Page 26 of Eros
I’m going fucking mad.
The sound of his belt buckle and zipper coming undone brought me back to the beautiful sight in front of me. He pulled his dick from inside his jeans, and my mouth watered, ready to have more of what I craved. As he stepped closer to me and I followed his movement, pure excitement raced through me like a raging river.
“It’s time for you to put that smart mouth of yours to good use, sweetheart.”
“Make me,” I said.
Another sexy grin crossed my face. “My pleasure.”
Chapter Fourteen
Eros
Icouldunderstandwhyshe was upset with me. I had no business talking to her the way I did because she had every right to know who was trying to kill her. But I also had to wrap my head around the fact that someone I cared about, who I thought was dead, was now back on my radar trying to kill her.
Could I have handled the conversation better? Of course. But sometimes I was an impulsive motherfucker. You know the type to do something first, then ask questions later. Which I knew was something I would need to work on if I wanted to explore whatever this was with Janea.
I ran my hand back and forth along my cock. “How bad do you want it?” I asked.
Even though I knew she’d deny it because she was pissed at me, she can’t hide the desire flaring in her beautiful eyes. She couldn’t hide the thumping of her pulse against my fingertips when I had my hand wrapped around her throat, or the way her chest rose and fell more rapidly. Despite the words coming outof her mouth, Janea wanted this as much as me, no matter how much anger she had at me or her situation.
“I don’t,” she said, her eyes raising from my dick to mine. “I want to leave.”
A dark chuckle escaped my lips as I took a step closer to her. “I’m not so sure that you do, sweetheart. I think that while your lips spew bullshit like you don’t want me or you want to leave, that body of yours already knows who it belongs to.”
She rolled her eyes. “My body is not yours and will never be.”
I couldn’t contain my laughter at that ridiculous lie. It just poured out. The way I had her body singing yesterday she would never be able to convince me her body wasn’t mine. “Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?”
She scoffed.
“Don’t believe me?” I tightened my grip on my dick, increasing the speed of my hand movements to gauge her reaction. “I bet anything that your pretty cunt is wet and ready for me.”
“You’re out of your mind, Niko,” she said breathlessly.
Hearing Niko, not Eros, roll off her tongue filled me with an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. Her words ignited a primal desire in me to possess her body after she had already claimed a part of me with that name.
“Stand,” I ordered.
She looked at me for a moment, then slowly rose off the bed.
“Take your clothes off and get on your knees.”
“I’m not getting on my knees, Niko.”
As soon as the words left her lips, my hand wrapped around her throat again. Her little gasp and wide eyes filled with desire sent another surge of lust straight to my dick. I smiled. “I think my beautiful, sexy, woman likes it rough.”
“I’m not your woman, and you don’t know shit about me.”
Another laugh escaped me. “Strip and get on your knees, beautiful. And let’s see if I know you or not.”
She shook her head. “No.”
I loved this little back-and-forth game she wanted to play. But I was losing my patience. My dick was hard, and I knew for a fact her cunt was weeping. I was ready to sink inside her warm mouth before driving into her pussy.
I grasped her curls tightly, the soft strands slipping through my fingers as I tilted her head up to meet my gaze. “Do it now before I make you.”
Because I haven’t had time to shop for her, she wore Lydia’s clothes; a slightly too-big t-shirt from an 80s rock band and worn blue jean shorts that fit her ass like a glove.
