Page 11 of Bloody Seven

"It is, actually. And I paid someone good money to make it look like this, thank you very much."

He paid someone to decorate? I guess that makes sense. Unfortunately, this means I still have no reason to kill him.

"Here, let's go sit. We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Are there drugs in this?" I blurt out before even thinking. Blame my father for the overactive thoughts.

"No, and I'll prove it to you." He grabs the drink and takes a big gulp before handing it back.

I eye him for a moment before deciding he isn't trying to roofie me and finally take a sip.

"You don't trust people, do you?" he asks.

"No," I admit before chugging the rest of the drink.

His eyes go wide as I stand, walk over to grab his whiskey, and down that one, too. I cross the apartment, placing the empty glasses on the kitchen counter before marching back to where he's seated and sliding onto his lap.

"No more games," I say, feeling his hard length pressing up against my center. His hands wrap around me, slipping under my dress to grab my ass.

"As you wish." He goes to lean in, but I put my palm on his chest, stopping him.

"This is only going to happen one way. I call the shots, and you do as you're told. If you have an issue with that, I'm afraid it will be better if I leave." I wait for him to tell me there's no way he's giving me control. Men never willingly give away control.

"Cupid, if you told me to lick the floor and beg for you, I would." He grins. "I don't know what it is about you, but I crave you. It sounds insane since we just met, but if doing what I'm told is what it takes to have you, it's a small price."

"Good boy," I say as I grab his shirt and pull his lips to mine. Licking the floor might be a bit extreme, but the idea of making him beg makes my body covet exactly that.

Chapter 5

Corbin

"Good boy," she says, making my stomach flip. This girl is going to be the death of me.

Her lips press against mine as my fingers grab her ass to pull her closer. Our tongues tangle with one another, and I find myself willingly holding back so she can take the lead like she wants.

She grinds against me, making me groan. "Cupid," I breathe out when her lips leave mine.

"You have no idea," she jokes, which is a bit confusing. "We shouldn't be doing this."

Oh, hell no. She's not about to call this off now. In the grand scheme of things, if she wanted to stop, I would, but she hasn’t said no yet. There has to be some sort of battle going on in her head.

I lean in and press my lips to her neck while sliding my hands up her back. She moans and tilts her head to give me more access. "Tell me you want this," I say, wanting her to be in the moment with me.

"I do, but..." she trails off.

"If you want me to stop, that's all you have to say," reassuring her.

"I don't want you to stop," she admits. "I want you to go down on me."

Well, fuck. I pull back and look her in the eyes. There’s a sparkle to them, almost like she's testing me somehow. She’s daring me to tell her no.

Challenge accepted. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her tightly while I use the other to help me stand from the loveseat. Her lips crash back onto mine as I maneuver us to my bedroom and flop her down on the edge of the bed.

Her heated gaze burns into me as I grin and fall to my knees in front of her. I grab one of her legs and pepper kisses up the inside of it, making her head tilt back. A soft whimper leaves her and goes straight to my cock, prompting me to repeat the process on the other side.

Her skin is so soft. I find myself consumed by it as I run my fingers up and down her legs before tossing one over each of my shoulders and wrapping my arms around her thighs to pull her closer to the edge. She dangles so far now that she falls back onto her elbows, giving me full access to what I want.

"You're not wearing panties," I point out with my heart pounding in my chest.

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