Page 55 of Pretty Evil

Her soft voice reaches me across the darkened room, and I turn slowly and stare at the goddess who has walked into my web.

She dazzles in the same red dress she wore yesterday evening, and those heels are a very welcome sight indeed.

“I’m glad you could make it, despite the unfortunate situation at home.” I say with a lazy grin as I drag my eyes the length of her body, salivating at what will soon follow.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world.” She grins, her gaze assessing me as I stand before her in nothing but the silk pants I wore on the plane.

She stares at me with a hunger I share, and I say huskily, “You are a little overdressed for what I have in mind.”

I watch as she unzips the dress slowly and steps out of it like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis, wearing nothing but the tattoo I gifted her and a lustful smile.

She walks toward me in the red heels and whispers, “I could say the same about you.”

Without breaking eye contact, I lower my pants and step out of them, facing her with a raging hard-on and a wicked glint in my eye. She stops before me and, with a sexy grin, drops to her heels and takes my cock in her hand, her nails scratching my balls as she licks the pre-cum from the head. She swirls her tongue around the top and caresses my balls and I stare down at her in fascination as the lights of the city glisten like stars outside the uncovered window.

I love how fearless she is and how she matches my mood without any questions.

She takes me to the back of her throat, and I groan as my cock slides home where it belongs. Inside any part of this woman will do. She is home to me right now, and I didn’t appreciate how much I needed this. Neededherand as she sucks my cock and rolls my balls in her gentle fingers, I swear I relax for the first time in ages.

I fist her hair and thrust in hard, using her willing mouth as a receptacle for my desire, pushing in fast and deep as she groans her appreciation as she sucks me hard.

There are no other sounds but the moans of lust as two people carry on where they left off and as the tension builds, I pull out and growl, “Swap with me.”

She stands, her ass against the window as I drop to my knees and return the favor. Parting her thighs with a feral growl as I take her clit in my mouth and suck gently, loving how she tastes of honey and sin, which is my newfound addiction. I tease her clit as she moans and as her legs tremble, I pull away and whisper, “Turn around.”

As she presses her body to the window, I move behind her and grip her hips, pulling her back against my hard cock as I tease her from behind.

She leans back against me, and I nip at her neck, whispering, “This is what I need.”

She pushes back against my cock and whispers, “Stop talking.”

It makes me smile as I slide in home, surprised at the rush of emotion I experience when I am fully inside her. She moans, her breath rapid and loaded with desire as I push in deeper, loving the wet trail easing me inside. As I bite her neck, I hold her hips and shove harder inside, dominating my woman, giving her nowhere to go. As I plunge in hard and fast, the sensations overpowering me are of lust and desperation. I needed this—I needed her and one night is nowhere near long enough.

Her scream of ecstasy is accompanied by a wet burst of heat as she milks my cock, causing me to explode inside her, loving how she shudders against me.

I bury my face in her neck and push in deeper, prolonging every second of this amazing sensation. This isn’t sex. It’s a declaration and as I run my arms around her body, I pull her against me and hold on tight. I still don’t know what it is about this woman that intrigues me so much, but I do know I am nowhere near finished with her yet.

She turns and smiles up into my eyes. “I missed you, Alexei.”

“Same.” I stroke her face lightly and grin. “I was cheated out of more adventures with you.”

“I feel the same.” She sighs and leans against my chest as my arms fold around her.

“How is your mom?”

I’m touched that she asks, and I say with a heavy heart. “She’s just about coping. It’s a huge loss to us all, but especially to her.”

“It’s ironic, really.”

She nestles into my arms, and it is so good to be with her again.

“What is?” I kiss the top of her head and she says sadly, “Your mom is devastated, whereas mine is ecstatic.”

That surprises me and I pull back and stare at her with interest. “Why?”

She shrugs. “Their marriage, as it turns out, wasn’t a happy one, and he was no longer the man she met back in Chicago.”

“I see.” It would explain a lot and I say evenly.