Page 143 of Villainous Kingpin
She actually smiled. “Not unless I get a helicopter,” she retorted back. Before I could say anything else, she added softly, “Bas, I said I’ll stay.”
Except, she said that the last time and then she left.
* * *
Everywhere I turned, she was there. Her scent. Her eyes. Her body, just waiting for me to claim it. I took my jacket and vest off, then the holster and followed by placing my gun in the nightstand.
I was surprised she hadn’t asked to sleep in the guest room. The answer would have been no, but I still expected her to ask it.
Maybe she wanted me after all. At least in the fucking bed.
Goddamn it, it should be enough. Any other man would be elated to be wanted by a woman like her.
Except, I wanted everything. Her body, heart, and soul. Fuck, I wanted to be part of her every heartbeat. Her every thought. I wanted to be her whole world. Just like she was my whole world.
The bathroom door opened and she came out wearing the tiniest pink boyshorts and a black top. Jesus, she was trying to kill me.
“Which side of the bed do you want?” she asked, motioning at the bed.
“Closest to the door,” I said, my control hovering on the edge.
She sauntered to the other side of the bed and bent over, giving me a full view of her glorious ass.
Temptation had a name. It was Wynter Star. She was mine. She’d always be mine.
I had no idea what in the fuck she was looking for, but I wished she’d stop bending her ass and giving me all kinds of ideas that would take us all night to execute.
“Are you going to keep staring at my ass?” she asked, straightening up, then turning around to meet my eyes.
Her green eyes turned a darker shade and her parted lips begged to be kissed. Or fucked. I couldn’t quite decide. Then I scented her arousal and it was game over for me.
One second, I was on the opposite side of the bed; the other I had her pressed against the wall. My body slammed into her, pushing her back against the wall. I shoved my hips into her and a soft gasp slipped through her lips.
Without warning, I hooked my fingers into her waistband and pulled them down her legs, lowering myself down on my knees at the same time.
Snaking my hand between her thighs, I found her soaked and a satisfied growl vibrated through my chest. I wanted to pound my chest. My woman was soaking wet.
For me.
My hand cupped her pussy and I hummed with satisfaction when her back arched, pushing further into my hand.
“You crave this,” I groaned. “Just like me.”
“Don’t be so satisfied,” she murmured, her voice husky and her eyes half-lidded. “It’s just a normal r-reaction.”
Without warning I slapped her pussy, lightly.
A moan vibrated between us and as if she realized too late what happened, her eyes snapped open. Though she didn’t push me away. Either she was too stunned. Or too excited.
Before she’d have time to ponder on it, I brushed my fingers against her core. I watched her pink pussy like a man dying of thirst. I inched my face closer to it and inhaled her scent deep into my lungs.
Her back arched off the wall and her eyes fluttered shut. I watched bliss cross her expression. I had been dreaming about having her for so goddamn long. I wanted her begging for my cock, but the damn woman had a strong will.
She had changed. The young woman with open smiles and reactions hid from me now. But it was right there and then that I decided, I’d hunt every man down who had the pleasure of seeing her unravel since she walked away from me. And I’d kill them.
I’d be the only man on this earth who has seen her fall apart when she reached her peak.
I slid my fingers inside her wet folds and this time, a soft moan escaped her. Her insides greedily clenched around them and I thought I’d fucking come just from that.
