Page 111 of Ruthless Scoundrel
I lick my lips. “Yes, and I’m enjoying it immensely.”
“Fine. Take your time.” He pushes his pants down to his knees. “I’m going to continue where I left off.”
He keeps a strong grip on the back of my head as he leans forward and sticks his fingers into me. I gasp as he grabs me—by mypussy— and pulls me closer to him.
I gape up at him, his fingers still inside me.
His smile turns feral. “There, now I can reach, too.”
“You just—you,” I fluster.
“I what?” he growls, curling down so that our lips almost touch.
“You’re a fucking bastard,” I snarl.
He kisses me hard, and I kiss him back. His fingers work into me at a violent pace that I love. He’s trying to take me to the edge again. Fuck, I want it. But I know if I make him believe I’m there, he’ll stop. He’ll pull away, and then I can exact my revenge.
I keep one hand on the bed for support and stroke him with the other. Jasper groans, nipping my tongue and pushing harder. He’s losing himself to this, and if I push him further, I can get him to make me come without meaning to.
And I’ll win.
His tip is wet with arousal when I swish my thumb over his head. Jasper curses against my lips and thrusts his fingers deeper, consuming my thoughts with pleasure. I moan into his mouth and rock my hips against his hand, chasing that sweet release I know I can achieve with him.
All too soon, he pulls out of me. He cups my sex and the fire calms. The throbbing of my clit is loudest of all the other sensations in my mind, begging for some relief. I break the kiss and pull on his cock. I’m vaguely aware that I might be being too rough, but Jasper’s hips move and his hand returns to my hair as he moans.
My mouth encompasses him completely without thought. I slide down his shaft, my tongue wetting him as I go until he hits the back of my throat. Jasper’s hand tenses against my pussy and he trills deep in his chest. The sound urges me on.
I pull back, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. The drag of his head across the roof of my mouth is a feeling I didn’t know I could love. Hearing him grunt and whisper curses from my efforts is intoxicating. I need more.
His head is slick with salty arousal and I hum as I suck it down. I force myself all the way to the base, or as close as I can get. My throat works to reject him, but I relax, wanting more. Deeper. Harder.
“I see what you’re doing,” he groans, pulling on my hair.
I slide back along his shaft and look up at him. His eyes are nearly blacked out, and opal magic sheens the darkness. His tattooed chest expands wide and he smiles down at me.
“You’re trying to make me come first. Unacceptable.” He slips two fingers into me and I keen at the attention. “You willalwayscome first, Ohksana’amai.”
Always.
He says it like a promise. Like he loves me.
And now I want to make him come more than ever.
I keep eye contact with him as I slide down to his base again, twisting my tongue along the underside of his shaft as I do. He grits his teeth, showing fangs, and cradles my head harder.
“You little brat. That was your plan, wasn’t it?”
I hum in agreement and his head falls back. The manacles makes it harder to move, but I grip him at the base and follow my mouth as I drag off of him. Jasper groans in his native tongue and the muscles in my core tighten.
He looks down, licking his fangs, and speaks more of his soft, purring words in the language I don’t know. He times his words with his movements, thrusting deeper and harder, pulling on my sensitive flesh, pinching my clit and rubbing it in vicious circles.
He’s not gentle with me. He doesn’t treat me like glass ready to shatter. I’m his Ohksana’amai.I can’t break with him.
I tighten my fist and suck, eliciting a deep growl of satisfaction from him.
“Careful, sunshine,” he warns as he grips my hair hard and thrusts his hips. “You might just win this little game, and then I’ll have to punish you.”
I look up at him.
