Page 18 of A Ruthless Bargain
“Yes.”
I touched his cheek, the silkiness causing my breath to hitch. “Don’t kill me.”
“I have never left a loose end before,” he said. Was there a change in his voice as well? Would I even be able to tell the difference from his usual flatness?
My mind raced. I wanted his hands on me, wanted to know what caused the double shaft feeling of his penis (my analytical brain challenged whether that was even the right word).
With a shock, I accepted that I wanted him to take me. The loss of control excited me. Even now, the wish for him to touch me won the war against the fear that, in the end, he’d still kill me. Everything about my life screamed control. From my job to my home to my personality. I liked control.
Ordered to acquiesce to another’s sexual appetite… I hated to sound like a romance novel, but damn if that didn’t create a pool of desire.
“I can show my loyalty, convince you it isn’t necessary to kill me.” My pussy dripped in anticipation. “Perhaps we can barter, strike one more bargain.”
ChapterNine
“Are you recording me?”Jax asked, stepping back and grabbing my shoulders. He gave me a rough shake.
“Ow! What?” That was not an expected response and his bizarre action certainly killed the mood.
His head moved as he gazed up and down, trying to find a recording device.
“You don’t have x-ray vision, do you?” I asked out of genuine curiosity, but also to relieve the explosive tension.
He released my shoulders. “No, I do not.”
“Besides, who on Earth would I be recording for?” I laughed as I realized what I’d said. “I guess it could have been for someone not— oh.”
“You called our barters abuses of power and now you want to barter.” A thinly veiled threat underlay Jax’s hardened voice.
“I…” My brain failed to find the words to explain myself.
“It is a major change, with no explanation.” He crossed his arms over his massive chest, his biceps bulging.
The blood drained from my face. If that was the effect he was going for, he succeeded. “Maybe I’m more open to it now,” I whispered, my face hot with shame and lust.
“Perhaps we can barter, or reach a bargain,” he said, “after I confirm you have not been recording me.”
“O-ok,” I stuttered.
“Reach your hands over your head,” he commanded.
My arms lifted without thought, my elbows touching my ears.
Jax placed his hands on either side of my waist, his skin cool against mine where my shirt had risen, creating goosebumps. He grabbed the hem of the shirt and, with a slow, deliberate motion, slid the shirt up over my chest, covering my face briefly, before removing my shirt entirely. I wrapped my arms around my bare midsection, watching Jax.
He ran his hands around the shirt, especially the hems, before apparently concluding to his satisfaction that I hid no recording device there. His gaze shifted to my heaving breasts, barely contained by my lacy black bra.
I pushed my breasts together, showcasing them for Jax. “I might have a recording device in my bra,” I purred, and was rewarded by a flex in his jaw.
Jax ran his finger from my throat along my skin, stopping at the slope of my tits, before cupping one.
“Do females on your planet look as much like me as you look like men here?” My question popped out.
“Remarkably similar,” he said, as he squeezed and massaged along the fabric exterior.
A moan escaped.
He reached his free hand to cup my other breast, the action working in concert to raise my heart rate and temperature. His hands released my breasts and before I had time to regret that, he’d unclasped my bra and pulled it off. I wished I could see his eyes, though his sunglasses still aimed at me told me he was watching my reactions.