Page 71 of Brutal Devil
“Ziatried.” The corner of his mouth kicks up in a half smile, and a lone dimple carves into his cheek under that sexy scruff. “It didn’t work.”
He’s unbuttoning his shirt now, each one revealing more and more of his ridiculously muscled chest. I lick my lips, watching him.
His grin deepens, all cocky and smug. “Like what you see, baby?”
He knows I do.
I shrug with just one shoulder and prop myself up on my elbow. “It’s okay, I guess.”
A wicked glint enters his too-blue eyes. “Oh yeah?”
I swallow, because he’s whipped off his shirt now.
Hello, eight-pack, where have you been all my life?
No, Luna,I instantly chastise myself.Bad Luna. You’ve got to get control of yourself.
“Yeah,” I retort, clinging to the obvious lie that I don’t find him drool-worthy, drop-dead gorgeous.
You’d have to be dead not to be attracted to Priest. It’s not just that he’s got the body of an athlete and the face of a male model. There’s something potent and powerful about him. Some insane magnetism that makes him irresistible, no matter how badly I want to be repelled by him.
His fingers go to his waistband and pause. I’m holding my breath, waiting for him to step out of his trousers. Waiting for the rigid outline of his cock I can see tenting the expensive black fabric to be even more defined.
“Luna?”
My gaze zings back up to his face. “What?”
“Take off your clothes.”
Four words. That’s all it takes to set me on fire.
I shake my head despite that. “I’m not having sex with you.”
“So, don’t have sex with me, then.”
Wait. What?
My brow furrows. “But you want me to take off my clothes.”
“If it were up to me, you’d be naked all day long, in my bed, filled with my come.” He says this calmly, nonchalantly, as he undoes his fly, like he’s talking about making a trip to the grocery store. “But I’m a reasonable man, so I’m willing to take it slowly. You don’t want to have sex tonight? Fine. But I’ve spent the last few hours thinking about burying my face in your pussy and licking you until you scream my name, so that’s what I’mgoing to do, and nothing is going to stop me except you telling me no.”
My clit pulses, and a rush of wetness surges to my core. I can already feel that my panties are soaked. I want him to do everything he just said. I want his tongue on me, in me. I want him.
Shit.
His pants drop, and I’m equally relieved that he’s wearing boxer briefs and frustrated. I wanted to see his big, thick cock, hard and ready for me. I wanted to see the effect I have on him. To know I turn him on this much.
Priest gets onto the edge of the bed, on his knees, the hot look in his eyes enough to incinerate me. “You gonna say no, baby?”
I swallow hard. I’m on fire. My heart is beating fast. I should say no. I should tell him to stop. But I can’t seem to make myself do it.
“Didn’t think so,” he rumbles, and then he grasps my ankle, the contact of his skin on mine making all the pent-up need inside me a hundred times more intense.
But then he moves quickly, taking me by surprise again. One second, I’m lying flat on my back, and the next, he’s maneuvering me, rolling me onto my stomach.
“Priest, what the?—”
My words are cut off by a sound smack on my ass. The sting of it is blunted by my cozy pj pants, but there’s no denying that Priest just spanked me. My outrage is instant, even if I also think it’s kind of hot.
