Page 94 of Menace in Vegas

“You think this is funny?” I hiss. “You tease me all day, then crawl into bed and pretend I’m invisible?”

Still nothing.

“Oh my God! I hope this hotel has bed bugs that chew your balls off!”

His shoulders shake from laughter, infuriating me even more.

“You’re not even good in bed!”

That’s when he pounces.

In one breath-stealing move, he’s on top of me, hands pinning mine above my head, eyes glittering.

“You done throwing your tantrum, sweetheart?”

“You’re such a?—”

“I was giving you time to beg,” he growls, lips brushing mine.

My brain short-circuits.

“You… asshole.”

“You love it.”

His hand slips under the blanket, hooking my thigh around his hip. “Not good in bed, huh? You’ve been squirming all day,” he murmurs. “I can smell how wet you are.”

“I’m not?—”

“Liar,” he whispers against my throat.

He bites, and I gasp, then whimper.

I’m sick for loving this. For pushing him until he snaps.

“You should’ve crawled to me,” he rasps. “Begged.”

I whimper again.

“Too late now.” His eyes darken. “You woke the beast, baby. And he’s starving.”

A devilish smile curls his lips. “Foryou.”

He strips my clothes off within seconds, followed by his own. Then he spreads me wide and settles between my thighs, cocky grin in place. “You better hold on.”

“Connor—”

He shuts me off when he slams his mouth against mine. His lips are hot, relentless, and absolutely sinful. Every flick of his tongue is designed to ruin me. And it does.

He slides lower, his mouth everywhere. Leaving no part of me untouched.

And then he throws my legs over his shoulders and moves between my legs.

His mouth settles on my clit, before moving to my pussy. Up and down, his hot tongue swirling around before sucking, driving me insane.

“Oh my God,” I moan. “That feels—fuck—amazing.”

“You taste like heaven,” he mutters against me before licking deeper.

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