Page 108 of Court of Evil

“Tate, oh gods,” she pants, her chest thrusting out as she grips me. I love how needy she is and how I can feel her feeding even as I force her pleasure higher. Her soft, pretty cunt is so warm against my tongue and face. Her delicious cream covers every inch of my mouth as I juggle her, holding her with one hand and sliding my other down so I can slip my fingers insideher. Her tight channel clenches around them as she cries out, her clit pressing to my tongue as I lap at her, fucking her hard with my fingers.

She’s so hot and tight, but I force a third into her, and she drips around my knuckles, her hips moving restlessly as I lash her clit, feeling how close she is.

Pulling back a little, I lick my lips, tasting her cream. “You know what’s good about being with a woman? We know exactly how we want to be touched, don’t we? I could have you coming within a minute, and you’d love it and beg for more, so remember that the next time someone else tries to touch what I own.”

My own desire is growing, and I know she’s feeding as I fuck her. I don’t mind. I actually like knowing she can taste how much I love this. Her pretty pink tongue darts out as her chest heaves, her full breasts straining against her stolen shirt.

“Lift your shirt,” I order as I look up at her. “Let me see your pretty tits bouncing while I fuck you.”

Groaning, she fumbles with her shirt, ripping it up and exposing her flushed chest and perfect tits, her nipples tight and ripe. She grips them, playing with them as they bounce with the force of my touch.

Fuck, the sight makes my cunt hot and slick, but I ignore my own wants as I fuck her with my fingers and tongue. Her cries fill the elevator as my own need fills my panties, but it’s her desire I focus on.

Curling my fingers, I force her tight cunt wider, even as I suck her clit, creating a pressure that has her panting above me as she reaches for her release—one I deny her as I stop.

Her whine fills the air, and I release her clit, kissing it. “Say you’re mine, Fang, and I’ll let you come. Say that you belong to Tate Havelock and you will let no one else touch you.”

“Tate,” she begs.

“Speak or I’ll stop,” I counter.

Her eyes narrow in anger, her power rising to stoke my own desire, but I ignore it and wait. “I could find someone else to get me off,” she snaps in annoyance.

I blow my breath over her wet cunt, and she shudders. “You could try, but I’d kill them as soon as they looked at you, and we would be right back here. Now say it and you can get what you want . . . what we both want.”

Her nostrils flare, her stubbornness fighting her desperation, until her voice comes, quick and annoyed. “I belong to Tate Havelock and I will never let anyone else touch me. Happy?”

“Yes, very,” I purr as I seal my lips around her clit and fuck her with my fingers. I set a quick pace, feeling her clench around me, and I know she’s close.

Smirking against her wet flesh, I bite down on her clit, and she screams.

Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she holds me to her cunt, winding her hips as she rides my face through her release.

I fuck her through it, and when she slumps back into the wall, I kiss her pretty cunt and pull my fingers out. As I suck them clean, I let her shaking legs lower to the floor, and then I stand up, catching her before she falls. Her eyes open, clashing with mine as I grin at her.

“That’s better, isn’t it, my good girl?” I murmur as I lean into her.

“I’m an entity of sexual pleasure and desire. I am immortal and the embodiment of beauty,” she grumbles.

“Yes, you are.” I smirk as I rub my thumb across her smudged lips. “You’re also my good girl.”

Her lips part, and then she pouts. “Fine, I want chocolate.”

“Okay, let’s get you some chocolate, babe.” Holding her hand, I tug her from the elevator, kicking my knife up and catching itone-handed before sliding it back in its sheath as she gapes at me. I wink, and she blushes.

Everyone is sleeping, but I can’t, so I climb from the puppy pile. I know they sense me leaving, but they let me go, knowing better than to stop me.

I find myself in front of his door, and before my hand is even raised to knock, it opens. He leans into the doorframe in some low-slung pyjama pants and nothing more. I run my eyes across his bruised abs before bringing my gaze up to his injured face to see him grinning.

“Is this a booty call, angel?” he teases.

My eyes catch on his split lip and black eye, and I snort as I push past him. “You wish,” I say as I head into his apartment.

I swear I hear him say, “Damn right I do,” but I ignore it as I turn to face him, crossing my arms as he shuts the door and follows me into his living room. He looks tired, and the bruises and cuts are not helping, but if he didn’t want to get hurt, then he shouldn’t have stepped into the ring with me. He knew what would happen.

I have no doubt about why he did it, but there is one thing I don’t understand. “I know you let me win at the end. Why?” I ask.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he hedges, an annoying smile curling his lips and driving me crazy. I hate the fact I notice and remember how they feel.

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