Page 51 of Torched Spades
Here, I’m a disgraced firefighter arguing with a stubborn psychiatrist.
“Don’tpushyou?” Tipping her head back, she lets out a bitter laugh. “You’re all alike; you know that? Out there”—she flings her finger toward her closed office door—“you make everyone think you’re the good guy, the hero who rushes in to save the day. It’s a skin you step into every morning, but behind closed doors, the real man spills out.” Scowling, she motions the same finger up and down my torso. “All your miserable neurosis runs wild, and your sadism shines for those of us forced to endure it!”
Her words hang in the air, launched darts piercing a thick silence.
I should be angry at the barrage of insults, but I’m not. Her intention to hurt every man in her life through me has only created a pipeline straight to my dick. I can’t restrain my thoughts or my hands or the need to ruin every innocent crevice of her.
In a heartbeat, I’m on her, no request for permission and sure as hell no apology. “I’m not your fucking father,” I roar, taking her mouth in a kiss so fierce it borders on violent.
For a few blinding seconds, Becca freezes, and I wonder if she’s going to slap me again, but then something in her snaps. Diving into the kiss, she twists her tongue around mine and winds her arms around my neck. Arousal and adrenaline shoot through my body with deadly force, and I drag my hands up her hips before lifting her onto the desk.
“You’re a fucking tease,” I growl against her lips. Stepping between her thighs, I untangle one of her hands from around my neck and press it against my swollen cock. “This is what you do to me. I never lose control, but you…” I grit my teeth, groaning as she timidly rubs her thumb up and down my length. “Goddamn, you test me, Doc.”
“We can’t…”
“We can.”
“We shouldn’t…”
“Don’t care.”
I glance down to where her modest skirt has ridden above her knees. Releasing my hold on her hand, I slide my palm up her inner thigh until my fingers graze damp lace.
“Dr. Brennan,” I murmur. “Are you wet for me?”
“No.”
Liar.
“So if I slipped a finger under this lace, I wouldn’t find your pussy slick and dripping?”
Instead of answering, she lowers her gaze as if she can see what I’m doing under the thick material.
I smile. “You want to watch, don’t you? Huh, well what do you know? The good doctor is a dirty girl after all.” I expect my taunts to cause the prude in her to return, but Becca’s breathing only grows heavier.
But when she darts her tongue out and licks her lips, this stops being a fucking game… And becomes a possession.
“You should be more careful, Doc… Once you invite the Devil inside, he claims your soul.”
I don’t give her a chance to process what those words mean. I’ve warned her. I’ve told her to stay away. Now she’s going to see every inch of the beast she’s provoked. Gripping the hem of her skirt, I shove it up her thighs so roughly she has to grip the edge of the desk to stay upright. Holding her glazed stare, I run my thumb up and down the thin lace barrier.
Becca bites her lip, stifling a moan as I drag a slow circle around her clit. “I…” She squeezes her eyes shut, her cheeks igniting. “Oh…”
Hooking my thumb around the edge of her panties, I tug them to the side, and the sight of her bare pussy severs my control. “Open your eyes, Becca,” I command darkly. The moment she obeys, I set the monster free. “Dirty girls don’t hide. You’re going to watch me make you come so hard you’ll beg for mercy… And the whole time, you know what you’ll be thinking?”
She shakes her head.
“That if I can destroy your pussy with just my fingers, what the fuck will be left of it after taking my cock.”
“Johnny… Shit!” Her shrill curse bounces off the office walls as I sink a finger deep inside her without warning. Her inner walls grip me so tightly I groan in thinking what they’ll do to my dick.
“Greedy little pussy,” I scold, pumping hard and fast. “I don’t think one is enough for it.”
She stares wide-eyed as I slide a second finger inside, pussy juice dripping down my hand as I flick her clit with my thumb. Her eyes flutter closed again, only to snap back open when I add a third finger.
Smiling at her tortured whimper, I press my lips to her ear. “Maybe I didn’t make myself clear. Watch me fuck you, or I swear to God, I’ll hit that intercom button and let the entire lobby hear you scream.”
Becca’s eyes never leave my hand again, enduring every pump, every thrust, and every taunt to her swollen clit with a glazed stare and clenched teeth. More than once, I consider dropping to my knees and tongue fucking her until she begs me to stop, but I can’t give her everything at once.
