Page 40 of Bad Blood

Like a bastard, I like that she’s scared of me.

Her breath hitches when she turns to walk ahead and it’s clear she hates every second of this.

As she takes the first step, I return my hand to the small of her back.

Straightaway, I notice how her pulse quickens and her cheeks color again.

“Isn’t your father going to be home soon? Or someone parent-like?”

Parent-like. I like that, except I wish it weren’t in reference to my stepmother.

“No, I’m by myself. Are you nervous, Billie?”

“I’m not nervous. I just want to go home. How long are you keeping me here?”

“Not sure yet.”

When we get to my actual bedroom, which, I admit, looks as well put together as a hotel suite, she glances around again, more surprised than she was downstairs.

Because we’re in my bedroom, though, the surprise is short-lived.

When those green eyes meet mine again, she looks at me as if she knows the real games are about to begin. Cleaning my car was just the warm up and now we’re going to be doing what I really want.

“Are you going to fuck me?” She stutters.

I smile. “Not sure yet.” Of course, I’m fucking sure what I want. I’ve said so repeatedly, but she doesn’t want that today. It doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.

I reach forward and lift the strap of her bikini top, locking the band around my finger.

“What do you want to do to me? Obviously I’m in your room for a reason.”

“You are. Cutting to the chase again?”

“Can we?”

“Definitely. Take this off. Let me see you properly. Not through a screen.”

Trembling fingers find their way to the string holding the cups of her top together, and when she undoes it and her breasts come free, I go from zero to hard in nanoseconds.

Her nipples are puckered and ripe, ready to be sucked, and I can’t resist. No fucking way can I see nipples like that and not do anything. I don’t know who could.

I reach for her and lower my mouth to her left nipple, taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I can.

I suck gently to calm her, and it seems to work because she allows me to suck her breast, and I move to the other to give it the same attention.

A little moan falls from her lips and, fucking hell, it’s the best sound ever.

She places her hand over her mouth to hold the sound in, but I grab her wrist and move her back into the wall.

It’s only when we crash against it that I break my wild suckle and meet her pleasure-filled gaze.

“Don’t hide your moans from me. I want to hear you.”

“You bastard.”

“Afraid you’ll like it too much?”Or me?

She looks away when I catch her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger so I can squeeze the taut peak.

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