Page 60 of Menace in Vegas

“I’m yours, sweetheart,” he growls. “And I’m not letting you forget it.”

His hands cover my breasts, teasing and kneading my nipples into hard points.

I whimper under his touch.

He sucks on one nipple, releasing it with a pop before moving to the other.

He hisses a trail down my stomach, making my breath rasp and my body tremble.

“Fuck, Connor,” I whisper, forgetting every reason I ever hated him.

He spreads me open and circles my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my back arching.

He looks up at me, his eyes dark and hungry.

“Goddamn, Allie. You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”

I whimper at the blunt praise, at the way he says it like he’s already addicted.

Then he slides lower, his mouth replacing his finger.

I cry out, grabbing his hair.

“Goddamn. Fucking soaked for me.”

His grin is feral as he licks me again. “You like me breaking you down, don’t you? Making you beg for me.”

I should be embarrassed.

I should shove him away.

Instead, I writhe beneath his mouth, desperate for more.

“Your pussy wants me,” he murmurs, circling my entrance with his fingers.

“Stop teasing,” I whimper.

He slides a finger inside me and hisses.

“Tell me, Allie, have you ever been this wet for anyone else?”

No.

Never.

But saying it feels too raw. Too dangerous.

He adds another finger, working me ruthlessly.

"Tell me,"he growls, his voice vibrating against my skin.

I open my mouth to snap at him, but he sucks my clit into his mouth and I lose the ability to form words.

He starts to pull away.

Panic surges.

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