Page 14 of Deadly Passion

“You did something for me that night,” he says. “Something I’ve been waiting years for, and I want to repay you for that.”

I gasp as his hand finds the edge of my wet skirt. His scorching palms slide underneath the fabric. I hate him for putting me in this position, but I’m not stupid. Surrendering to his touch and sharing his body heat is the only thing that’ll help me survive the night in these conditions.

His fingers probe higher, stroking my inner thighs before reaching the hem of my knickers and tugging them down without breaking our stare.

I stand firm, trying my hardest not to show how good his touch feels and how much I don’t want him to stop.

His hand cups my pussy in his palm as I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning at the heat. Then he slides his fingers between my lips to find the wetness waiting there.

“You’re like me, Ivy,” Callen says as he pushes a finger inside me effortlessly.

“I’m nothing like you,” I pant, pushing my hips against him.

Hey, I’m in a life-or-death situation! No one can judge me for this.

“We’ll see about that,” he says, withdrawing his finger and dropping to his knees.

He yanks my skirt down and grabs my waist possessively to hold me in place. His broad shoulders force my legs to spread wider. I groan as his breath warms and teases me, then he presses his lips to my wetness. I yelp, grabbing his hair in encouragement. That’s all he needs.

Callen doesn’t eat me out gently. No, he ravages me with his tongue. He probes and circles, making me cry out into thedarkness. I relinquish myself to the feeling, shut my eyes, and imagine the man feasting on my cunt isn’t one of the monsters who locked me up here.

He latches onto my clit, sucking hard to draw intense pleasure from me. He doesn’t stop when I yank his hair and keeps going. The sensation is so overwhelming that it’s almost painful.

“Yes,” I moan as he reaches to squeeze my tits. “Fuck, yes!”

My legs shake uncontrollably, but not from the cold this time, from the desperate urge to come all over his face.

“That’s it, princess,” he murmurs, pulling away for a brief second to look up at me. My wetness soaks his beard. “I’ve always known exactly who you are.”

CHAPTER 9

CALLEN

Her sweet juices spill over my tongue. She can’t hide her desire for me, no matter how much she’d like to resist. I pinch her pebbled nipples, and my cock strains in my pants, desperate to feel her pussy clamp around me again.

Freddie would be furious if he knew I was here, but he couldn’t blame me for my actions. Seeing every inch of her sexy curves made it impossible not to act. I’ve had blue balls for weeks, and it’s not my fault she’s the only one who can make me hard. I thought I could fuck anyone, anytime, but Ivy’s broken me. Smart arse serial killers are the only thing that gets my blood pumping, and I can’t miss an opportunity to have her to myself.

Goosebumps cover her skin, and her cold thighs clench around my head as I lick her slippery clit to tease another breathy moan from her lips. She’s what I’ve been craving. Being around her is intoxicating, and I’m driven by the urge to make her mine.

All. Fucking. Mine.

I plunge my tongue into her, caressing her from the inside. Her tensing muscles show she’s getting close, and I want to suspend on the edge. I won’t give her what she wants so easily, not after what she’s done.

Suddenly, I pull away, leaving her panting for more.

“What the fuck?” she gasps, her words filled with horny-fuelled fury. “You can’t stop now!”

For a prisoner, she’s pretty fucking needy.

“Why?” I tease, wanting to make her beg. “Tell me how much you want me, princess.”

“I…” She pauses, realising what game I’m playing, and her lips curl into a sexy snarl. “Fuck you.”

Of course, she wouldn’t make it easy for me.

“Is this what Bram did to you?” I ask, stopping myself from returning to devour her pussy instantly. Instead, I circle her entrance with two fingers. She twitches under my touch. She loves it, but she’ll never admit it.

“You bastard,” she seethes while her hips gyrate.

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