Page 32 of Lady Killer

The pad of his finger rubbed over that sensitive spot deep inside, and the ache in my core became a tightly wound knot on the cusp of unraveling.

He continued to work my clit over with his tongue, and I dug my toes into my boots, pushing against the floor to hold myself up as I neared the peak of ecstasy. I was so close—

He suddenly stopped.

My head snapped up and a tortured cry of agony wound out of my throat. “What—‍”

“Speak when spoken to,” he barked as he rose to stand, giving my sex another harsh slap that nearly caused me to spasm at the contact.

My jaw dropped and my mouth gaped open, my body unable to process the torrent of sensations overwhelming it.

Alister stood in front of me, eyes alight with maniacal malice as he reached down and fisted his cock, freeing it from his briefs and beginning to work himself over.

He was massive.

I could barely comprehend what was going on, but something primal in me registered the sheer magnificence of him. Long and thick with a bead of precum glistening on the tip. I wondered if I would even be able to wrap myhand around it. And there, at the base of his cock, was a silver piercing.

I . . .

My brain malfunctioned.

It was cruel torture to watch him chase the release I had been so close to. His eyes closed and his head lolled back, exposing the muscular column of his throat. Even as my body throbbed violently, I struggled with the urge to reach out and touch him myself. I wiggled my wrists against the leather still binding me, the skin swollen and damp with perspiration.

An inhuman groan came from Alister as he picked up his pace, his hand a feverish blur. I bit my lip and watched wide-eyed as another ragged groan filled the air and he yanked me forward again with his other hand, forcing me to balance on the edge of the bed.

He held himself just inches from my glistening sex, and I didn’t know what came next when he suddenly erupted, spilling his hot cum over me. It splattered all over the most sensitive parts of my core, and I moaned despite myself.

The sound of ragged, heaving breath seemed to echo in the small space.

Alister stepped back and moved to tuck himself in, and suddenly, I realized what he was doing.

“You,” I slurred, unable to form words, my brain still short-circuiting in a vicious cycle of arousal and rage.

The temperature in Alister’s eyes was cooling again as his shields began to reform, but his mouth remained curled up smugly. “I promised you a punishment, petite diablesse.”

“Putain de mer—‍”

A slow clap cut me off, and a flush of adrenaline ran through me anew as I raised my head to see Nixon standing in the door watching us, petulant disdain written all over his face.

Alister moved to shield me with his body as I stood.

My skirt was still pushed up over my hips, and I reflexively moved to cover myself. Unfortunately, my hands were still firmly secured behind me, and all I managed was to ineffectively yank myself forward to fall face first into Alister’s chest.

“Took you longer than I thought to break the ice queen, Ali. You’re losing your touch.”

My eye twitched as I fisted my hands, but Alister kept me firmly in place.

“What happened to ‘puppy’? I hope you’re not still bitter about what happened at the library, Nixon,” I said with false sweetness.

He snorted and rolled his tongue over his teeth.

“You’re lucky Everest left before she started screaming.”

I struggled in Alister’s arms, and when he refused to release me, I thrust my chin around him and sneered at Nixon.

Alister’s hands remained braced on my arms, and he let out an exasperated huff.

“I need a minute, Nix.”

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