Page 71 of Lord of Vice
When his cock sprang free, I found myself licking my lips. I couldn’t help my instant reaction, raking the edge of a finger down the side of his shaft.
He growled, the sound low and husky, enticing something deep inside. I continued taunting him, even rolling the tip around one ball then the other. I finally darted my gaze back to his face to make certain what I was doing was okay.
His entire brow was furrowed, his jaw as clenched as I’d ever seen it. But there was utter lust in his eyes, a haze already forming.
“Be careful, baby girl. I might not be gentle. Don’t start something you don’t want finished.”
I wasn’t certain what I was doing around him, but I also found myself incapable of ignoring the connection we shared. I tugged at his pants, needing the bloody clothes out of my sight. Once he was fully naked, I took a deep breath, my core already heating to a thousand degrees. There was something so magnificent aboutthe feel of his muscular thighs as I rolled my hands up and down them several times.
He was tense, more so than I thought he could ever be, staring down at me with a wry smile on his face. I was almost surprised he wasn’t commanding orders instead of allowing me to enjoy the moment, teasing him before daring to drag my tongue around his already purple cockhead.
I brushed both index fingers in the crease of his legs, which forced another growl from his throat.
“Are you trying to be a bad girl, to evoke my wrath?” His question was gravelly, almost garbled from desire and need building as much as mine was doing.
“Maybe.” I finally blew across the tip, immediately rewarded with several glistening beads of pre-cum oozing from the slit. I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip and that was the moment he fisted my hair at the scalp, jutting his hips forward.
“Be careful, little girl. I don’t take no for an answer. Haven’t you already learned that by now?”
I found myself eager to take his cock into my mouth, to once again taste my reward and that’s exactly what I did, purring and cooing as I licked the few drops. The taste was salty yet sweet, the combination irresistible.
“You need to suck me before I go out of my mind.”
His grip tightened as I wrapped my fingers around the base, pumping several times as I rolled his testicles between my fingers, squeezing until he moaned. This was the perfect way to control a man. I found it impossible to take my eyes offhim as his face contorted several times, his breathing becoming shallower with every stroke.
Every lick.
Finally, I couldn’t take teasing him any longer, engulfing the entire tip, using my strong jaw muscles to suck relentlessly.
He rolled onto the balls of his feet, throwing back his head as he controlled mine. Within seconds, he was forcing my head down further. I struggled to breathe, doing what I could to control my raging pulse. I flicked my tongue back and forth as I sucked, closing my eyes and savoring the moment.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Everything inside my warped mind was telling me that, but our connection and the man were far too irresistible. I wanted nothing more than to become lost in the moment and in the man, indulging in the kind of passion that wasn’t allowed for girls like me.
It wasn’t that he was rich or powerful, or even dangerous. It was that he understood me. My needs and wants, all the fears that had kept me from following through with my dreams. He just got me. I was quivering as I took him down an inch at a time until my bottom lip hit the base. It was hard not to gag, he was so large and determined to keep the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.
When he completely took over, all I could do was stare up at him, basking in the shimmer on his rugged skin, the way his long dark eyelashes framed his face and the incredible look of the stubble that outlined the most chiseled jaw I’d ever seen.
He pumped long and hard, every single muscle in his body hard as a rock. I was shocked he was able to breathe, his chest was heaving so much. I also expected at any second he wouldrelease, filling my throat with sweet cream. Not that I’d had that experience before this powerful, dominating god. I’d never known what it was like to truly please a man. His eyes were closed, every sound coming from deep within his chest primal. It allowed me to be lost in the fantasy, to forget all about the danger and predicament I was in.
When he opened his eyes seconds later, I was prepared for his full eruption, but he pushed me back by the shoulders, raking both hands through his hair. His body was swaying, the smile on his face practically evil.
“Shower time, baby. For both of us.”
I could tell he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He took me by the hand, his animalistic grin remaining as he guided me toward the bathroom. It was another marvel in artistry, so huge and beautiful that I was caught up in the moment. He finally let me go, turning on the shower controller. Water sprayed from two massive heads, the single glass panel barely covering what had to be a ten by six or more enclosure.
He studied me intently before ripping off my dress, tossing it aside. I kicked off my shoes as he’d done, uncertain what to expect from the powerful man. Using a single finger, he rolled it down my forehead to my nose, taking his time shifting downward until he’d rolled it between my breasts.
“Now, I suggest you remove those sexy panties of yours quickly or they will need to be disposed of.”
I gave him a sly grin and rolled the material down my legs. There was a time the thought of undressing in front of a man had horrified me. But around him, I felt so beautiful, so wanted.
The slight shake of his head, the subtle yet powerful approval was thrilling, more so than it had been before. I was trembling, my heart thudding. While his clothes had taken the brunt of the gunfight, I couldn’t help rubbing my thumb across his cheek, trying to remove the specs covering his handsome face.
While I continued to ask myself how I could feel so connected to a man like Kraven, the strangest thing of all was that it felt as if I’d known him my entire life. If only I could bottle the moment, enjoying the perfect experience even with blood still staining our skin.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, remaining silent as he pulled me toward the streaming water. Once inside, we stood close to one showerhead, the other pulsing beads of heated water against our legs for what seemed like several minutes. But as strings of red trickled down both arms, I couldn’t take concentrating on the images of what I’d seen, allowing the horrors from hours earlier to destroy what was left of my rational mind.
I grabbed the netted shower ball, surprised that’s what he used. Although I had to remind myself it had been more than obvious how much time he’d spent at the penthouse suite. Still, this was far more comfortable, better suiting a man like the Las Vegas Bratva leader. I wasn’t certain the scent of the shower gel I’d selected, nor did I care.