Page 53 of Never Die for a Sinner
My hands fist in my hair, his hair. He growls in acquiescence when I roll against his tongue, his fingers pumping harder. He brushes them over some dark part inside me that only drives me closer to the edge.
So close. I just need . . . God, I don’t know what I need, but I know he does, and judging by the wicked gleam in his eyes, he’s withholding it from me.
“Tell me what you were hunting for?”
“Nothing,” I growl, but the sound is breathier than I’d like.
“Tell me, Ava, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“No, you won’t. You’ll just hurt me.”
“Tell me what you were after, sweetheart, and I’ll make you come.”
God, I want to come so bad. With the way he’s grinding against me, the friction is impossible to ignore, but I can’t. If I tell him, there’s no chance for him.
“Come on, Ava. Give me all your secrets, and I’ll make you come for me. Your pussy is begging to come, isn’t it? You can feel yourself getting hot. Fuck you’re so beautiful.”
A sob wracks up my throat while he keeps my body suspended right on the edge. I’m so close, I need a little more, and thisneedI’ve felt growing over the past year can finally fade away, but he’s not letting me.
“I can’t tell you,” I breathe. Tears slip down my cheeks, and I’m not sure if it’s from the overwhelming pleasure radiating through me or the knowledge of what he’ll do when he finds out.
“Why, Ava?”
“Because they’re going to hurt me,” I whisper, and that’s when everything comes to an abrupt halt.
My pussy tingles with the sudden lack of attention, but it’s my skin that feels like it’s on fire from the way his eyes glide over me.
“Want to run that by me again, baby girl?”
I shake my head, pinching my lips together. I feel like I swallowed a softball.
A shiver ghosts up my spine at the bite in his voice. Almost like he’s angry that I didn’t tell him sooner. Why would I? He’s made it clear from the moment we met that he wants nothing to do with me. At least, until now, when his cock is pressing against me.
I shake my head. “I don’t know.”
I suck in a shaky breath. I’m trembling with the adrenaline from my lost orgasm mixed with the fear of telling the man between my legs what they wanted me to steal from him.
“I don’t know,” I repeat. I swipe at the tears on my cheeks, and his eyes narrow. I can’t read the look in his eyes, but I bet it’s akin to the same look Julius Caesar gave Brutus.
He’s right. He is going to ruin me.
Abruptly, he leans back, grips my hips, and flips me back over onto my stomach. Hiking me up until my ass is in the air, he leans down, sealing his lips around my clit with a growl. He flutters his tongue until I come with a hoarse cry, my head buried in the dirt.
“Fuck, I’ve waited ages to hear that fucking sound,” he grits against my skin, raising up behind me. His hands roam over my bare skin, and I shiver with the aftershocks of my orgasm.
And just when I think he’s going to let me get away, he holds me even tighter.
“Not so fast, baby girl. We’re just getting started.”
LEVI
She’s lying.
I believe that she may not know who sent her after me, but there’s more to the story than she’s letting on. Oddly enough, I’m willing to bet it has everything to do with the flash drive hidden in a very unreachable place. What I don’t believe is that she’s telling me the whole truth.
She tries to crawl away from me, her body still vibrating under my hands. For a moment, I worried I broke her with how hard she came against my tongue.
My pretty little thief.
