Page 6 of Bred By the Mercenary

He gently turns me to face him, his hands sliding down my arms.

“In my job, everything I do involves taking what the company needs, doing so without consent… but in my personal life, I’m different. I wanted to make sure you wanted me for you, notbecause it’s something you think I want. Because fuck me, little dove, you have no idea how hard I’m fighting to keep my distance from you and not rip your dress off. I had to make sure we’re on the same page, that’s all.”

Heart fluttering, I squeeze my thighs at his words.

“Are you a secret jewel thief?” I ask, thinking of his comment about his job, then laugh at my own question.

He chuckles as his arms wrap around my middle, holding me tight against him, his breath rushing across my throat.

“Now, I do believe you were asking for trouble,” he murmurs in my ear, his tongue suddenly curling around my earlobe, taking it into his mouth.

A gasp rolls past my throat at such a sensual act that has me close to climaxing. I need more of his skilled tongue. For the first time in too long, I feel like maybe things are going to go right for me.

“I want your kind of trouble,” I whisper, my pulse racing through me at my bravery.

My stomach is ticklish and excited with how incredible it feels to be in his arms, to have his mouth on me. Everything south of my belly is on fire, and my panties are drenched at how quickly he has me panting for him. I’ve never felt so out of control for a man before, but how can I resist him? He’s huge, with long, dark hair, hearty shoulders, and by the feel of the hardness in his pants, he’s not going to disappoint.

He’s got that scary look at first glance, but the way he speaks to me and treats me is like he’s cradling me in his arms, intending to keep me safe from the world.

“Good,” he breathes in my ear, covering me in delicious goosebumps. “You have no idea what you’re getting into, but I’ve thought of nothing else since laying eyes on you downstairs. I would have killed that motherfucker if he hurt you.”

“Okay.” That’s a bit much, but I’m not going to knock his over-protectiveness.

His mouth lifts to mine, and he kisses me ravenously. His tongue and lips are demanding, yet smooth and sweet. He licks me like I’m ice cream, and I take that as letting him have his way with my tongue, so I open up wider. He plunges into my mouth, tasting me, inhaling me.

I’m shaking all over, barely holding on as my knees wobble, all while breathing his masculine, almost smoky smell. It’s intoxicating.

His hands are on my waist, his fingers digging in, holding me. He’s a force that’s completely taken me off guard. Suddenly, he lifts me off my feet and has me seated on the edge of an outdoor table. He steps between my legs, forcing them wider. His dominance is breathtaking, especially when he’s pushing my dress up to my waist, so I spread wider to accommodate him between my thighs.

The cool air of the night does nothing to cool the blaze that is ready to burst. His erection presses against my pussy, the fabric of my thong and his pants an inconvenience.

“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you, little dove,” he says against my mouth. His hand traces down between our bodies.

I hold my breath as his fingers trace the smooth line of my bikini line before pulling back the elastic and slipping under.

He grins when I moan, arousal bursting through me.

His touch is fire as he slides the tips of his fingers over my slick lips.

“I love you like this,” he whispers, staring me in the eyes. There’s something so sexy about a confident man who stares at you as he pushes two fingers into your pussy, wanting to see every reaction on your face.

Electricity snaps inside me, my hips curling forward for him to reach deeper, to feel him fully stretching me.

“Oh God,” I groan.

“I can barely hold back from fucking you. To plunge in so deep, I’ll make you forget your name, and you’ll never have another man compared to what I’ll do for you.”

“Please, I want that.” My words are almost purrs.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Then we kiss again, and it’s heavy and wet.

My body shudders from how fast he’s fingering me, how his tongue plunges into my mouth, making me his. Pulling his fingers out, he starts to tease my clit, pinching and tapping it roughly.

I’ve never had anyone touch me in such a way. My body’s buzzing, and I’m fisting his shirt to hold on while my pussy is tingling to the point of losing my mind. A scream presses on the back of my throat when he releases my mouth, leaving me gasping.

“You’re about to come,” he tells me something like he’s inside my mind. “And you’re going to do it in my mouth.”

I blink, barely able to catch my breath, let alone find words.