Page 125 of Seducer

While there’d been no recent hunts, I was hoping one day he would break the cycle. I did so adore him in a mask.

He rubbed the flats of his hands down my sides. “I think you need to be fucked right here. Right now.”

“I don’t know if I can allow that, Zach.”

“Oh, then you need to be reminded who owns you. Plus…” He took a slight step away, pulling something from his jacket.

I watched in glee as he placed my favorite mask over his face, even lighting up the LEDs. This time, the color was red.

The color of passion.

One of heat and fire.

And one of blood.

I was so turned on I could barely breathe. The man knew exactly what I liked. Would some people think me twisted as fuck? Probably, but I was just being me.

A better version of me. Stronger. More resilient.

And open to dark and delicious new things.

His breath was hot as he wrapped my hair around his fingers, pulling it aside. While he was careful with his actions, he crawled his fingers down my legs, gripping the material of my tight skirt. Taking his time, he eased it up past my hips, exposing my matching red thong.

The single crack of his hand against my bottom brought a smile to my face.

Another one created an intense throbbing between my legs.

The next four and I was wet and hot all over, even panting from excitement and anticipation. Every crack of his hand was painful, but oh-so delicious.

I spread my legs as far apart as possible while he yanked my panties to the side. When he drove all four of his fingers deep inside, I was fearful I’d drop to the floor.

Somehow, I knew he’d catch me.

He chuckled darkly as he thrust his fingers in and out. As usual, his actions were completely methodical. I stared into the mirror, taking gasping breaths from the look of his mask. Scary and completely incredible.

When he was certain I was wet enough, he took a step back, unfastening his belt. I longed to do it for him, even dropping to my knees for a taste, but a quick look at my watch and I realized time was of the essence.

After all, we couldn’t be late for such an important meeting. How could we?

The moment he freed his rock-hard cock, I dragged my tongue across my lips, issuing several guttural moans.

“Hurry. Fuck me,” I begged him and he laughed.

“My little wild kitty needs me.”

“You have no idea.”

He waited for a few seconds, teasing me by sliding the tip of his cock up and down my slickened pussy. When he finally thrust it deep inside, I was pitched forward, slamming both hands on the glass.

There was nothing gentle about the man or his actions. He was as hungry as I was. He gripped my hips, pulling out and teasing me again, but when he slammed into me, it was as if every nerve ending was on fire.

I threw my head back, captured by the moment and the man. He was so brutal, so strong and I adored everything about him.

Including his dangerous persona.

We were fire and ice, melting together in a sea of lava. Nothing felt so good as having him buried deep inside.

Panting, he developed a sweet rhythm and within seconds, I was pushed to the edge. But damn the man, he sensed it and pulled back, smacking his hand on my already aching bottom three more times.

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