Page 44 of Vicious Luna
I swear, he’s making this almosttooeasy.
“I do?” I question, feigning innocence.
He folds his thick, tattooed forearms over his chest, staring me down. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he grumbles. “Anyone could’ve been watching.”
“But didn’t you say that you’re the only one with access?” I ask sweetly.
Cam’s frown deepens.
Rolling my eyes, I push to sit up on the cot, swinging my legs over the edge. “You’re right, I’ve been bad. Maybe you should spank me or something,” I suggest with a wink.
“Enough with the games,” he snaps, his shouldersbunched with tension as he advances a step toward me. “You seem to be forgetting that you’re a prisoner here.”
I shoot to my feet, folding my arms underneath my boobs to mirror his stance. “Andyouseem to be forgetting that you’re my warden, but here we are,” I say, flipping my hair back. “So whatcha gonna do about it, big man? You know you didn’t come all the way down here just to yell at me.”
He stalks in my direction, stopping short right in front of me. With every breath, our chests almost brush, his dark eyes intense as he holds me hostage under the weight of his glare.
"Looks are free, but touching will cost you,” I whisper, meeting his unwavering stare with defiance.
The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Oh yeah, what's the price?" he murmurs.
My lips spread into a smug grin. "Your soul."
“Sold that a long time ago,” he remarks, snorting a wry laugh.
I wet my lips with my tongue, his gaze flickering down to my mouth to track the movement. “You wanna know what I was thinking of when I was touching myself?” I ask as his eyes return to mine.
His Adam’s apple bobs with a swallow as my hands land on his belt. “Don’t,” he chokes, cuffing my wrists with his hands. He doesn’t lift them from his belt, though. He just holds them in his grip as he stares at me, the muscle in his jaw feathering while he fights that internal war with himself once again; the same one he struggles with every time we get close. He doesn’twantto want this, but he can’t help himself.
Welcome to the fucking club, dude.
“Then stop me,” I challenge, slipping my fingers beneath the leather strap of his belt to unfasten it.
He yanks my hands away in response, but he doesn’t exactly put a stop to what I’ve started. Instead, he releases my wrists and brings his own hands to his belt, proceeding to undo the buckle, pop the button on his jeans, and shove themdown his hips, all while holding steady eye contact with me. The metal buckle of his belt clinks when it hits the concrete floor and I sink my teeth into my lower lip as I gaze up at him with unbridled desire. I’m not much of an actress, but it sure helps when I’m playing a part that I don’t have to fake. Even though I just came less than ten minutes ago, there’s a needy throb pulsing between my thighs and that impressive bulge in his boxer briefs is the only cure.
A devious plan takes shape in my mind as I slowly sink to my knees in front of Cam, eyeing his rumpled jeans on the floor around his ankles. The keys to the cell areright therein the pocket. All I need to do is swipe them without him noticing, then make a break for the door while he’s still got his pants down. I’ll lock him in, then force him to give up his car keys and the passcode to get out of the basement. I could be back home before dinnertime.
The look in Cam’s eyes as he stares down at me is pure sex, tinged with reverence and awe. Something tells me he’s never met a girl quite like me before and he’s not sure how to handle it. Too bad he’ll live to regret ever crossing my path.
He claims he already sold his soul, but now I’m on my knees, prepared to sell my own to the devil himself.
21
The moment Luna gets on her knees, I know she’s about to rock my goddamn world.Again. One time can be written off as a mistake, but going for seconds? Not so much.
I shouldn’t let it happen. Continuing to get physical with her could compromise the mission, not to mention the fact that it’s wrong on so many levels. She isn’t evenhuman, for fucks sake. But right now, on her knees before me licking her lips and gazing up at me with those whiskey-brown eyes, she’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Despite what Ishoulddo, I don’t make any move to stop her when she reaches forward to tuck her fingers into the waistband of my boxers, nor do I resist when she tugs them down, my rock-hard cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and bobbing in front of her face. She lights up with excitement as she wraps a lithe hand around my girth and gives it a languid stroke, my thigh muscles clenching as a jolt of pleasure rips through me.
“This is what I was thinking of when I touched myself,” she confesses as she strokes me in her warm palm, staring at my package with hearts in her eyes. Then she lifts her gaze tomeet mine again, lips curling in a smirk. “You’re a total douchebag, but you’ve got a nice dick.”
“And you’ve got a smart-ass mouth, but it seems you’ve worked out another use for it,” I murmur, reaching down to thread my fingers into her light blonde hair. Holding her eye contact, I tug on the strands to tilt her head back. “Open up, Luna.”
I thrust my hips forward to claim her mouth the instant she complies with my directive, her plush lips parting around the smooth head of my cock to welcome me in. She swirls her tongue around the tip, then opens her throat to take me deeper as I slowly feed her an inch at a time, savoring the sensation. I can’t deny that I’ve fantasized about this exact scenario, and her mouth feels even better than I imagined it would; so warm and wet and inviting that all the air leaves my lungs on a shuddered exhale, my pulse taking off at a gallop.
“Fuck,” I growl, tightening my fingers in her hair as she takes me all the way to the back of her throat.
I’m too big for her to take it all, but she’s still gripping the base, matching her strokes with each bob of her head so that her fist functions as an extension of her mouth. It feels fucking awesome, but I can’t completely let go and enjoy it. Not when I know she’s up to something.