Page 74 of Slaying for Santa
I shift forward in the chair, wanting nothing more than to stop what’s happening, but fuck, the fury I feel has my heart pumping in my chest, and I force myself to remain seated, letting her fucking edge me without even touching me.
With every grind and thrust, I can tell she’s getting closer, and the moment she widens her stance and holds his head to her while she quite brutally fucks his face, I know she’s about to come.
“Do it!” I yell. “Fucking drown him!”
She cries out at my demand, the spray of her orgasm washing over his nose, eyes and forehead as she jerks through each ripple, not letting him come up for air until she’s done.
Fuck.
FUCK.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and I get the feeling that what she just did isn’t part of what she normally does to seduce her victims. I’m pretty sure she did that just to rile me up.
And fuck. It worked.
A loud heave comes from Wes as she releases his head, my best mate sucking in much needed air as my woman starts rubbing the pads of her claw-tipped fingers over her clit, flicking the remnants of her spray over his face.
She’s a fucking queen.
“Since you didn’t touch your cock, you can fuck me now. Wrap it up and get on the bed.”
My heart flips uneasily in my chest at the thought of him putting his cock inside her.
Mine.
While Wes rolls on a condom, Bell approaches me, reaching out to press her fingers to my lips.
“Open,” she whispers, and I do, letting her sink two in, her sweet nectar bursting on my tongue. “Some men act like they want to be in control, but a lot secretly want a woman totake control and use them. Be at their mercy.” She pops her fingers free. “Your mate is one of those.”
“Am I?” I ask, already knowing the answer, and she shakes her head.
“No. And if he had been the one to manhandle me, you would have stopped this already.”
I smirk, loving how she already knows me so well.
“It’s still a fucking struggle,” I admit, and she nods.
“Tell me to stop, and I will.”
“Not yet.” I growl, and she takes a step back, even as she whispers.
“Do you secretly want me to kill him? Because when I strike, I go for the kill, Kitty. Not to wound.”
I fully recognise that my best mate’s life is on the line right now. But the thing is, if I told him what was happening, he wouldn’t stop this. In some ways, he’s just as self-destructive as Bell.
“Don’t stop until I tell you to,” I demand, and she nods, biting her lower lip as she backs away, before turning to Wes, who has now positioned himself on the bed, his cock wrapped and ready to fuck.
CHAPTER 25
BELL
There’sno going back now. Kit seems determined to see this through, and while it’s hot as hell to have his eyes on me while I’m like this, I worry about the aftermath.
Like, what happens if he doesn’t stop me in time, and I actually kill Wes?
I’d like to think I won’t do it, but I know myself. I know how I get when I get into that headspace. I have one goal. Seduce. Fuck. Kill. In that order.
The seduction part was easy since I didn’t even have to do anything. So now it’s time for me to fuck, which is the distraction phase of my work.
