Page 78 of Cold-Blooded Creatures
She leaped off the table and gave a curt nod. “We’re good. And I’m sorry for assuming your experiences were easy.”
Absentmindedly, he nodded in answer, his eyebrows slightly drawn together as he hurried out of the room.
“Now, about my conditions,” Kali began and paused, pulling her flip-open knife from the hem of her cotton shorts as Gedeon strode around his desk. “Come closer, and I’ll stab you.”
“Going for two? I presumed Zion would be enough to satisfy you.” Catching her wrists, he stepped into her, forcing her to walk backward.
Did she remember playing this game in her bedroom?
I waited at her back for her to fall into our trap, and gripped her waist. “I have something for you,” I whispered in her ear.
Her ass rubbed against me as she wiggled. “Pretty boy, I’d rather stabmyselfthan touch what’s in your pants.”
Gedeon seized her knife, flipped it closed and placed it on his desk, out of her reach. “It’s your pants that we will shred tonight, little death, not his. His will come off another time.”
My core twitched. Was he planning to tear off my pants himself?
I scrunched up her white t-shirt, grazing the underside of her breasts, brushed down her belly, below her navel, and dipped into her underwear. “She’s drenched.” I gathered wetness from her entrance and circled her clit. “Does fighting get you bothered?”
“No, it doesn’t,” she scoffed.
“Do not lie.” Gedeon raised her wrists higher. “Accept the truth and I will let you come instead of leaving you hanging.”
“No. Let me th?—”
I pushed two fingers inside.
“Oh.” She rose on her tiptoes at the intrusion, and I curled them inside, ripping a whimper and an attempt to squirm away out of her.
“You like to fight,” he said, nipping down her neck. “Admit it.”
“Never.” Her head fell backward on my shoulder.
“Say it.” I stroked the small textured area on her inner wall while the heel of my palm found her clit. Soon, she was rocking against me, her breaths quick and shallow, and I pressed firmer on that spot that made her clench her thighs together. “Say it, or I will stop.”
“Oh… Gods—” she whimpered.
Holding her waist, I prodded her smooth skin with my nails. Not too hard, but enough to make her core twitch. She craved pain. Needed it like air.
“Do not make me wait.” Gedeon bit her shoulder.
“I do. I do!” She tensed up and arched her back, making those little delicious noises as her pussy convulsed. I pumped my fingers inside her, prolonging her convulsions and wringing out more of her unintelligible cries.
Slowly, she relaxed, mutteringjerks, pricks, bastards,and the endless other names she was so fond of.
“Enough,” she murmured, her ass pushing into my hard-on. If she kept it up, I was going to come in my pants right here and now.
It took everything in me not to lick my fingers as I pulled them out and wiped them with a tissue, a box of which Gedeon always kept on the corner of his desk, an inch from each edge of the table.
I twisted her around, and he held her as she slightly wobbled before sputtering and swatting his hands away.
“Do you want to see your present?” I handed her the flip-open knife Gedeon had previously snatched from her. “And I don’t mean this.”
She secured it back beneath the hem of her pocketless shorts. “Another present?” Her voice leaked suspicion.
The wood creaked as he pulled open the top drawer of his desk and brought out a thin gray scarf.
Striding toward the door, I told him, “Give me a minute to make sure it’s awake.”
