Page 94 of Queen Of Dark Money

Rightnow,Iwasn’tKenzie, sweet, caring, and calm.Iwasn’tKerenza, the subservient captive with a wild streak.IwasKittyKat, the wily beast who took what she wanted from men and left them begging for more.Sheknew what she wanted and how to get it, and didn’t take shit from any man.

Leastof all this one.

“Ithink you like being told what to do,”Ipurred in his ear, hair still gripped in my hand, my other hand trailing toward his waistband.Thesound of his gasp in my ear asIpalmed him through his pants was enough to make me wet.Likethe finest melody, he was giving me whatIneeded.Whathad been taken from me the momentIset foot in this city.

Control.Power.Choice.

Neveragain.

“Mmm,” he moaned, his lips parted just a hair. “You’rehaving fun, aren’t you?”

Ijerked his head back further, and he howled in pain, his hands coming up to dislodge mine.Hewas spitting mad, the fire in his eyes nothing to be toyed with, butIhad plans to do just that.

“Thefuck, bitch?”Heshoved me back andIwent willingly, sliding off the car’s hood soIcould ‘stumble’ toward the elevators.Iassumed he didn’t live in the fucking parking garage.Sureenough, his hand slammed against the up button as he pinned me to the wall with his body and lowered his lips back to mine, taking what wasn’t offered to him. “You’retrouble.”

“SoI’vebeen told,”Ipointed out, grinding against his growing bulge. “Stilldoesn’t stop you men from wanting me.”

Theelevator doors opened, and heaven help us if someone else had been on it, because we wouldn’t have known if a bomb went off around us.Wepractically fell into the box, my back slamming into the wall so hardIlost my breath.Hedidn’t stop, though, andIwatched as he kicked a leg out and hit the only button on the damn thing without a number–R, it read–with the heel of his boot.

Wepawed at each other like there was no time left, we might run out of air before we could fuck, and we were determined to beat the clock.Hishands were everywhere, as were mine, andIwished desperately thatI’dworn a fucking skirt instead of these leather monstrosities.

“Fuck,Iwanna bury myself inside you,Kenzie,” he muttered against my collarbone, nuzzling the base of my neck with his nose. “God, you smell like sex.”Hishand ran over my pussy through my pants, andIwhimpered with desperation. “Howmuch do you like these pants?”

“Fuckthese pants,”Isaid breathlessly, ready to teach him real control. “Ripthem at the seam?”

Heknelt immediately, his hands spreading my thighs open, a feral growl emanating from his chest.Fuck, for all that he was a complete and utter asshole, he was such a good fucking boy when he was taking orders.Andthe sound of his voice was orgasmic when he turned on that raspy rumble.

Witha flick of his wrist, he produced a pocket knife from his waist and glanced up at me, still on his knees, a sinister smile on his lips. “Doyou trust me?”

“Notas far asIcould throw you, but do it.”Ispread my legs further, bracing for his hands on me again. “You’dbetter not stab me, though.”

Hishands moved quickly, slicing the seam up the middle, exposing my bare pussy to the air.Iwas fucking dripping for him, and his groan of approval was enough to nearly buckle my knees.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered reverently, dragging a finger through my folds to collect some of my arousal.Iwhimpered needily, hoping he’d stick those fingers deep inside me.Ialso wondered how long we had until this elevator opened on some unsuspecting resident of the building he’d brought us to.

“Howfar up are we going?”

Hiseyes met mine, and that grin widened ever so slightly. “Theroof.”WhenIdidn’t answer him, he dug deep for the answerIreally wanted. “Eightyfloors.”

“Good, then we have time.”Ispread my legs a bit, smiling at the sound of tearing leather. “Liftme up soIcan grab the ceiling.”

Theroof above our heads was diamond-crossed metal, leaving holes just wide enough for me to slip my fingers into and grip onto.Withouta word of argument, he grabbed me under my thighs, hoisting me up to the heightIneeded.Igripped the ceiling, tossed my legs over his shoulders, and scooted my pussy toward him, rocking my hips into his face pointedly.

“Eatme,”Isassed, and like the good boy he wanted so badly to be, he went to town.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

RAFE

I’dnever imagined being in this scenario before.Anyonebetween the roof and the garage could hit the elevator button, riding it down or up, exposing us to the rest of the building.Butif she didn’t care, well, then neither didI.Iput my tongue to her sweet, dripping folds and worked her over likeIwas worshipping at an altar.

Mytongue rammed into her cunt, her back arching, fingers gripping that metal grating so hard her knuckles were turning white.Iran a thumb over her clit, relishing the soft little moans she made as she rode my face, hanging in the air, in a public elevator, in the middle of the day.

Fuck, this was so much fun.

Shethought she was in control, but little did she know,Iwanted her to think that.Iwanted her to believe she was in control, all the way up til the momentItook the reins back and fucked her senseless.Beforethe night's end,I’dhave her on her knees for me.Guaranteed.

Theyalways did end up on their knees, begging me for my cum.

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