Page 121 of Dance of Devils
His eyes flash, dragging slowly up and down my body.
“I’m not sure you understand at all,” he murmurs.
I drop to my knees in front of him. For a moment, I see pure need and hunger roaring in his eyes, and my pulse spikes erratically. But then his hand shoots out, and his fingers wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to halt my descent.
“Why,” I spit, looking him right in the eye. “What are you so afraid of?”
Kir’s lips tighten, his Adam's apple bobbing as his eyes pierce into me. “Itold you,” he rasps, like he’s fighting himself. “You aren’t ready for?—”
“LikefuckI’m not.”
Pure, venomous need sparks in his eyes.
“I don’t let you touch me, Brooklyn,” he hisses, “because every time I see your gorgeous lips, I want tofuck themuntil they’re swollen and covered in my cum.”
Fucking hell.
I wanted him before. Now I’m fuckingravenousfor him.
“I want to use your mouth like ahole,” he snarls. “And when I fuck you, little sinner,” he chokes, “I’m not going to make love to you. I’m going tofuck you, hard, without mercy, probably with your wrists bound, your legs tied to a spreader bar, and my hand around your throat.” The vein in his temple throbs almost in time with the hammering of my pulse. “And with what you’ve seen, you’re not?—”
“You don’t get to tell me what I am or am not ready for,” I say evenly, meeting his eyes unflinchingly.
Time seems to stand still. Finally, he takes a slow, measured breath, his eyes never once leaving mine.
“If we’re going to do this?—”
“We are,” I blurt.
His lips curl darkly at the corners. “Then we’ll do itmy way.”
Heat drips down my spine to pool between my legs as I kneel before him.
“Meaning?” I whisper.
Kir’s eyes flicker.
“Meaning stand up and walk back to the door.”
My brow furrows, anger surging inside of me.
“But you said?—”
“Do you trust me, babygirl?”
I blink.
“Do. You. Trust. Me,” Kir growls. “If you don’t, implicitly, then we’re not?—”
“I do trust you,” I breathe, shaking. “Sir.”
A sound rumbles low in his chest, his eyes dragging over my body before locking on my eyes again.
“Then stand up, walk over there, andwait until I tell you what to do.”
I shiver, biting back a whimper when he reaches out and cups my jaw. My nerves, excitement, and pure need for him are at such a fever pitch that him just touching my skin feels orgasmic.
He slips his fingers from my face, then nods his chin at the door. Breathless, my legs shaking, I stand and walk back to it.
