearing the distant sound of conversation, wind, a train whistle. The button of my jeans being undone. Her swallow.

“Take off the shirt.”

Her wide eyes peer back at me over her shoulder. “Off?”

I don’t bother repeating myself, I simply take two strides forward and strip the shirt over her head, leaving her completely naked in the train station, save the sneakers on her feet. “Animals don’t wear shirts, either, right?”

She’s trembling, but not from the cold.

No, her head is turned slightly, so I can see her parted mouth. Her furrowed brow.

Meg is learning something about herself.

Dying to continue her education, I fist her hair and twist it around my wrist twice, pulling her head back. “You better keep your mouth shut while I’m slam-fucking that tight cunt of yours, because anyone who comes searching and sees you naked won’t live to see another sunrise.” I unzip my jeans and her legs scoot together, as if she’s trying to mitigate her horny reaction to my cock coming out, but I don’t allow it. I slide my booted foot between her sneakers and kick them apart. “Let it ache, baby.”

I think of the way she looked at my mouth when I told her I killed a man for looking at her. How heavy her lids became against her will, that pulse rollicking at the base of her neck. I keep that vision in my head while I pull the leather gloves from my back pocket and put them on in practiced tugs. Then I conform the front of my body to her back, nestling that tight little ass in my lap and skimming my gloved hands from the tops of her thighs, up her taut stomach to her tits, palming them gently. Gently.

Then I slide my right hand down to her pussy, gripping it savagely, and sink my fucking teeth into her smooth neck. Growling.

“You have thirty seconds to bury my dick where it belongs. I’m not helping you this time.” I slap her pussy, gratified to hear the snap of leather against dampness, but I like the broken sound of her moan even more when I slide my leather middle finger down the split of her cunt and stroke her clit. “Show me how you fuck Daddy like a big girl.”

“Oh. Ohhhh.” Her butt squirms in my lap, her breath coming in hot, abbreviated pants as she pushes up on her toes, rubbing her wet flesh against my ready cock. She drops her right hand from the wall and reaches between her legs to guide me to her slippery entrance, and I grit my teeth in sweet agony as she manages to push in the tip. “I can’t…it w-won’t…”

“Didn’t I tell you the hole was fucking tight?” She nods, writhing in whimpering circles on my dick, even though she’s only taken an inch. “Remember how it happened in my bed? You needed a good, hard shove to be filled up.”

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