Page 20 of Sinister Games

CHAPTER7

RICHARD

Grabbing Elizabeth’s panties off the table, I ushered her out the back door of the restaurant without even bothering to pay or retrieve my coat. I would settle up with them later. Right now I had far more pressing matters to attend to.

Behind the large building, I walked her down the alleyway and made a right then another quick left. We stopped in front of an old iron gate, which secured a small, walled-in private garden.

Looking around, I spied half a brick that was probably used to prop open the back door of a business across the way. Taking it in hand, it only took two strikes of the rock to dislodge the small, ineffective padlock.

“Richard! This is breaking and entering!” exclaimed Elizabeth.

“I don’t give a fuck.” Growling my answer, I shoved her against the brick wall just inside the garden.

The stone cut into my palms as I caged her in. Before she could say another word, my mouth descended.

Finally claiming her for my own.

Leaning my hips in, I pressed my cock against her stomach as my tongue pushed between her teeth. She tasted of honey and champagne.

Elizabeth whimpered.

I was bruising her lips. I knew soon I would taste blood as the pressure of my mouth cut against the sharp edges of her teeth but I didn’t care.

I wanted her to feel pain from my kiss.

Wanted her to feel everything, including the threat of my cock.

Her small hands dug into the lapels of my jacket. Whether it was to draw me closer or push me away didn’t matter. I wasn’t going anywhere.

Seizing her wrists, I pulled them high over her head and secured them with only the grip of my left hand. She was so small and delicate, like a little bird.

One I would soon cage so only I could hear the beautiful song of her moans and pleas.

Turning her head to the side, her breath came in ragged gasps. “Richard, wait!”

“No.”

I claimed her mouth once more.

Fuck. I would never get enough of this woman.

It had become essential to my sanity that I possess her, everything about her—mind, body, and soul—from the first moment I saw her in the park two weeks ago.

She had ruined my careful plans by almost getting hit by that cab today but no matter. The time for making plans was over. From this point forward, there was nothing but action… and her delicious response.

Using her trapped position, pinned against the wall, I kicked her feet wider while swallowing her cry of alarm.

Wrenching her dress up over her ass, I once more pressed my hips into her pliant body, knowing the stone wall would scrape and bruise her soft flesh. The thought of one day soon putting a mark on that same gorgeous ass with my belt or hand sent another rush of blood to my cock till it swelled painfully tight and hard.

Fuck. I needed to be inside her, but that would have to wait.

Placing the heel of my palm between her legs, I pressed hard.

Elizabeth groaned.

“Do you like that?” I breathed against her open mouth. “You like the feel of my hand on your pussy?”

I forced one finger inside her wet heat. Christ, she was tight.

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