Page 17 of Unmasked Legacy

Giving me a concerned look, he hesitantly leaves the room, clearly not wanting to leave. “Call me, Mera. Soon.”

Wolfe steps aside, keeping the gun trained on him as he leaves, and when he’s gone, he kicks the door shut before turning back to me. I back up until I hit the bed and slowly lower myselfdown until I’m sitting on the edge. Wolfe, not saying a single word, puts the gun back into his pants and walks toward me. I hold my breath, unsure what his next move is or why he’s even here.

“That guy? And you had the nerve to question my taste in women.”

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from saying something sarcastic.

“Never heard a moan so fuckin’ fake in all my life.”

The nerve of this man.

“I was enjoying myself until you so rudely interrupted.”

“We both know you weren’t enjoyin’ shit. Would have taken that fucker ten more minutes to get a mild orgasm out of you.”

My mouth drops open. “Oh, okay then. Are you an expert now?”

He leans forward, putting his hands on his knees until our eyes meet. “I could have you moaning my name in less than two minutes.”

I snort.

He lowers down to his knees, taking one of mine in his hand and pushing my legs open until he’s nestled in between them. I open my mouth to argue, but no words come out. His finger trails up the side of my thigh, finding the hem of my skirt. He shoves it up, pushing it around my hips and then his fingers are gliding toward my panties.

“Just help yourself why don’t you,” I say, but my voice is more of a breathy whisper than a retort.

“You can say stop at any point,” he murmurs.

So why aren’t I?

Is it because the hum deep in my groin is so intense that I’m not willing to push it away, or maybe it’s that the man between my legs is so fucking edible that I just want to know how it feelsto be touched by him? Some would call this obsession; I call it curiosity.

His fingers slide my panties to the side, exposing me. I bite my lower lip, heart racing as he carefully pushes his fingers between my folds, finding me wet. A low growl leaves his throat as he runs his fingers up and down, before pushing the two middle ones deep inside me. I gasp, reaching back and gripping the sheets as he curls those fingers up while using his thumb to find my clit.

His hand is upside down, and the pressure of his fingers inside me and his thumb on my clit is exhilarating. I gasp as he begins slow circles with his thumb, rubbing it over my already swelling clit. The sensation already building in me far outweighs the one I had with Jace, and I inwardly curse because he’s right.

He can make me cum, and he can do it in minutes.

He fucks me with his fingers, never once taking his eyes off mine. Dragging them in and out, slick with my arousal, he knows I can’t hold on, that I’m getting close, because a slow grin spreads across his face. He just won, and he knows it. I don’t have time to curse at him, because an orgasm washes over me, causing my body to jerk and my moans to fill the room.

God damn him.

He keeps his fingers inside me until I’ve finished shaking, and only then does he pull them out.

“Less than two minutes,” he murmurs, bringing his fingers to his lips and sliding them into his mouth.

Holy shit.

My pussy clenches, wanting more, hating that he has this effect on me.

“He warmed me up,” I throw at him, my voice hoarse. “You just finished me off.”

Pushing to his feet, he keeps the grin.

“Tell yourself whatever you like, Kitten, but we both know you’re thinkin’ about how it would feel to fuck me. Unlucky for you, that’s the only taste you’ll ever get. I am only insulted once.”

Turning, he strides toward the door.

My mouth drops open.

---