Page 51 of Bully

I eyed her, holding her stare to acknowledge that this wasn’t a normal conversation two people usually had so candidly. “If that’s what the job calls for.”

“How does one go from murder-for-hire to sex club owner?”

I chuckled, sinking down further into the chair as the fatigue became a heavier burden to carry. “Sex, drugs, and money, baby. They all go hand in hand. Surely you know there’s darkness all around your world, whether you see it firsthand or not.”

“Sure.” She shrugged, and then leaped off the counter, gracefully walking toward me. “But I’m usually more focused on the pleasure when I’m in that world.”

“You have my attention.” I adjusted myself in my lounge pants and she smiled softly down at me as she came to a stop between my spread legs.

“I still hate you.” She murmured. “You traumatized me with that whole dramatic event.”

Swallowing, I let her words seep into my mind, so I had no choice but to acknowledge them. She deserved to have her feelings validated, because she was right.

“I never wanted you to see me like that. I never would have exposed you to this if I’d had a choice in it all.”

Sloane slowly placed one knee next to my hip and seductively straddled my lap until her body heat blended with mine through the thin clothes between us. “I’m glad I found you before it was too late.” She gently placed her hands on my abs, sliding her fingers over the ink that covered every inch of my torso like she was tracing a map. Unable to resist, I held her flared hips in my hands, fighting the urge to rock her forward on my already rock hard dick. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to strangle you for my troubles.”

I grinned, and lifted one of her hands to my neck and she instantly tightened her fingers around the front of my throat. “Go right ahead, Love. Take all your frustrations out on me.” Tipping my head back against the chair, I stared up at her and gave into the urge to rock her hips onto me. She licked her lips and rolled her hips a second time for another grind across my erection. Judging by the scalding heat branding my dick, she was naked under my shirt, and I struggled to think of anything else but sliding up into her body.

“As if you could ever let me top you.” She smirked, lowering her lips to hover right above mine. “Both times we’ve been together, you’ve dominated me effortlessly.”

“I can be a switch if the incentive is right.” I swiped my tongue over her plump bottom lip, teasing us both. “Whatever you want, it’s yours. I won’t even pretend that I don’t like it.”

Her teeth latched onto my lip and bit down, making my dick jump between us as she slowly started grinding on it. It was as close as we had gotten to a kiss. Why hadn’t I fucking kissed her before now? “You’d submit to me?” She hummed, “You’d give in and let me have my way?”

“You submit to me.” I replied, “And I know that’s not your norm. So why not? I’ll try anything once.”

“Oh, baby.” She moaned seductively as her arousal started soaking through the front of my pants. “You’re talking to an over achiever here, be careful what you say.”

“Would you prefer I beg?” I countered, fully willing to beg to get inside of her sinful body again. “It wouldn’t be a hardship on me.”

Sitting up in my lap, she teasingly started unbuttoning the shirt she wore and the whole time, she rocked her hips, pleasing us both. “I want you to beg.” Pulling the shirt wide, but keeping it on, her delectable body played peek-a-boo with my hungry eyes every time she rolled her hips. I was entranced by the femininity of her body and how she used it like a weapon and a promise at the same time.

Sloane was a professional, after all. And I was in awe of her skills.

“Whatever you want, I’ll do it.” I said, looking away from her perfect nipples to her flawless face. “Tell me how you want me to beg.”

Was I topping from the bottom? Kind of. But as she lifted my hands from her hips to her breasts and used my fingers on her hard nipples, just how she liked it, I didn’t think she minded.

“Ask for permission to kiss me.” She breathed. “You’ve never kissed me.”

“Please Sloane, let me taste your lips. I want to taste perfection.” Not a single word was a lie or an act. I was suddenly obsessed with her mouth and needed to kiss her. “Please.”

Leaning forward again, she hovered right over me and admitted, “I’ve never kissed a male client before.”

“Good thing I’m not paying for this, then.” I pinched her nipples harder than I had been and she sagged into me, getting closer to my lips.

“You’re paying for this.” She chided, “You just don’t realize it.”

“Then make it worth my money.” Countering, I challenged her, and she grinned.

“The customer is always right, after all.” She whispered and then gently laid her soft lips against mine.

Jesus, fuck.

I tilted my head and let her set the seductive and teasing pace as she worked me over with her lips. Provocatively, she ran her tongue over my lip but wouldn’t let me in when I tried playing a game of will and power.

Every interaction between us was a chess match, both of us fighting to win the unspoken prize at the end. This one wouldn’t be any different.

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