Page 113 of Seducer

Nothing would prevent me from keeping my perfect prize safe and happy.

I thrust two fingers past her tight channel while continuing to torment her clit, the tiny nub already swollen from my actions.

She swayed back and forth, teetering on the heels. I was able to see the outline of her fully aroused nipples pushing through the dress and my mouth watered at the thought of sucking on one then the other.

When I added a third finger, she fell back against me, wine sloshing from her glass. “You can’t get to me.”

“Oh, no? What am I doing now?”

Her laugh was throatier than before, the kind of sound that could make a man lose his mind from desperate need.

I slowed my actions, flexing my fingers then curling the tips. As I continued taking it nice and slow, she bucked against my hand. She was slickening my fingers as much as possible with her sweet juice. The little minx.

With a hard jerk of my hand, I removed the pleasure, cracking my palm against her bottom. There was no need to issue a command or words of any kind. Her smile allowed me to know she was enjoying every moment of the only action I called foreplay.

When I returned my hand, I allowed my actions to become more savage. Her pussy muscles were tight, gripping my fingers as a vise would. I enjoyed every moment of finger fucking her, drinking in more than just the fragrance of her feminine wiles. Every lilting sound was a sweet sonata, certainly not wild enough for a girl with legs a mile long and a sense of rhythm like no one else I’d met.

But my actions would need to do.

I placed my drink on the end table, wrapping my arm around her waist to keep her in position.

She gripped my arm, digging her nails into my skin as she was dragged into a moment of rapture.

I continued thrusting long and hard, never blinking as I basked in her various expressions, emotions running deep within her. When I could tell she was close to an orgasm, I pulled back in intensity, once again flicking my thumb back and forth across her clit.

She threw back her head just as she climaxed, trying her best to keep from making any noise. With her body shaking, I hugged her tightly against me, nuzzling my face into her neck as she covered my fingers and hand with her cream.

I continued to hold her as she slowly came down from the throes of ecstasy. There was something entirely too special about taking and keeping full control of her body. I was more enthralled than I’d been ever before, nipping her earlobe as she uttered several guttural moans.

When I finally backed away, she teetered back and forth, finally opening her eyes. With her shaky hand, she raked her long fingers through her hair, taking a sip of her wine as if nothing had happened.

I slipped my wet fingers into my mouth, sucking off her honey-laced juice. She was sweet inside and out, my seemingly innocent kitten who had claws like a lioness.

My mind was spinning in dark and filthy ways, the sexual tension remaining between us. After snagging my drink, I headed for the leather chair, taking position so I could watch her every move.

There was no telling what the woman would do.

She remained where she was, swaying back and forth to the song on my playlist. I watched her as intently as I’d done inside the club. She was more restrained, her persona entirely different than when dancing behind a mask. Yet her moves were just as seductive, structured as if she’d been trained by the best.

I could easily become mesmerized by her beauty and nothing else, although as she’d done at the club, she was using her craft as a weapon. Her lure was well received and my cock was pinching against my trousers.

I remained at rapt attention, sipping my drink as she danced around the room, often tossing her long hair from side to side.

The gesture was hot as hell and she knew I was unable to take my eyes off her lithe body. She certainly had a way of controlling her emotions as well as her body. I admired and respected her more than most, equally enthralled with her beauty. But I hadn’t gone into taking a role in the yearly game for a simple roll in the hay.

I’d done so to enhance my holdings. So to speak. She would be an excellent partner by my side, keeping me on my toes while I achieved additional greatness. For that, she was owed all the money and perks the contest could provide.

Tonight was merely a celebration in my mind, a physical signing of a contract. Whether or not she knew it, she’d sold her soul to me the day she’d pushed for an invitation for the contest.

She would have all the perks she craved, but they’d be doled out by me and me alone.

A smile turned into a smirk as I rubbed my index finger across my lips. She inched closer, giving me pouty looks until I wascaptured by her beguiling ways. She was an enigma, a woman with a past as dubious as mine.

While it had shaped her as mine had, she’d become the light where I’d become the darkness. There was no doubt in my mind together we were explosive.

Her intense privacy had solidified the hunger, burning away everything else but the need to capture and keep.

Both for her safety as well as for my privileged use.

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