Page 54 of Pretty Little Threats

He takes a step toward me. “You have a pretty mouth.”

My lips part. “What?”

He steps again. Narrowing my eyes, I move back. His lips twitch and he prowls forward. I stumble into the wall, my ankles tipping in the heels. Dare’s hands find my hips, steadying me. As his touch burns through the fabric of the dress, my gaze flies to meet his.

Slowly, as if giving me time to object, Dare grabs both of my wrists and draws them up, securing them to the wall with one large hand. My heaving chest presses into his body. Dare grazes the fingers of his free hand down my body and around my back, pushing my middle against his. I suck in a sharp breath when I feel his thick length. He’s so big.

He holds my gaze, picking me apart piece by piece until he finds the truth he’s looking for.

I want him so much it hurts.

“Tell me to stop,” he says. “I’ll respect your decision.”

The strange thing is, I trust him in this, and I don’t want him to stop.

His eyes darken and the hand at my back moves to my waist, shoving the dress up until it rests above my hips.Dare tugs the top down and exposes my breasts. My nipples are hard, desperate for his attention, and a pleased sound rumbles in the back of his throat.

“Dare,” I whisper, not really sure what I planned to say, but then his lips descend on my tits, and all I can do is murmur his name again as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, pulling hard.

His hand slips between my legs, finding me soaked from his earlier teasing, and pushes two fingers inside of me. As I arch into him, his groan rumbles over my skin. He pulls off my boob with a pop and kisses up my chest, swirls his tongue over my throat, brushes his lips over the column of my neck until my lips rest near his ear. That wicked thumb traces over my pulsing clit.

I was so close to the edge in the car, it doesn’t take long for a moan to lodge in my throat, begging to be set free. But I don’t want to give him that power. I can’t.

“Let me hear it, princess.”

“No,” I say, gasping when he presses on my G-spot and clit at the same time. I writhe against him, desperate for more, but I’ll die before I beg him.

“Are you on the pill?” he asks, smoothing the pad of his finger over the bundle of nerves.

“Yes,” I practically moan.

“Clean?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because I want you bare.” He slips his fingers out of me and undoes his pants, shoving them down far enough to free his cock. “You’re going to feel me, and I’m going to feel you.”

I try not to read into the words, that maybe he’s talking about more than sex.

“Is that what you want?”

My gaze drops. Thick. Veined. Long enough to push me to my limits but not enough to really hurt. I swallow, and my eyes flick to meet Dare’s, catching him staring at me with a guarded expression. Something constricts in my chest, the moment becoming too real.

“Stage fright?” I taunt, needing his annoyance.

The hand around my wrist flexes and his lips twitch. “One of these days, that sassy mouth is going to wrap around my cock, but for now”—he shifts closer, lining the head of his shaft with my center—”I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”

“You can try.”

He reaches down and hooks one of my legs on his arm, opening me, then with one vicious thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside of me. The stretch is delicious and my walls flutter around his length. A cry claws at my throat, but I keep my lips clamped shut, denying him. Dare’s hips pull back and he drives into me again, knocking my back against the wall.

Pleasure ricochets through me.

But he can’t know that.

“Is that all you’ve got?”

His eyes narrow. “Not even close, princess.” And before I can regret my words, Dare pounds into me, his pace hard and punishing, hips slamming into mine over and over, forcing the air from my lungs, stealing my next taunt from my lips until all I can do is hold his gaze and fight the moans building in my chest.

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