Page 70 of The Contract

My punishment.

My fiercest weakness. And the sole reason sleep is no longer an option.

It’s not protecting her that’s driving me insane. It’s not even my uncle. Not Zver’s name in the mix. No. Nothing will happen to Pom because I’ll burn the entire goddamn city to ashes first.

It’s her.

Her scent.

That damn, defiant tilt of her chin.

Those plush, tempting lips that would sooner snarl I hate you than whisper I’m wet.

Despite every ruthless vow, despite every effort to stay the fuck away, Pom has infiltrated my bones, haunting me with vivid, filthy fantasies I have no goddamn right to crave.

The last time I saw her in a dress that tight, every lush curve screamed fuck-you to every decent thought I’ve ever had. All I could think about was tracing the outline of her panties with my tongue, tasting every goddamn inch of what I can’t have.

Heat ignites through my veins—raw, primal, insatiable heat. An inferno blazing under my skin and more intense than any half-dead man has the right to feel.

I crank the shower dial straight to sub-arctic and step under the brutal spray, icy needles stabbing into my skin, slicing straight through to bone.

A punishment savage enough to rip a hiss between clenched teeth, but nowhere near relief enough to freeze Pom out of my blood.

Not even fucking close.

Blood floods my cock so fast I can’t see straight.

I fist it, too weak to resist the savage hunger to thrust deep into her lush mouth, feel that wet pussy clench around me, bury myself in the temptingly tight rose of her ass.

And that’s exactly what’s going to happen if she doesn’t get the fuck out of Chicago.

Pom deserves better.

Not the kind of man who demands a woman on all fours, tits on shameless display…

Not the kind of man who forces that hem high, baring that perfect pussy for me…

And not the kind of man who’d relentlessly uncover every limit she has, only to push her brutally past each one. Or deliver a sharp, red-hot imprint of his palm on her ass when she resists.

She deserves better.

Better than me.

My strokes quicken as I cup my balls, imagining that perfect, filthy girl on her knees.

A rough growl rips from my throat, echoing through the steam.

Fuck—I want her spread open beneath me, thighs trembling as I split her open with my tongue. Licking that tight, sweet pussy raw until she shudders, gasping, coming all over my face. Then burying my cock so deep inside her I feel every tight, slick muscle squeeze around me as she climaxes again and again.

That’s right.

Take that dick all the way, dirty girl…

All…

The…

Way…

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