Page 131 of Taming Seraphine

Heaven help me.

Hell, come to my rescue.

I need to concentrate in case something inside her snaps and she turns me into a bitter eunuch.

“Did you swallow?” I ask with a gulp.

She lowers her lashes, wraps her fingers around the base of my shaft, and makes slow, up-and-down strokes. Her non-answer is an answer in itself, but I still have to ask.

“Seraphine?”

Her gaze snaps up to meet mine, and my heart slams against its cage.

“I swallowed as much as I could before Gregor charged in and knocked me unconscious. Are you going to continue asking questions, or do you want this blow job?”

FIFTY

SERAPHINE

Leroi is being uptight, and he won’t stop ruining the moment with his constant questions. What difference does it make? I had to defend myself from Samson. The psychopath got what he deserved.

A network of thick veins runs vertically along the underside of his shaft, which branch out into smaller diagonal and horizontal vessels. Leroi’s cock is a thing of beauty, much like the man himself.

Precum beads on its bulbous crown, making my mouth water for a taste. I wonder which is saltier, his cum or his blood. I want to taste them both.

Just as I’m about to run my tongue along the mouthwatering vein running up Leroi’s shaft, he takes hold of my face and forces me to look into his eyes.

“Seraphine?”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “What?”

“Get in the bath.”

“Don’t you want a blow job?” I ask, my mouth drifting toward his cock.

Groaning, he steps back and out of the reach of my mouth. “That’s a lesson for another time.”

My lips tighten, and I push back a surge of irritation. He’s a control freak and a perfectionist, but I suppose that’s part of his charm. It takes a man with that level of discipline and restraint to sneak past all those guards into the Capello mansion and murder the entire shitty family. I can’t even blame him for Samson being alive because I spent five years with the twins and only managed one major victory.

With a reluctant sigh, I rise off the edge of the bathtub. Leroi climbs in first, takes my hand, and lowers us down to sit, so I’m resting on his lap with my back against his chest.

His thick erection nestles between my ass cheeks. I give my hips a little wiggle, and he releases a throaty moan.

“Behave,” he growls, his voice thick with arousal.

When he grabs my thighs to hold me still, I settle back with a giggle.

“Yes, sir.”

“Say that again,” he says, his deep voice vibrating against my back.

“Yes, sir,” I repeat, my voice softening with mock submission. Reaching behind my back, I wrap my fingers around his shaft. “Anything you want.”

Leroi groans. “That’s my naughty little angel.”

He places soft kisses on the side of my face, all the while rubbing off the blood with his wet hands. The water is warm, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his touch.

“You took my cock so well,” he says. “Are you sore?”

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