Page 28 of A Love So Deadly
Like her blood. I want it all. Spilling over me, soaking in, down to the bone.
I want to fuck her, maybe more than I want her blood. I want every orgasm and drop of pleasure in her body.
A frisson of need and desire bolt up through me, sending the blood in me that I drank pulsating. I want to have her and own her and make her mine.
And here she is, like a gift from the gods, staring up at me.
There’s a part of me that’s aware I’m not thinking straight. A whisper I ignore. Instead of turning and ordering her out of here then wiping this from her mind, I take a few steps in to close that gap.
I stroke a hand through her curls, soft and silk.Everything about her, from the way her tits press against the front of her outfit, to the heave of each breath, or the warmth of life that shifts under her skin—it’s all so overwhelming.
I could order her to get my cock from my pants. Or I could do that, order her motionless while I rubbed my cock over her. But what I want to do, that urge that’s old as the world, is command she open her mouth and then feed my dick to her, inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat. Yes, I could make her sit, mouth open wide while I used my hand to jerk off and then slam hard down her throat over and over until I came.
I release the fantasy and take her in.
She looks at me in that way I understand too well.
Deep, ravenous hunger.
Except Elliot doesn’t want my blood. She wants me.
I rake my fingers over her skull, tangling them in her hair, and pull slightly. The dazed look deepens, and she closes eyes like she might climax from that alone. And it’s fucking hot.
“I asked you a question,” I murmur. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? Down here, touching things that don’t belong to you.”
“Getting your file,” she says. Her voice slurs and it’s like she’s licking my bare skin.
“No,” I say. “You’re not. “You’re down here, where you shouldn’t be, Miss Montague.”
I don’t stop touching her.
Elliot fascinates me. Turns me on.
And she lies.
I know she got off on different floors and walked around, snooping. She’s after something. From my searching, I found out why she’s here, but I don’t know what she thinks she’ll find.
“I need to go,” Elliot says. “I have a date.”
A date?
I focus on her. Elevated breathing, an uptick in her heart beat like a tiny surge of adrenaline hit. Another lie.
She tries to shift away, but I move closer, using my threaded fingers in her hair to pull her head back. Our gazes lock. “Never lie to me, Miss Montague. It doesn’t work.”
“Don’t touch me,” she spits, “or it gets you a lawsuit, Lucy.”
Suddenly that wildness that streaks through her hits me. It’s euphoric.Lucy?Really?
“Lucy?” I ask.
“Lucy.”
Laughter breaks free from me, and I bend down while pulling her closer so our mouths almost touch. The heat of her breath and the life radiating from her skin is almost as good as blood. Almost as satisfying as sex.
“Call me all the names you can think of,Monty. But lawsuit? There’s no such thing in this world. You signed your rights away when you signed up for the job. You can’t sue. You can’t talk about the world in here.”
“What world?”
