Page 23 of Vengeful Lies

My fucking temptation.

Potentially my undoing.

My cock pushes angrily against my pants. “I’m starting to think you really do want me to kill you with how hard you are,” she breathes, trying to keep face.

“I can be a generous man,” I reply. “As long as you sit like a good girl.”

I loosen my grip around her throat, waiting for her to move, almost begging for it. I enjoy pinning this woman down. I find italmost cute the way she tries to kill me. When my hand hovers over her collarbone and she still hasn’t done anything, I let my fingers feather along the tops of her breasts. She takes in a sharp breath, and I can feel the arousal radiate off her as if I’m already buried deep inside of her.

I cup her breast, testing, waiting for her to try and smash my nose with the back of her head. But it only adds to the thrill.How far will she let me go? How much does she want it?

I squeeze her tit and twist. She hisses, but her body arches further into me, that demanding little ass still wriggling against my cock.

Fucking hell.

“These perfect tits,” I whisper into her ear, waiting for her quick tongue to lash me with a reply. But when she remains silent, a male pride fills me. I’m still watching her in the vague reflection from the glass wall. I gently release her wrist and skim my fingers down her skirt. When I drift them back up, she lifts off me just enough so I can pull the skirt up higher.

The moment my fingers touch the lace of her panties, I realize with satisfaction that she’s already fucking soaking.

Fucking beautiful.

“You want this, don’t you?” I purr into her ear.

When she doesn’t respond, I twist her other tit, and she snarls under the savage contact.

“You’re already soaking wet for me.”

“There was a handsome guy down?—”

I move my hand from her breast and wrap it around her throat again, cutting off her airflow. I begin to circle her tight bud through her panties. “I suggest you never mention another man to me again. As of now, you are my property until I decide to discard you. Do you understand?”

She can’t speak, but she can nod. She doesn’t attempt to do either. But she also doesn’t try to free herself from my hold.

I slip my finger under the edge of her panties, dipping into the warm flesh that welcomes me. She moans and sinks back against my chest, and I can see the redness flush down the back of her neck from her lack of air supply.

“Do you like that, Kitten?” I ask, pumping my finger into her.

She moans, and I’m dying to replace my cock with the two fingers now working her slick pussy.

“Tell me you want it,” I coax as I loosen my grip.

After catching her breath, she admits, “It appears you might be useful for something after all.” Then she moans, and I smile as I slip a third finger into her, slamming into her pussy. She’s wriggling against my palm, thirsty for more. Thirsty for my cock.

Fuck, she feels even better than I could’ve imagined, and I’m pumping into her with my fingers, almost in disbelief at how wet she is for me.

“Sir!”

My cute little killer freezes at the sound of my new bodyguard coming to a stop behind us.

“Fuck off!” I grit out, but it’s too late. Jewel has already broken free of my grip, shimmying her skirt down as she steps out of my reach.

I glare at the new guard, whose eyes widen when he realizes he’s just triggered his untimely death.

“Anyway, that’s been an hour, asshole. Thanks for patching up my hand.” She makes a break for the staircase.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I growl, adjusting my rock-hard cock, as she looks over her shoulder with an antagonizing smile. I would usually break kneecaps if someone gave me that much sass.

She has the tenacity to wink at me before she flees down the stairs.

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