Page 11 of Lethal Lover

Upstairs, she shows me her small studio apartment. Places like this go for more than two-grand a month. I’m amazed she can even afford it, but I don’t know what actresses on Broadway make. It doesn’t matter, anyway. If she told me she couldn’t afford it, I’d pay a year in advance for her. It’s small and cramped but clean.

“I have some bourbon, but nothing fancy.” Elena hovers by the kitchen counter, and I set the canvas bag on a chair.

“Bourbon, neat, is fine.” My eyes wash over the room, trying to pick the perfect spot in this tiny space to enjoy her. It comes down to the couch or the plush rug on the floor between the coffee table and television. Then I look back at her as she pours two glasses of the sweet but tart alcohol. She hands me one and gestures with her head toward the sofa.

“Want to sit down?” Her angelic voice coaxes me, and I follow her, sitting closer to her than is necessary, but I think sheunderstands what I want… why I’m here. I down the drink in one gulp, and she blushes and does the same, though she gasps a little and coughs. “Wow,” she breathes, continuing to cough a little.

“Wow is right. Elena, you are stunning, and you handle yourself with such tact and poise. I am mesmerized by you.” I reach for her, cupping her cheek, and she shies away.

“Liam, I’m…” She hesitates, but I lean in for a kiss, which she accepts.

“I know, you’re a virgin, which is why I will take it slow. I’ll make it exquisite for you. I’ll wear protection, whatever you want.” I lean in again, this time nipping her lower lip between my teeth.

“I want to talk about you, get to know you.” Her volume is so quiet, I almost can’t hear her. “We barely know each other.”

“We’ll learn more about each other as we go.” My kisses are so restrained, I am bursting. If she toys with me, I’ll end up smashing things when I leave here. But I won’t force her. That is the fastest way to make sure she clams up and pushes me away. I don’t want a slave. I want a worshiper. And by the end of this, she’ll be my loyal subject.

“Okay,” she squeaks, and I wonder whether it’s the emotion of the day or she’s feeling pressured by me. If she doesn’t know how to say no and I do this, it’s as good as a rape conviction. Won’t Dad love that?

“Okay, what?” I ask her, backing away. But my hands are already working the fly of my pants.

She’s breathless, rosy lips raw from kissing, and she bats her eyelashes slowly. Her hand covers her mouth, but I can see the starry-eyed look she gives me. “Okay, I’ll have sex with you.”

“And you want this? Not because I’m asking, but because you want it?” I’ll take whatever she gives me. This whole consent thing is always taken too far, but I can’t wind up in court fighting bullshit charges. I’ll be the leader of this Family soon, and I have to have a clean record.

“Just shut up and fuck me,” she groans, draping her arms around my neck, and that’s all she has to say. My body is on fire and my hands are on her. I lay her down, nestling in between her legs as she spreads her thighs to me. My lips cover hers in a frenetic and hungry dance. I can’t feel her skin. There’s too much clothing, and I don’t have enough hands to touch all the places I want, all at the same time.

As I kiss her, I work her jeans off her, discarding them carelessly to the floor. Her panties are already soaked through, and she smells like arousal and whiskey. My fingers probe her entrance in a rough-and-tumble way, pushing past her panties. She cries out against my lips, wriggling below me, and I add another finger as she clenches around me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. This little cunt is going to feel so amazing.” I let my internal thoughts out, not even caring what she thinks of my vulgar comment.

“Ahh…” Her back arches up off the sofa, pushing her tits against my chest, and with one hand, I work her pussy as with the other, I tear her shirt open and unsnap her bra in front so her tits bounce free.

I break the kiss and suck a nipple into my mouth, biting down hard. Her back arches upward as I knead her other breast in mypalm. They are perfectly sized, not too much to squeeze, not too little to be enjoyable.

“Ouch!” she gasps, and I look up at her face. “I like it rough,” I tell her, but I ease up a bit on the bite, instead pulling and teasing with my teeth. Her other nipple gets the same rough treatment as my hand continues to work her cunt. She’s so wet now that a trickle of arousal runs down her thigh. I smell her too, like honeysuckle and ocean air. I want to dive in and eat her.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I stand up. “Bend over the back of this couch.” She hastily does as she’s told, but not fast enough for me. I tug her panties off her and throw them on top of her shirt and bra. “Stay,” I growl in her ear before tearing my own clothing off. It all drops to the floor in a heap, and I stroke myself, watching her quiver in anticipation.

“Liam… Remember, I’m?—”

“Oh, I didn’t forget. That virgin pussy is mine.” I grip her hips and slide my cock against her juices. The moisture eases the pressure I feel as my dick screams to be inside her. “Fuck, your ass is so perfect,” I tell her as I smack it hard. She gasps and whimpers, her entire body going stiff.

“Fuck, ouch…” She moans, but I smack her again and she shudders. “Shit…” I watch her hands claw at the back of the couch and smirk as I grip my cock and slide it up and down her crack, finding her entrance. Her knuckles are white. She’s expecting this to hurt.

“You might want to bite down on something,” I tell her, but she only arches her head upward as I slowly slide into her. Her entire body tenses, and she shakes and grunts.

“Fuck!” she moans as I push inch after inch into her tightness. Her walls grip me like a vise, and I groan as I finally bottom out. “God, you feel so good.” My hips begin to move, in and out, slowly at first, but with each thrust, I pick up the pace. She’s a little whore for me now, moaning and panting my name with each pump inside her. I feel the instant her delicious pussy gives way and tears. It coats my dick with her blood briefly before her moisture dilutes it and it just becomes more of the mess of our sex.

“Shit, your pussy is incredible,” I tell her, reaching around to roughly play with her clit as my hips slam home. “You like it rough, don’t you? You like it when I talk dirty?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Oh, God, Liam…” She’s frantic, practically begging. And she’s loud, too, like, shake the walls loud.

“So tight,” I growl in her ear as I slowly start to move, pulling out until only the tip of my cock remains inside her before sliding back in an inch at a time. “Beautiful…” I praise her as she takes more of me, teasing us both with the slowness of it all.

“Fuck, you’re huge. Oh, God, it’s so big.” The frantic gasps between comments only egg me on. “Shit, oh, shit!” She’s sucking air, sounding almost panicked.

My cock pumps into her, and I feel myself climbing toward climax. She sounds desperate, and her moans get higher pitched by the second. “Liam, I’m gonna…” A gasp chokes her as her pussy clamps down on me. She gurgles and squeezes me. If I could see her face, I’m certain her eyes would be rolling back in her head.

“That’s right, come for Daddy!” I growl, and it’s all the encouragement she needs as she shudders around my cock. Theconvulsions and twitches excite me, but I hold back. This isn’t how I want to come.

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