Page 37 of Betting Blind

“And you were?” I ask and arch an eyebrow.

She shrugs nonchalantly and steps forward until she is right in front of me. I open my legs, settling my hands on her hips as she steps closer. “I know your secret,” she whispers, and I tense every muscle in my body. I’m alone, in the dark, with a murderous woman that could kill me six ways to Sunday.

Yep. This is how I die.

Her fingertips trace along my skin, starting from my wrists and moving down over my elbows and then up to my shoulders. I shudder at the featherlight touch and narrow my eyes at her. “Do you now, Princess?” I ask softly and dip my fingers into her back pockets, giving her delicious ass a squeeze. She really is sinful in a pair of tight jeans and a worn band t-shirt.

If she knew what we were really planning, she would murder us all in our sleep without batting an eye. I have to tread carefully here. My eyes search her face for any tell but find nothing but a glint of humor in her green eyes.

“Yes,” she whispers and swings her legs over my own, straddling my lap. Her lips curve into a wicked smile, and I’m not sure how to read it. Every fiber of my being is on high alert. She’s either going to fuck me within an inch of my life or stab me within an inch of my life, and at this point, I don’t know which direction this encounter is going to take. My dick hopes it’s option number one. It presses against the seam of my pants painfully.

I squeeze her ass again before dragging my hands up her back and placing them on her shoulders. “Tell me,” I order softly and brush her long hair off her shoulder, revealing the column of her neck. My hand travels up to her throat, and I rub my thumb in circles across her pulse point. My cock throbs painfully, and I feel a drop of precum stick to my boxers. I haven’t touched her since that day in the warehouse, and I am starving for a release.

Her breath hitches and she shifts on my lap, grinding herself slowly along my aching erection. “Everyone thinksyou’re such a big, bad bear. They’re afraid of you,” she whispers breathily and presses herself harder against me.

“As they should be, Princess,” I chuckle and give her throat a gentle squeeze. “Are you afraid?”

“Of you?” she asks quietly, and I nod once in answer. “No,” she responds immediately. “Because I know that deep down…” She leans forward and presses open-mouth kisses along my exposed collarbone. “You.” Kiss. “Are.” Kiss. “Just a.” Kiss. “Teddy bear.” Her tongue drags from the base of my neck to the shell of my ear, and I nearly arch off the sofa.

“Fuck, baby, do that again,” I command with a groan.

Emelia grins and repeats the motion on the other side of my neck, eliciting the same response. My spine tingles and my cock is the hardest it’s ever been. I breathe a small sigh of relief because she doesn’t know every secret, and it doesn’t look like I’m going to get stabbed tonight. “The other two have gotten to have their fun a lot lately,” she says and dips her fingers underneath my shirt. “But you haven’t touched me.”

“I haven’t,” I admit quietly and flex my hand around her throat. The truth is I wanted to find her every single day and bury my cock in one of her holes every hour, but I’m trying to be a good team lead and not let pussy distract me, no matter how gorgeous it is. I meet her gaze and notice the slight pouty set of her lips. “Does that make you sad, Princess?”

She nods once and bites her lip. “I don’t usually do well with being told what to do. I don’t take orders very well, but with you…” She trails off and grinds her hips against me again. “I want you to tell me what to do. To take care of everything. I just want to feel,” she admits, her voice raw.

I let go of her throat, slip my hands under her thighs, and stand suddenly. She lets out a quiet squeak and wraps herarms around my neck. “Well then.” I kiss along her neck and the sides of her face. “Allow me to make you feel. Feel my hands on your skin. My tongue in your mouth. My cum dripping from inside you. You’ll feel all of me, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, and her head falls back against her shoulders, exposing her throat to me.

I drag the flat of my tongue up her throat, leaving a wet trail along her skin. She shudders and it’s all I can do to get to my room and lock the door. I want to make this last. To draw this out until she is begging for mercy, but I’m not strong enough for that. I’m barely holding myself together. “On the bed. Lay on your back,” I command and set her down in front of me. “Wait,” I say as she turns to walk away. “Strip.”

Emelia lets another wicked smile cross her lips as she grabs the shirt and pulls it over her head, revealing a pair of bare, delicious tits. My mind glitches as I watch her slide the skinny jeans down her legs and steps out of them. She has no underwear on.

My eyes roam over her body as she stands before me completely naked. She quirks an eyebrow at me, and I nod for her to get on the bed. God fucking dammit, her ass is gorgeous, and I am not going to last five minutes once I am inside her.

“Please,” she whispers and cants her hips in slow circles. “Declan, please don’t make me wait.”

My name on her lips is my undoing. I shuck my clothes off so fast that my shirt rips. “Come here, Baby, let me see how well you take me.” I dip my fingers into her wetness and moan as two of my fingers slip inside her easily. She is more than ready for me. I climb over her and cover her body with mine.My lips find hers in a blistering kiss, and she groans when I rub my dick against her slick entrance.

I line up and sink into her in one slow, agonizing thrust. A low groan escapes me as her walls clench around me. Emelia gasps when I pull back only to sink even deeper into her delicious heat. “Normally,” I whisper and lick the shell of her ear, “I would restrain you so you can’t touch me, but I’m not going to lie to you.” I thrust sharply. One. Two. Three. “I want to feel your fingernails sink into my skin when I make you come undone.”

Her body quivers beneath me, and she cries out as I start a brutal pace. She grips my shoulders and claws at my skin, her fingernails leaving burning tracks across my back. My cock jerks at the pain. “Declan,” she gasps and her walls pulse around me.

I rear back and look down at her with a smirk. My right hand circles her throat again. I place my fingers in the spots that allow me to squeeze without crushing her windpipe. “What a pretty necklace for you, Princess, it looks so good around your neck.” I squeeze a little harder and watch as her face turns pink.

She drops one hand to my wrist and the other grips the sheet above her head. Will she stop me? Will she beg for more? Emelia closes her eyes, submitting to me. My heart twitches in my chest at the amount of trust she’s giving me. Fuck. I know at this moment that I’m as screwed as the other two dumbasses that trail after her like lost puppies.

“Such a good girl,” I croon as I thrust my hips hard. Her pussy tightens, and I know she’s almost at the edge. “Come for me, Baby,” I urge and feel her walls start to milk my cock.“Come for Daddy,” I whisper with a groan and release her throat as she falls.

She screams her release, pulling me over the edge of ecstasy with her. I still and empty myself inside her with a hard shudder. I brace myself above her with my hands on either side of her face. “Lay still,” I whisper and brush the hair from her face. She moans and winces when I pull out and disappear into my bathroom for a towel.

I come back with a warm washcloth and kneel between her open thighs, intent on wiping her clean. I smile slightly when my eyes narrow in on the cum slowly dripping from her stretched cunt. Mine. The thought jolts me out of my lust-filled daze, and I nearly fall backwards off the bed.

She can’t be mine. She can’t be any of ours. She’s a loose end that will need to be burned when this job is done. I need to get a fucking handle on myself. My fingers trail up her thighs and she twitches slightly. I gently clean her up, toss the cloth into the hamper, and pull her up into the bed with me.

Maybe she can be mine, if only for tonight.

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