Page 10 of Blood Moon

Her nails dug into my arms, and I wanted to rip her dress off and cast it to the side like trash. Instead, I grabbed her with it trailing over my hands and walked down the hall to my bedroom. With each step, I took my time lifting her on and off of my cock.

When we reached the bed, I lifted her off, and her dissatisfied whine matched the one in my head. She didn’t have time to say or do anything else because I turned her to face the bed, gently brushed her hair out of the way, and unzipped the gown like I should’ve before. With a feather-light touch, I pushed it off her shoulders and let it slide to the floor in a pool of shimmering green.

She stood with her arms at her side, unashamed that she was standing completely naked in a stranger’s bedroom. She turned her head slightly as if she were thinking of turning around but instead remained steadfast. The backs of my fingers trailed down her spine to the curve of her hip, and she gave an involuntary shiver.

“What made you follow me?” I asked her, wondering if my brother had set this up.

“I-I don’t know,” she murmured, her thick lashes fanning the tops of her flushed cheeks.

It was as if she were a pint-sized magnet because my lips were drawn to her in a way I couldn’t stop. It took me leaning down to reach the slope of her shoulder, where I dropped kisses in a path up to the crook of her neck.

With a satisfied sigh, she tilted her head to accommodate me.

Before I was aware, I was cupping her pert tits and pinching her nipples.

When she moved slightly to allow her ass to rub my cock, I groaned. “I need you,” she insisted.

“On the bed. Ass in the air,” I instructed, and she immediately complied. It didn’t take me long to follow. Using my knees, I spread hers and took a sharp breath as I saw that the insides of both thighs were wet. “Daddy is gonna fuck you so good now,” I told her as I notched the tip of my cock and slid it inside her tight sheath with a groan that she duplicated.

“Yes,” she whispered excitedly. “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard.”

Never before had I truly worried about the women I fucked. I was an asshole. A selfish prick who used women and took my pleasure. They only got theirs because it gave me a twisted sense of power to make them lose control. Yet with this delicate-looking woman, I paused. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I admitted, shocking myself with that confession.

“You won’t. And if you do, it will be worth it. Now fuck me.”

“Demanding little pixie,” I muttered with a grin. This was going to be so good. I pulled my hips back, then drove them forward, reveling in the gasp that escaped her lips as much as in how good she felt wrapped around my shaft.

I watched as she dropped her head and clutched the bedding.

“Fuck yes,” she breathlessly chanted as I began to give her exactly what she asked for.

As sweat started to run down my temples and back, I shoved her chest to the bed, then relentlessly slammed into her welcoming body. It was unlike anything I’d experienced before, and I wasn’t sure what to make of that.

My lips tingled, and the vibration I experienced earlier grew in strength until it was a hum in my veins. I wanted to talk dirty to her, but I couldn’t form words. The air around us practically crackled with the energy that we created. Panting and grunts echoed in my ears, though I wasn’t sure if they came from her or me. The wet slapping of flesh mixed with soft grunts had me moving faster—harder.

“Yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy, yes, Daddy,” she crooned, and I experienced the familiar tingle in my spine that went to my balls as my cock thickened.

“Fuck yeah, you’re gonna make Daddy come. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I muttered as I trembled at the building explosion.

“Oh God,” she moaned as her pussy went unbelievably tight, then pulsed around me as she buried her face in the pillow and screamed to all that was holy.

It wasn’t long before I was groaning and emptied myself into her.

The aftermath of that fuck session found us sweaty, breathless, and with most of the pillows strewn about the floor. “Jesus,” I muttered. Reluctantly, I withdrew and fell to the bed next to her.

Belatedly, I thought about what I’d done. I palmed my face. She was Peter Romanov’s sister—a powerful but private man who, at times, I believed might rival my brother when it came to questionable—okay, downright dirty—business. He was my brother’s acquaintance and a notoriously dark figure in our world. Yeah, her brother owned a very profitable auction and acquisitions business. And I’d fucked his sister like she was some chick I picked up in a random bar.

Bare.

No fucking condom.

Christ, I had her call me “Daddy.” That hadn’t ever been a kink of mine before, but it sure as hell was now. In my defense, she started it.

As I pressed on my eyes and tried to figure out how the fuck I was going to handle this, I heard her roll over. The bed shifted slightly as she got up.

“I’ll be right back,” she announced in a soft and husky voice.

She came back a few minutes later, and like the reckless fool I’d become, I did it all over again.

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