Page 76 of Souls and Sorrows

“I do,” she whines.

“Yeah?” The word is a single rush of air from my chest. “How hard would you come for me if I slid my dick right into your snug pussy? It’d be a tight fit, maybe a little uncomfortable at first, but you’d open up for me, wouldn’t you, sweet girl? You’d take it all, because that’s what wives are made for, isn’t it? You’d do that for me?”

Chanting to herself, she tightens around me, pulsing beneath my touch, and I know she’s close.

Adding a third finger, I increase the speed, the heel of my hand slapping brutally against her hot flesh. Hers thread into my hair and hold fast as she writhes to meet each thrust, her moans filling the air around us.

“God, I’m such a bad person,” she laments, throwing an arm over her face.

“Yeah, you are,” I agree, driving harder when the words make her clamp down around me even more. My beautiful little nightmare likes a little degradation with her praise. “Just watched your friend get shot, and you’re in here, riding the face and hand of the man who did it. Such a wicked girl.”

“You—you’re worse for shooting him.”

“Never said I wasn’t. Now, stop talking.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and I bite down on the inside of her thigh, making her jump.

“Eyes open. Keep them on the ceiling and watch me make a meal of you until you’re a dripping, delirious mess.”

Confusion twists her features for a brief moment, and then she lets her head rest on the floor, staring up. I see her brows shoot to her hairline, as if she’s just noticing the mirror above us for the first time.

Seconds later, while she watches me attempt to suffocate myself between her legs, she begins unraveling. Her inner walls spasm around me, and I can’t stop the groan that comes from deep within my chest, imagining my fingers are my cock that she’s coming on instead.

Her arousal coats my lips and entire hand, and as I pull back, I wipe my chin on the inside of her thigh and then drag my tongue through it, cleaning up. She trembles with the aftershocks of release, letting out a small sigh when I’ve untangled myself from her.

Pushing up onto her elbows, Ariana combs through her disheveled hair, blinking like she can’t believe what just happened. Frankly, I’m a little taken aback too.

Normally, when someone assaults me, I don’t make them come right after.

Nor do I get close myself.

Never mind the fact that it just goes against my entire plight about not touching her or crossing that line, and yet here we are. The other times, I let myself off the hook because it was her doing all of the heavy lifting, but there’s no denying the way her scent clings to my skin or how her taste has embedded itself in the back of my throat.

This can certainly complicate things, but right now, I’m too drugged up on her to give a shit. The higher she makes me feel, the less I recall everything that happened at the police station, and the fact that I came very close to making a public scene I might not have been able to walk away from.

Would’ve been worth it though.

With a grunt of discomfort, I move toward the backseat of the limo, stretching my back to work through the kinks. The limousine is more comfortable than a car would have been, but still not the most practical place to devour a woman.

I see her lean forward in my peripheral, but the blood is still primarily in my engorged cock, so it takes a second for my brain to catch up. By the time it does and I swivel around to knock her away, Ariana’s already slipped the gun from my waistband and scrambles onto my lap, pressing the barrel against my temple.

The sudden impact knocks the wind from me, and I hold up my hands as she shifts, pressing our groins together. I’m not sure if she does it on purpose, so I clench my jaw, trying to distract myself from how perfectly we fit together.

Shit, shit, shit. I’m going to bust in my pants like a thirteen-year-old.

With her tits in my face and her barely covered pussy grinding into me, I’m mere seconds from losing my fucking mind and embarrassing myself in a way I know she’ll never let me live down.

I’ve never been more turned on in my life, and even though I could probably easily disarm her, part of me wants to see how this pans out. What her goal is or if she’s just flying by the seat of her pants with no forethought, the way she seems to coast through life in general.

“I wasn’t done,” she says, and I raise my eyebrows.

“Pretty sure you came.”

“I want more.” She slides the gun down, using the barrel to push my chin up. “I’m tired of only getting pieces of you, Cash. Give me everything or stop asking me for the whole picture.”

Frowning, I let my hands fall. “You’re one to talk. How many secrets exactly are you keeping from me?”

Hesitation clouds her features, and she swallows. Hard. “The only things you asked of me were that I use your car service and don’t fuck anyone else. I’ve been keeping up my side of the bargain.”

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