Page 31 of Lady Killer

Oh, he likes that.

The smirk that had been teasing at the corners of his mouth had become a wicked grin, transforming the taciturn giant into a charming devil.

“You won’t today. Consider it something to look forward to . . .”

I huffed through my nose but didn’t utter a sound.

“You like to test me, don’t you, demoness? Like I said, today is a punishment. This?” he said, gripping the thick outline of his cock. “This is a reward you haven’t earned yet.”

The head stuck out of the waistband of the dark briefs he wore, exposed by his undone pants. It was red and swollen and inconceivably large when I considered its ultimate destination.

Alister dragged his hand down the inside of my thigh, spreading me open wider.

Without warning, he dropped to his knees, causing the smallest, startled cry to escape me.

Eye level with my still-covered center, he pushed my skirt onto my hips and then he licked his lips.

My underwear was shoved to the side, and suddenly he was there, his breath warm and radiating over the most sensitive parts of me.

“Of course you have the most tempting fucking pussy I’ve ever seen,” he rumbled, grazing my delicate folds with his lips.

My head fell back.

I can’t . . . How can such power come from such a soft touch? What would it feel like if . . .

Pleasure exploded inside me as the flat of his tongue made contact with my clit. Roughly, he began to lap at me without restraint. My spine contorted even as my hands remained stuck behind me.

Whatever control we’d been holding on to disappeared, and I cried out despite myself as Alister licked the center of me over and over again, working me into a frenzy.

“Fuck, you’re delicious, petite diablesse. Like honey and sin,” he murmured into me, somehow never ceasing his attack.

A new sensation crowded into my mind as he swiped a single finger down my middle, coming to rest just abovemy entrance. Alister applied the slightest pressure, just barely breaching me, and my walls fluttered in a futile effort to clamp down and draw him in.

He chuckled, teasing me, circling his finger inside me without giving my body what it so blatantly craved. “Something you want?”

Tears welled in my eyes.

“Ask me nicely.”

I let out a strangled whimper of protest. To beg a Blackwell . . .

“Say ‘please,’ petite diablesse.”

“PLEASE.” I had lost control of my mouth. That was my only excuse.

I swore I could feel him grin as he continued to eat me like I was his favorite dessert.

He pushed deeper into me, and it burned a little. Then he twisted his finger inside before curling it and starting to stroke me.

I saw stars.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Dios mío . . .

My brain was no longer capable of coherent thought.

I had a vibrator. I had experienced an orgasm before. This was something else entirely.

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