Page 30 of Lady Killer

He leaned in, using the belt to bring my face closer to his. “Who else?”

“No one.” My voice was rough and brittle, but the word left my lips all the same.

Alister stilled, his nostrils flared. “You’re a virgin?”

I nodded.

He flexed the belt behind me, the leather now soft and warmed by my skin, and pulled me in tight until we were nose to nose.

“No wonder so many killers want you. You’re the final girl. Now, keep your hands behind you.” His command cracked like a whip.

Giving in, the last of my resistance left me in a half-spoken sigh, and I relaxed on the bed.

He released the belt from the back of my neck, only to begin sliding it down, pulling the leather wide to wrap around my shoulders before dragging it down the outer edges of my arms and bringing it to rest on top of my wrists.

“Good choice,” he breathed into my ear as he reached around me.

He wrapped the belt around both my wrists and forced them together, causing my shoulders to pinch and my breasts to push forward. Then he shoved his thigh betweenmy own to get closer before he returned his attention to securing the belt.

As he worked the leather through the buckle, he continued to brush his lips over the column of my neck, causing my core to throb with a need so desperate that a whimper escaped me.

Alister ground his leg into me, and I rubbed against the chiseled marble of his thigh.

He yanked the belt tight around my wrists, causing it to cut into my skin ever so slightly.

With my hands bound behind me, he stood up, taking my gaze along with him.

One hand trailed across my jaw and down my neck, down my sternum, his fingers gently stroking the triangle of exposed skin above my shirt, coming to pause just between my breasts. He tapped lightly against my breastbone, once, twice, three times, before continuing his path down my center, now running the pads of his fingers over my sweater.

The coarse wool muffled the sensation of him, and I arched forward, chasing the electricity of his touch.

He tsked. “This is a punishment, demoness. You will learn to take what you are given and like it.”

My eyes narrowed, and I bared my teeth.

The smirk on his face was slowly transforming into something much more wicked, and as he crossed the space from my stomach to the top of my hips, a bolt of adrenaline shot through me when I realized I didn’t know where this ended. What he would take. What I wanted to give.

“Stay with me, petite diablesse.” Alister’s order came swiftly as he curled his fingers under the waistband of my skirt, slid underneath the elastic of my underwear, and made contact with the sensitive skin there.

His other hand braced my thigh where my knit thigh-high socks met my tights, his fingers digging into me to fist the sheer fabric. He twisted it in place for a second before releasing and pressing his thumb firmly into the inside of my thigh and beginning to stroke me roughly.

“These are in my way.”

Without hesitation, he grabbed my tights and tore, splitting them down the middle and exposing me to him.

“Alist—‍”

Before I could finish saying his name, he delivered a sharp smack to my center. My underwear was damp with need, absorbing the sound of his blow but not the shock of it. A wave of arousal followed the pain, my eyes rolled toward the back of my head, and I lost my breath.

“Didn’t say you could speak.”

My eyes returned to meet his, and I watched in trepidation and anticipation as he went to undo the top of his jeans.

“Ever touch a real man before?”

I hadn’t so much as touched a boy, and I gave a quick shake of my head.

His icy mask had given way completely, and his eyes were now as dark and chaotic as a sea during a storm.

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