Page 28 of The Death Dealer

“Christ, you have great tits, Dalli.”

A shiver ran through her at the roughness in his voice. He was a man on the edge, ready to take her. Savagely use her in ways a woman secretly yearned to be used.

Gripping her hips, he pressed the head of his dick to her opening.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me you want me to fuck you until you scream.”

“I want you to fuck me until I scream,” she replied dutifully and oh-so truthfully.

“Trevor,” he said. “I want you to fuck me until I scream,Trevor.”

Again, she did as he commanded and repeated him word for word.

A wicked light entered his eyes as they settled on her panting mouth.

“I want you to do something for me first, though.” Her lips parted further in her surprise as he crawled up her body and presented his fisted cock to her. “Suck it.”

“With pleasure, milord,” she replied, licking her lips.

His tortured groan made her smile as she closed her mouth around him, deep-throating him with every slow, sensuous thrust of his hips. He started to draw back as if he feared losing control, and Soleil gripped his beautifully sculpted ass to hold him in place.

“Dalli,” he gasped. “I’m going to come in two seconds if you keep that up.”

“I don’t mind,” she whispered her assurance.

“No.” He clasped her wrists and pinned her arms over her head. Shifting, he straddled her stomach, careful not to crush her. Bent over her as he was, she was at his mercy, and the knowledge shined triumphantly in his burning gaze.

Still slick from her mouth, he pushed his rock-hard staff between her breasts, then back.

“Don’t move.” He released her wrists.

She started to shift anyway.

Taking hold of the curtain, he tore it from its mooring and wrapped it around one of the four corners of the bed. He used the remaining length to secure her in place.

“Isaid, don’t move. Unless you’re into spankings. Are you?”

They were both breathing hard. Challenge sparking between them.

A naughty smile curled her lips. “Do your worst, milord.”

“Ah, Dalli, my worst will leave you unable to walk tomorrow.”

“That’s what I’m counting on.”

His brows shot up, and his first thrust was ruthlessly hard as he watched her expression closely.

She countered by spreading her thighs wider and locking her ankles around his waist.

“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted.

His smile was pure deviltry but quickly faded as he pumped into her in earnest, wringing grunts and groans from them both.

Cupping her breasts, he buried his face between them and thrust harder. Faster.

The slap of skin on skin filled the room, and it was music to Soleil’s ears. As were all the filthy words he spouted.

He flipped her over as if she was a featherweight, then wrapped one muscular arm across her lower abdomen to hold her tight. When his finger circled her anus, she became a little nervous and shifted to get away, never having tried anal sex before.

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