Page 7 of The VIP Package

Uh…?

What is up with this woman?

And why do I still fucking want her this badly?

She’s haughty and rude, entitled and vulgar.

That’s the last thought I have as my mouth crashes into hers. I kiss her hard, way too hard to be pleasant. She refuses to yield, her tongue lashing mine as our teeth clack together. Our lips clash and battle, fighting for dominance. For submission.

But this is a fight she can’t possibly win. She can’t have more pent-up fury than I do. Plus, I outweigh her. The advantage of height lets me crush her small body like a butterfly pinned to this wall.

With a low, hungry growl, I reach down and grip the neck of her dress. Breathing hard, I drag my mouth off hers. “Are you particularly attached to this?”

“The dress?” Hazel eyes flashing, she snarls. “I’d like to fucking destroy it.”

“That can be arranged.” I yank and the buttons pop off, two-dozen white disks bouncing like bullets off my chest. They tap to the ground, ricochetting around our feet as I force the ripped remnants of fabric off her shoulders.

It falls to the floor and I kick it aside, pressing my body to hers. Soft heat sears through the front of my suit as I dip down to kiss her again.

She mumbles something against my mouth, but I don’t care what it is. Kissing her now feels vital somehow. Like I’ll cut off my air if I stop.

Jerking her hand from my grip, the redhead grabs the sides of my shirt. It’s her turn to assault blameless cotton, ripping itopen to set off another sharp shower of buttons. Delicate hands drag my chest, clawing and groping as we pant heated hunger against each other’s throats.

She’s nipping a spot near my Adam’s apple, and I bite down on her shoulder too hard. She fights back by dragging her teeth down one pec, biting my nipple as I draw a breath.

“Fuck.” There’s just enough blood in my brain to form words. “Tell me now if this isn’t consensual.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She kisses me hard, grabbing the front of my pants again. Her palm grips my dick through sleek, tailored wool, and I groan as her thumb strokes the head.

I’m assuming that’s consent.

My cock fights the zipper as it strains to escape, and she helpfully sets the thing free. Drawing a breath, she shoves hard at my chest and looks down.

“Jesus Christ,” she breathes, swallowing as she stares at my dick. “There’s no physical way to deep throat that thing.”

I wasn’t asking, but now I can’t think about anything else. “Give it your best,” I snarl, pressing down on her shoulders. I expect her to fight me, but she sinks to her knees on the tattered remains of her dress.

Tipping her head back, she looks up with those fiery, light eyes. “I should bite you for being a jerk.”

“For being a brat,” I snap, lacing my fingers into her hair, “you should suck me even harder.”

I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. Neither can she, from the way her eyes widen. But she opens her mouth and wraps those plush lips around me. Groaning, I glide down the length of her tongue. Something detonates in the back of my brain as I fuck that pretty pink mouth.

She hollows her cheeks, sucking so hard I see stars. Releasing the suction, she swirls her tongue around me before tipping herhead back to take me in deeper. Her eyes start to water, but she doesn't stop.

Apparently, she underestimated her own skills. This woman is deepthroating me like a fucking champ.

“Good girl,” I growl.

That earns me a moan and the flutter of her tongue as her hand comes up to cup my balls. I flatten a palm on the concrete behind her, not sure how long I can stay upright. This feels way too fucking good.

“Fuck,” I grind out, balling a fist against the wall. It’s been too long since I jerked off. That’s rarely a pleasure I allow myself.

It’s been even longer since anyone sucked me like this, bobbing and licking and making me mindless with those sweet, hungry sounds.

“Stop,” I bark out, and what do you know?

The redhead pulls back in an instant.

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