Page 82 of Wrapped in Silver

I hold her chin, eyeing her luscious lips, and lean to kiss her. Blood is pooling in all the right places now.

She breathes heavily when she feels me growing against her leg. “Now?”She smiles dirtily.

Chapter 23

Quinn

Watching a fight between two mobsters destroying the set of my favorite show wasnoton my bingo card for this year. But here I am, wrapped in Silver’s arms during the aftermath of a pretty nasty brawl. How two men beat the living shit out of each other and then talk business like nothing ever happened is beyond me.

Mmph.

Silver grabs me by my ass cheeks and hoists me like I’m weightless. Another passionate kiss comes my way. I taste the hints of fresh blood in his mouth, but I don’t care at all. This is my savior. He defends me fromeverythingandeveryone.

That’s the hottest thing anyone has ever done on or off screen. And I’m going to pay him for it.

He sets me down and bends me over one of the chairs so he’s behind me, then takes one of theChilling Desiremurder weapons and holds it against my throat.

My jaw drops again as I turn around to eye him. His eyes are stone cold, which sends a hot shiver down my spine as his finger slides between my closed legs. There’s a whole crew outside—acting stars and all—and they have to wait because of him.

“Mmph,” I moan as he holds the knife closer to my throat.

“Did I say you could peep?” he growls low, his smooth beard rubbing against my neck.

I feel a hint of his lips, sending starbursts of pleasure in the spot I anticipate him kissing. His smell is intoxicating… that whisky mahogany swirl. And his aura commands me intoobedience.Me. The notorious cop man-eater. I’m putty in his hands.

He bites my shoulder gently, pulling the knife away. “Don’t move.” He teases the dull end of the blade down my back, pretending to threaten me. It’s fun, because I know in a million years, he’d never hurt me. Yet, I’ve seen what he can do.

Farther down he goes. His face is near my ass as his hands grip around the seams of my leggings. He yanks them down.

“Mmph,”I moan again against his wishes. The slight burning pain scratching at my ass is a turn on, though not as much as his slithering tongue wetting my thighs as it reaches for the cherry. My second set of lips tingle. It’s exhilarating.

When I back my ass up and spread my legs to give him easier access, he slaps my ass and rushes to his feet—hand around my throat.

“The fuck did I say to you?” he grunts inches from my ear, then reaches for a napkin near one of the cracked plates.

He whips it open then fastens it as a gag around my mouth.

Damn, he’s being rough. The cloth pulls against my back molars as he yanks it tightly.

Am I sick for soaking in pleasure from it? Probably.

He dips his finger into my slit as if gauging my temperature, and every part of me wants to spin around and grab his cock—to stop this charade and make him fuck me. I have power too… I should use it to get what I want.

Yeah.

When he pulls out of me and reaches for another table cloth, I spin to fight his game. I grab straight for his cock over the pants, staring him dead in the eye with this ridiculous gag in my mouth. This is some kind of sick role play, where the innocent woman wants her captor.

He grabs my hand lightning fast and twists me back over the chair. Before I can blink, my wrists are tied behind me and my bare ass is in his face again. What is he—oh God.

His tongue finds its way toward my second hole. “Punishment for being a bad girl,” he growls.

No one has ever gotten close to this—I can’t let him. It’s too weird—mmph.

His tongue swirls around it, giving me sensations I never knew could be had. Then when his tongue retracts, a pinky finds its way in.

“Mmm,” I moan, not sure what I’m trying to say. I’m embarrassed and on the verge of a different sort of orgasm.

“Does she like it?” His pinky goes in a little deeper.

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