Page 63 of Ruthless Creatures
“I’m not the head.” He pauses. “He’s in prison. I’m second-in-command.”
“Jesus!”
“Nobody’s perfect.”
My laugh is caustic. “Seriously? That’s your argument for why I should keep seeing you?”
His eyes flare with heat. There’s something dangerous in his gaze. Something animal.
I’ve never seen him look more handsome.
He growls, “No.Thisis my argument for why you should keep seeing me.”
He kisses me again, so ravenously I’m bent back at the waist.
Part of me wants to break away. Wants to bite his tongue and tell him to go back to whatever hellhole he came from and leave me alone forever.
The bigger part of me—the stupider part, apparently—wants everything he’s got to give me and doesn’t give two flying fucks about anything else.
It’s really too bad I haven’t had sex for so long. I think my sad and lonely vagina has now hijacked my entire body.
He pushes me against the wall. His mouth is hot and demanding. His big hands rove all over me, squeezing and fondling, staking a claim.
My arms find their way around his broad shoulders. I kiss him back, just as hungrily as he’s kissing me, my ambivalencepushed aside for the moment. The sheer pleasure of tasting him and feeling him against me suddenly takes priority over everything else.
I can hate him later. Right now, I’m out of my head.
This—thisis why people make bad decisions in love.
This feeling of euphoria. This pulse-pounding, skin-burning, soul-baring feeling of being so completely alive. This pleasure that starts as an ache and explodes into fireworks with something so simple as a touch.
This raw, bone-deep sense that no matter how wrong it is, it’s still overwhelmingly right.
Kage thrusts his hand underneath my dress and between my legs.
Into my ear, he says gruffly, “Go ahead. Tell me you don’t want me. Say you don’t want to see me again. Tell me any lie you want, but this sweet pussy will tell me the truth. You’re soaked right through your fucking panties.”
I want to scream in frustration.
But only because he’s right.
When he takes my lips again, I moan into his mouth. It makes him growl. He kisses me deeply, rubbing his hand against my panties, until my body takes over and my hips start to move.
Cheeks burning, body shaking, I part my thighs and rock against his hand.
He says hotly into my ear, “You want my mouth, don’t you, beautiful girl? You want me to eat this wet little pussy until you come on my face.”
I mumble a denial. It only makes him laugh.
“Yes, you do.” When he pinches my swollen clit through the cotton of my panties, I jerk, moaning. It makes him even hotter.
He whispers, “Yes, you fucking do. You want my tongue and my fingers and my cock all at the same time. You want me exactlyas much as I want you. You want to give me all of you, and that makes me fucking crazy because I know you don’t give that to anyone else.”
He slides his fingers under my panties, stroking my wet folds, teasing the bud of my clit with his thumb.
“Say the word and I’ll get on my knees and make you come. I’ll make you come with my mouth, then I’ll fuck you up against this wall and make you come on my cock while I suck on those perfect tits of yours.”
I’m panting. Delirious. “Someone will see us. Someone will walk in—”
