Page 8 of Merciless Sinner

“Tell me why you decided to come here, kitten.”

She hesitated in answering. So long he practically heard the gears turning in her mind as she tried to find the right words to voice her desires without giving too much away to someone she didn’t know from Adam. It was an age-old dance and one he wished they didn’t have to go through.

“Fantasy,” she blurted. “I—uh—I mean this club, it’s the kind of place that fantasies are made of.”

“Hmm…” He didn’t necessarily disagree. The Glass Kat was known well for their fantasy fulfillment…

He trailed his fingers along the curve of her neck and across her collarbone. The skinny straps holding up her dress were no match for a man of his tastes. He banked the urge to rip them away and instead continued a path across her skin to the dip that led to the cleavage the dress had been designed to enhance.

The silk provided little barrier against his probing touch. Harper’s lips parted on a sigh when he circled her hardened nipples. They reminded him of small pebbles the more he stroked them. Through the flimsy fabric he pinched the tips, elongating them between his fingers. She gasped, her back arched, pushing her breasts fully into his hands.

Alex smiled. How could he not when she’d made this so easy for him?

He released her and she moaned in protest, clearly hoping for more. Immediately, he reached for her again, this time applying twice as much pressure as before. Her mouth gaped in surprise. This time he pulled and twisted until she writhed against him. Her harsh breaths mingled with his, an obvious sign of the pleasure she derived from the mixture of pain and pleasure he applied. Every hope he’d harbored about her willingness and likely response was coming to fruition. Time to step up the game.

“I love how easily you respond.”

She jerked a few inches away and color flooded her cheeks. Her arms flew up in a half attempt to push him away.

He gripped her nipples tighter. “No, don’t be ashamed. That was meant as a compliment not an insult. You are almost more than I’d dared hope for.” He squeezed a fraction harder. “Tonight is going to be a delightful experience, my little kitten. So feel free to scratch, but be careful where you bite. I do bite back.”

She whimpered a second before he released her. The flushed rose of her skin and the light sheen of sweat at the edge of her hair pleased him to no end. She’d gotten more aroused the further he pushed. He ached to lift her skirt and dip his fingers in her cunt. Although he didn’t need a test to know he’d find her dripping wet for him. He did however, desire a taste.

His cock jumped in his pants at the thought. Already his imagination fired on overload with images of his face buried between her legs or thrusting between her thighs while she milked him of his release. Any of the above would do.

When the muscles of her shoulder relaxed, he pulled her into his arms once again. Without giving her a chance to say a word he covered her mouth with his, taking the kiss he desperately needed. He drank in the taste and texture of her mouth on an inward groan.

Everything about her was so damned sweet. Her tongue tentatively met his when he thrust beyond her lips to the warm recess of her mouth. Alex put everything he felt into the kiss. The instant rush of lust he’d experienced the first time he’d seen her to the moment he’d seen her enter the club tonight on the security screens. Needing to be inside her so bad he nearly ached with it, he wrapped his arms around her and cupped the globes of her curvy ass.

Silky hair brushed his neck and he groaned in response. It would be so easy to change his plans and allow himself to get lost in her tonight—alone. Alex wrenched his mouth free and stared down at her upturned face. The blindfold hid her eyes but he didn’t need them to see what he needed to see. Her breath came in pants, her hands had gripped his biceps with the grip of death the moment their mouths had met. She wanted this. The fantasy she’d called it. And he would give it to her, hook, line and sinker.

Alone it would be too tempting to unleash his control with her. She already tempted him even more than he’d expected. No, he’d definitely made the right call.

“Are you ready for the rest of your fantasy then?”

He watched her lips part, the slight nod of her head. “Yes, Sir.” Her breathy answer pulled at his resolve.

Alex straightened his spine and tamped the soft side of the man who wanted her all to himself down. The Dominant needed to come out to play and it was now or never with her. “You sure about that?”

He slid his hand underneath her dress and cupped her bare mound. A wave of hot moisture seared his hand, threatening his sanity. It annoyed him that she’d gotten so effectively under his skin. She was going to be even more trouble to his life than he’d thought.

“So if I do this you’re not going to try and run away?”

He pushed his fingers through her slick folds and toyed with her clit.

Her shocked gasp sounded close to his ear but her fingers tightened on his arms a moment before she pushed out a no.

Her wet skin and mewling responses beckoned him to her opening where he teased her mercilessly by rimming it a few times before thrusting inside. With the heel of his hand he massaged her clit, while the two fingers embedded inside sought the bundle of nerves guaranteed to send her over the edge.

Dear God this woman had a hold on him. With his left hand he grasped her ass and pulled her tight. His hard-as-a-fucking-rock dick dug into her hips, seeking relief. It took every ounce of self-control not to lift her legs and impale her right then and there. Everything about her called to him on such a primal level that if he did unleash his control there’d be no stopping for a very long time. Not even her safeword could save her then. That’s the mindfuck he had going and it unsettled him.

As if on cue, Harper’s channel clenched around his fingers, a silent plea for release. He dipped forward and nipped the edge of her neck with his teeth. When her rough breaths against his neck signaled an orgasm, Alex pulled himself free and took two steps away, giving them some desperately needed space.

“Sir,” she gasped.

“As much as I enjoy the breathy sound of respect falling from your lips, there will be no coming until I say so.”

A slight frown formed on her face and a red blush crept up her neck. He’d bet money that she was debating whether to tell him off or plead with him for more. He smiled at her petulance before brushing a quick kiss across her lips. He raised his hands and touched her nipples through her dress once more. He imagined them bared and clamped and then later, raw and tender from his attention.

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