Page 13 of The Killer's Payment

But first I need to get her ready.

“Lie down for me, Sutton,” I tell her, my hands still circling her tits, fingers still working her nipples into hard little buds as she falls to the side of me.

I pull the flimsy nightdress over her hips and slide it down tanned legs, leaning back to take in the sight of her. With her hair spread out across the cushions and her eyes half-lidded, she looks like a goddamn angel. Almost the opposite of the cocky little brat who walked through my front door and strutted down my hall last night. I like both equally, butthisversion of her reminds me more of the virginity which is about to become mine.

I hook her leg over the back of the sofa, spreading her wide open for me.

No surprise when her hand comes down, yet another attempt to hide herself from me.

“Put your hands behind your head,” I demand.

“James…” she says, her best attempt at a protest.

Little does she know my name on her lips only makes me more desperate to hear her scream it.

“Was I not clear enough yesterday?” I ask, taking her wrists together in one hand and putting them where I told her to put them, stretching her body out beneath me like a string. “The only thing you have to do is follow my rules and do everything I say…like a good little girl.”

She lets out a breath, and we’re so close now I feel it on my cheeks. “Wasn’t that…” Her voice is every bit as strained as her body. “Wasn’t that what I had to do if I wanted to be sent back?”

I narrow my eyes at her, but she’s right.

“And now… now I don’t want to be sent back, do I?”

“No,” I reply. “Now you want…”

The hint of brattiness a moment ago turns to a blush as she looks away.

“Say it, Sutton.” I run my lips across her cheek and along her jaw, breathing in the smell of her hair. Of course she’d smell like fucking peaches. “Tell me what you wantnow.”

If she won’t answer, I’ll just have to drag the answer out of her…

I move down, trailing kisses as I go. Her neck. Her chest. The curve of her breast.

Has she ever been kissed before?

I doubt it. I bet Daddy’s kept her locked up tight—and with good reason. The girl’s a fucking walking temptation.

Of course she’s never been kissed before.

How cruel that she’ll experience her first kiss on the lips my fingers are working their way toward and not how I’m sure she imagined it.

I chuckle.

She’s wet, soaking wet, and I tell her that just before my mouth comes down on her nipple.

When I drag my fingers over her soft pussy, spread wide and waiting for me, her whole body bucks. I pull her nipple farther into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it while my finger circles around her tight entrance.

“James!”

There it is. My name again, except this time it’s more of a plea than a protest.

“You want me to take this?” I ask her. “Is that what you want now?”

I’ll have my answer if it kills me. If it kills us both.

My finger moves up to her clit, though the touch is so gentle she’ll only feel it as a form of torture.

“Yes!” she cries. “Yes. Please. I want it.”

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