Page 19 of Broken Saint

"Your designs are gorgeous, but it's what's underneath them that concerns me the most. If I want to finger or fuck my pussy, then I don't need expensive silk and lace blocking my path."

"Ohh," she mouthed on a gasp as my finger grazed the very fabric I spoke of. If I thought that might make her protest, I was wrong. I don't know how I got so lucky and unlucky with her all at the same time. This amazingly sensual woman never backed down from a single challenge I threw at her.

And now she was mine.

Had been, since the moment I sat down next to her in that fucking hotel bar and the decision to break protocol had been made. Break. What a joke. I obliterated it on my way straight to hell.

My fucked up life had turned dark so many years ago that I believed no amount of working for the system would be enough atonement. And yet none of that was going to change the fact that I would claim Nova as mine. Right here. Right now.

"Or if I want to bend you over and enter you from behind, and I don't have the patience to wait? I won't." I bent to nip at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. "Like now."

Her low moan spurred me to continue. Between my tight fist still pulling at her hair and my teeth and tongue working her pretty little neck, we were both falling fast. So I reached under her skirt, curled my fingers into the narrow strip of lace that kept her covered and ripped them from her body.

"Oh my God," she gasped again, her body bucking into my hand."What are you doing to me?"

"Whatever I fucking want. It's about time we made it crystal clear that this is mine." I shoved what was left of her panties into my pocket and returned to cup her pussy. I teased the slit with a finger, pleased to find her more than ready for whatever happened next.

This moment right here reminded me how lucky I was to have discovered exactly how sensual and responsive she was. Submissive was one thing, able to express herself and her needs was another.

I dipped one finger inside her and nearly lost my mind. That tight clasp took my breath away every god damned time. She was so fucking tight. Before I lost my mind completely, I withdrew and took a beat to calm my own racing heartbeat. I would fuck her whenever and wherever I wanted, whether that was out on the open balcony of her suite, or right here only steps away from her responsibilities. I was that fucking depraved.

Although, for now, I only wanted to toy with her.

I did however, plan to watch her come.

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