Page 14 of Seductive Sadist
A deep voice answers on the first ring.
“Go.”
“Alek, it’s Zak. Listen, I need you to check someone out for me.”
Alek is the brutal Russian boss of the Severinov Bratva. He also happens to be the head of Red Ladro, the syndicate my family is part of. If anyone can get intel on the Van Dyne’s, his team of master hackers can.
“Name?”
“Tyson Van Dyne.”
He’s quiet for a minute. “You know the rule about dragging Red Ladro into your own personal pissing matches.”
Ire flames in my chest. “I don’t give a fuck about the rule right now. Butyou’dbetter give a fuck about backlash on Red Ladro.”
“Yeah? And why the hell is that?”
“Because I’m pretty sure the bastard just tried to have me killed. And since the syndicate is balls deep in our guns trafficking business, I think you’d wanna find out why just as much as I do.”
Chapter5
Skyla
Igrip my bedsheet, my fingernails practically slicing through the silky fabric as my back bows off the mattress. Electricity crackles and shoots through my insides like beams in a laser light show. I choke on sharp gasps of air, my lungs tight like they’ve been noosed by the heaviest of chains. My screams puncture the silence, the air thick, heady, and tinged with the scents of sweat, sex, and sin.
“I always wondered how you’d taste, how addictive this sweet pussy would be. It’s so much fucking more incredible than I imagined.” Zak’s low murmur hums against my clit, sending my body right back into an uncontrollable frenzy as another orgasm commands every nerve ending. Explosive spasms overtake my limbs, my heart racing so fast, cardiac arrest might actually be likely.
I fist Zak’s longish dark hair to keep his head in place as he French kisses my pussy, and through the haze of erotic bliss clouding my mind, one question flashes like a neon sign.
Am I dreaming right now?
The boy I’ve loved for years has his face buried between my thighs, driving my body into orbit with his deviant tongue, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out what I did to get so lucky. I never thought he’d look at me the way he did when he leaned in to kiss me downstairs on the couch. Kylian left suddenly in the middle of the movie, saying he needed to run over to his girlfriend’s house.
I was a little shocked when Zak didn’t bolt out the front door once Kylian left. Hell, I wanted to scream with glee when he stayed in his spot on the couch next to me. But with him so close, the movie was the last thing on my mind. I guess the same went for him because the next thing I knew, he’d pulled me into his lap and devoured me like a freshly baked plate of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. It was hard not to swoon when his hard cock pressed into my belly.
I did that to him…?
It gave me a little jolt of confidence, but with zero experience in the sex department, I had no idea if I was doing things right. When he asked me if we could go up to my bedroom, I guessed I’d watched enough videos on Pornhub to fool him into thinking I was more worldly than I was.
All I have to say is thank God Kylian needed to run out. From what he tells me, all the guys on the football team have their own pregame rituals. And Zak’s is fucking.
Just when I think the pleasure is too much, he rolls on a condom and climbs on top of me. He has no idea I’m a virgin, so he’s not gentle. I swallow a cry, my pussy erupting into flames at the sudden, forceful intrusion.
But fuck, to have him deep inside of me after all this time… it’s worth every sliver of pain.
He snakes an arm around me and raises me off the mattress, one hand pressed into the small of my back as he drives into me hard and fast. Spasms quake my body with every push and pull against my clit. Zak’s eyes and expression are feral, his hard muscles tensing with each thrust until he finds my spot and fireworks explode in front of my eyes, the pain suddenly replaced with the most mind-bending euphoria I’ve ever felt.
“Look at me, Skyla,” he says, his voice husky. “I wanna watch you come all over my cock. But not until I tell you.”
My lips part, a chest-rumbling cry building in my throat. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”
“Fuck, yeah, baby. That pussy is screaming for me.” He tugs my head backward. “Beg me to make you come.”
“Make me come, Zak. Please, make me come!” I shoot up from the bed, the raspy words slipping from my lips. My silky nightgown is glued to my back like Saran Wrap from all the sweat. I clap a hand to my chest, my heart thrashing wildly. The bedroom is dark, and for a second, I forget where I am and why I’m here.
A shadow emerges from a corner of the room, and I pull the sheet up to my chin until I see who’s moving toward the bed.
“What the hell are you doing here?” My voice is a choked whisper. I swallow hard, urging my body to calm the hell down after that insanely intense dream.