Page 83 of Wicked Beautiful (Wicked Games 1)
A smile spreads over my face. Hello, little fly. Welcome to my web.
Parker whispers, “Why are you smiling?”
“Because I know something you don’t know.”
“Oh? What’s that?”
Between his spread legs, I sink to my knees. Still smiling, holding his gaze, I reach for his zipper. “You, my friend, are about to get royally screwed.”
His laugh is husky, but falters when I’ve got his zipper down and his hard cock in my hand. When I lean over and slip the engorged head into my mouth, he moans.
I flatten my hands over his abdomen and push. He falls back against the mattress. The motion makes his hips flex, driving him deeper into my mouth. I pull aside the fly of his trousers, open my throat, and take him all the way to the base.
Shuddering, he moans louder.
That’s right, Parker. Moan for me, you son of a bitch. Let me hear you fall apart.
I begin a ruthless assault on his cock, sucking hard on the crown, my fist curled around the shaft, fingers sliding up and down as I take him in and out of my mouth. I’m relentless, setting a furious pace, egged on by Parker’s helpless sounds of pleasure.
An animal blinks awake inside me. It’s savage and dangerous, breathing fire, talons extended, ready to strike. With every moan that slips from Parker’s lips, the animal grows more and more agitated, thirsting for blood.
When my teeth graze his cock on an upward sweep of my mouth, Parker grabs my arms, drags me up his body, kisses me, flips me to my back, and pins me to the mattress.
Panting, he says roughly, “Why are you angry?”
Just like that, because he can see me so clearly and I absolutely hate it, my temper snaps. “Fuck you, Parker!”
He freezes. He looks as if he’s been slapped.
I struggle to get out from under him, but it’s impossible; the man is too strong. He tightens his grip on my wrists, lowers his face to mine so we’re nose to nose, and growls, “What. The. Fuck.”
His erection is pressed between my open legs. I feel the vein that runs along the underside throb, and resist arching my hips to allow him to slide inside me.
“Get off me!”
“If I thought you really wanted me to, I would. What the hell is wrong? Stop squirming!”
I fall still, breathing raggedly. I can’t meet his eyes. Suddenly I feel claustrophobic; I have to get out of this room.
I close my eyes and turn my head, wishing my heart would slow down.
Parker gently nudges my earlobe with his nose. “Hey. Psycho. What’s going on with you?”
With my lips pulled between my teeth, I shake my head.
Parker adjusts his weight so he’s not crushing me quite as much, and says, “I like a challenge as much as the next guy, sweetheart, but this is getting ridiculous. Now spill.”
“I’m…I…” I take a moment to catch my breath and compose myself. I might have been just about to say something dangerously truthful. Finally I go with, “You lied to me earlier.”
Parker’s entire body stiffens. When I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me, unsmiling, his expression wary.
“When?”
I find it extremely interesting he has to ask.
“When I asked you what was wrong in the car. You said you were tired. That was a lie.”
He releases my wrists and props himself up on his elbows, his hands resting on either side of my head. He doesn’t move his pelvis, however.
