Page 19 of Dark Wishes

“You do that a lot; say something, then backtrack or apologize.” He grabs my waist, flipping me around. My head spins with vertigo—it takes me a second to realize he’s pinned me on my stomach beneath him. His fingers run down my spine, squeezing my ass when they reach there. “I did this to you.Me.Not some random guy. I earned the way your pussy is twitching hungrily for something to spread it wide. Understand?”

My moan is guttural; the pillow doesn’t dampen it. “Yes.”

“I don’t want to hear you making any more excuses. You’re not thrusting your body against mine because you’re easy. In fact, you might be the most difficult person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re one to talk,” I growl.

“There,” he laughs, his fingers wrapping in my hair. “That’s the attitude I expect from you. Bite back. Fight me. Show me the kind of woman who would be crazy enough to get in bed with an assassin.”

“You don’t actually want me to fight back.”

His grip wrenches tighter. “I do."

Oh... he’s not joking.“Is that why you wanted another contract? To make sure we don’t go too far?”

“Notwe,”he says thickly, “just me.” He forces me down into the pillows with his hand on the base of my head. His teeth clip my ear, waking up new wicked parts of my psyche. I’m losing myself in this place. Becoming part of the darkness itself.

He won’t go too far. He won’t.

Except I can’t be sure... because I know what he’s capable of.

Jamison pulls my shirt upward, exposing my naked back. He drags a finger down the groove of my shoulder blades, exhaling as he goes. “I’m tempted to turn the lights on so I can see your body. I’ve fantasized about it more than you realize.”

“Do it. I want to see you, too.”

“No, it’s better this way.”

“How can it be—ah!” His palms clamp down on my ass, squeezing, spreading, and he breathes in deeply—his face is right near my crease. I start to wriggle away, the nearness too intimate for me, but he grips my thighs to keep me where I am.

“Stay,” he says in his deep voice.

“Wait, that’s too much!”

“Are you embarrassed?” he sounds pissed at the idea. Palming my ass cheeks, he pulls them wide, breathing on my pussy from behind—he's lying flat on the bed between my legs. “I'm dying to inhale the sweet scent of your little cunt. It’s making my dick rock hard.”

I’m on fire in every cell of my body. I grab the pillows, fisting them, holding on to keep from jerking away. “I’m not used to this.”

“I told you, it’s better to do this in the dark,” he says. “You’d fall apart with the lights on.” His nose rubs over my pussy—I jump, but he holds me firmly, preventing my escape. His tongue flattens over my slit, exploring my soaked lips.

All the muscles in my thighs flex at once. “Oh my god,” I sob.

“You’re so close to coming,” he chuckles, the words flowing inside of me. “It must be painful. One delicate press of my tongue and you’ll come all over my face, sweet girl.”

“Please... Jamison, fuck, please...”

“Please what? Make you come, or please stop?”

“M... M...”

He nuzzles my inner thigh, his voice rumbling through my skin. “Say it.”

I’m shaking from my peaked desire. But the reality of coming on his face is tearing me apart. “Jamison...”

“You shied away the last time. Are you going to do that again?”

He’s talking about the night in my apartment... when I couldn’t get the courage to ask to see his cock.The shock of his comment silences the unease in my head. The drums of arrogant pride take over—Ihatebeing a coward. Wrapping my ankles around his head, digging my heels in, I force his face deeper against my pussy. “Make me come.”

Hemoanslike I’ve uttered the sexiest thing possible. The way he grips my hips, lapping at my clit, pushing his tongue inside my walls, I’m convinced I did. The rush of satisfaction is eclipsed by the powerful burst of pleasure. I don’t feel the orgasm arising, it simply exists—it always has. I shake with waves of desire, becoming a ball of tense heat, a being of pure bliss. “I’m coming! Fuck, oh fuck!”

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