Page 43 of The Biting Bargain

"Hold on," I murmur into her ear. "And whatever happens, don't let go."

She obediently clutches the headrest, her emerald eyes dilated with confused desire.

"What are you gonna do?" That rough tremor in her voice has hot tendrils of desire shooting through my body.

"Remember the first rule, dove," I murmur, and she shivers as I slide down her neck, scraping her sensitive skin with my fangs. But I'm not going to bite her, not now. I have more pressing needs. "What was it again?"

"The master is in charge..."

"Good girl." I slide a hand up her thigh, push up her skirt. The fabric is cool against my touch, but her skin is almost hot, like she’s glowing beneath me. I hook my fingers under her panties and pull them down her legs, not letting her emerald eyes out of my sight.

Her heady scent envelops me, overpowering, pulling the plug on my brain, and the first monitors are starting to switch off when the thought of what Stellan, that depraved sicko, would have done to her had I drawn the wrong cards flares up with all-consuming intensity. I yank her panties off and throw them behind me, hooking one hand under her knee and bending her open for me. Polly gasps.

"Remember one thing," I say, skewering her with a look. "As long as our deal is on, no one else will touch you. I forbid it. Do you understand?"

She swallows, her throat is working as she nods once.

"What was that?"

"Understood," she whispers, hastily adding, "Sir."

I nod, diving low.

Mine! The thought burns through my mind, bright and hot as a phosphorus grenade, as I pull her further down until her ass sticks out over the seat, exposing her in all her dripping wet beauty. Her face flushes a deep red, her eyes widen as I dive between her wide spread thighs and plant a first kiss on her pussy.

Wild desire floods me at first contact with her sweet, tangy taste and something inside me snaps. I dig my hands into the back of her knees and bend her wide, her mewling sending shivers down my spine as I place a broad lick over her clit.

Mine.

All mine.

She arches towards me, her hands clawing the seat as I devour her, licking, sucking, stoking her desire higher and higher until she has forgotten that bastard Stellan, and all the other bastards before who dared to touch her or even look at her sideways.

The only bastard she shall ever remember is me.

Mark her. Claim her. Make her mine.

She grinds against my face as I fuse my mouth to her pussy, sucking on her clit, and she squeals as the first climax slams through her body like a freak wave, cursing my name so loud the cars passing us by must hear her.

ChapterTwenty

Polly

There’snothing much you can say when your mind evaporates. Any thought turns liquid and you see stars, right? I mean, at least nothing coherent. Whatever nonsense I sputter as I come, it’s not meant to actually mean anything. At least I hope so. The only coherent thing that comes out of my mouth is a croaky "Please, more…"

"Patience, dove." Somewhere far away he chuckles, his deep voice reverberating through my core. "I told you I’d make it up to you, so let me."

He’s not done with me yet, keeps licking across my folds that are still so sensitive from the previous high. His touch has shivers of pure lust vibrating through me. Dammit, the way he’s licking in long, savoring strokes of his tongue, each perfectly placed to where I feel him the most, is slowly spiraling me down towards madness.

This is too good. I’d never thought something like this would be so good. I’m pretty sure the human body isn’t designed to experience something like this. My mind is melting away under his touch and all I can do is whimper and claw into that headrest he has fixed me to with a simple command.

"Stay with me." His dark eyes hit me across my mons, snapping my mind back into the now, back into my trembling body that is buzzing with desire I’ve never felt so strong, so refined. My heart is racing so fast I literally feel it pounding in my ears. Every fiber of every muscle is tensed, every cell inside me vibrating.

"I want you to look at me while you come," he says, adding one, long and slow lick over my clit that has me gasping. "Understood?"

"Yes!" I whimper, holding on to the seat for dear life as he shoves one finger inside me and curls it and hits some spot I didn’t even know I had and the world disintegrates around me. I can’t do a thing, just hold on and stare as he licks and fucks me with his hand and lose control about me. My mind, my body, any lucid thought drowns in that wave of pleasure that’s crashing over me, ripping me away — all the while he pins me down with that glare of his.

Like he would own all of this. My pleasure, my body, the gibberish I’m spouting out while I come and come and come and he still doesn’t stop. It is the sweetest torture I’ve ever endured.

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