Page 63 of Lesson In Honesty
She was, Sierra noted, all speed and grace, her moves fast and accurate. Teeth bared, eyes fixed in concentration and viciously blue, she used her entire body as a weapon while her Dom tried to defend himself and keep her pinned.
Taking a page from the assassin’s book, Sierra swung her elbow back, catching Mack in the ribs. He grunted, some of his weight easing off her, and she tried bucking again. An uncoordinated kick of her legs caught the inside of his knee.
“Liam?” he snapped.
“Blood is a hard limit. Safeword is red. Other than that, you’re the Dom here.”
In other words,game on.
Sierra kicked again, twisting underneath Mack. She had a mental vision of performing action hero gymnastics, spinning and planting her feet in his chest to shove him back, leaping to stand on the bench and launch herself on top of him before he recovered.
Unfortunately for her, she was not an action hero. She wasn’t even on Tabitha’s level, which was why she failed to rememberthat while her torso could twist, her hips were well and truly hooked over the raised hump. “Shit.”
“Let me help you, naughty girl.”
Holy hell,thatwas Mack’s Dom voice? Richly dark, smooth, sinfully beautiful. Her body quivered even as her brain engaged the emergency warning signs—laidback he might be, but he was dangerous in more ways than one.
Flailing, trying not to let her nervous laugh make things worse, Sierra attempted to roll away. The laugh erupted, strangling her as a strong arm snaked beneath her, settling between her breasts, his hand collaring her throat.
“Get your friend to teach you how to fight,” he rasped in her ear. “She’s doing a lot better than you are, little girl.” His other hand arrowed between her legs, testing her with a shallow thrust of his fingers. “Perfect. Hot and wet. This tight little cunt is going to keep my cock warm while we wait for Master Grit to get his sub under control.”
Sexy threat. Dirty talk.Little girl.
Oh boy, that was the trifecta offuck mesigns.
“Not happening!” Determined to win at least one little battle in the war she’d inevitably lose, she tried to bite his forearm. “I’m really not in to sports, Mack. Particularly those that involve any kind of bat.”
He chuckled. “Thanks for stroking my ego, pixie. Liam, condom?”
Ah, Liam would save her. He was only her second lover, so he knew she’d never taken anything bigger than him—and he was substantially gifted in that department.
“You did the requisite health tests?” he asked.
Mack tightened his fingers around her throat gently when she struggled. “Two weeks before I arrived, as requested. All clean.”
“Liam!” Sierra protested. “He’shuge.”
“Haven’t heard you scream in a while, minx.” Flashing her a grin, the asshole lifted a shoulder. “Better get used to him, Sierra—you’ve got him for a month.”
Even as her mouth dropped open, she felt the rounded head of Mack’s cock press against her. No, not rounded, she realized as it stretched her open; it was just the tip of a mushroom crown. “Oh, oh, oh no. Mack—”
“Good and wet,” he commented, gripping her hip in one hand and controlling her throat with the other. “What do you think, pixie, can you take all of me in one go?”
Could she hell as like do that! “No, don’t you dar—”
It only took one thrust for her mind to go blank. Her pussy felt like the narrow neck of a wine bottle being stuffed with a cork, the pressure building beneath as the stopper was relentless pushed where it wouldn’t quite fit.
Christ on a crutch, he was thick. Her inner muscles rippled around him, snugger than a glove. Only her own natural lubricant prevented him from getting wedged in there.
Before her cheek thumped to the padding, she got a blurry view of Grit fiercely wrestling Tabitha back down onto the bench, his fingers biting into either side of her neck on the sensitive points that elicited a submissive response.
Exhausted from her own fight, she went limp.
Struggling to draw a breath, Sierra groaned, whimpering as Mack fucked her slowly, lazily, apparently content that she didn’t need any time to process the cock invading her. Corrupting her one inch at a time.
“Are you done fooling around now?” Mack asked Grit, his thumb stroking the side of her throat where her pulse throbbed.
Sweating and flushed, sporting what was going to be a real pretty black eye, Grit wiped his free hand over his mouth. “Remind me to smack you for that comment later. Better yet, I’lllet the little tiger get her claws into you. I forgot how vicious she is when she’s desperate.”