Page 47 of Lonely
Panting, she squirmed. “Fuck me with your tongue, baby.”
I teased her entrance the way I knew would make her lose her mind. She could call me an old man, but she had trained me well.
I plunged my tongue inside her tight heat, and she jerked as she held the back of my head while watching me eat her out. Mother would have hated it if she saw us now.
But maybe she would have liked it, too, because of what came after.
“Fuck . . . No one can lick me as good as you, Doctor,” Anna panted, rocking her hips.
A slow grin curled across my face as I looked up at her through fogged-up glasses.
Soon, the drugs in the wine would kick in and Anna would get sleepy. A young, vulnerable woman like her should learn to read her environment.
I never actually drank from my glass. She would have noticed if she’d been more careful.
The last person to drink wine from that bottle was Andersen.
No, Anna thought she could waltz in here and dominate me, just like Mother.
She thought I’d let her hold that power. Perhaps I’d entertained it for a while because it was fun, but then she went and touched Carter.
My Carter.
Sliding my tongue out from inside her, I sank my teeth into her thigh, and she cried out in pain and tried to shove me off.
I bit her again, and a ripple of fear entered her beautiful eyes.
Licking away beads of blood, I straightened up and then brushed her hair back from her brow while humming low in my throat. “Are you ready to play, baby?”
“What are you doing?” she asked, moving my hand away. I grabbed her throat, and she gasped, scared.
“I’m cashing in on your promise.”
“What promise?” Her voice was small.
So, so small.
My dick swelled.
Leaning in close, I whispered against the corner of her mouth. “To hurt you.”
She tried to peel my hand away from her throat, but her movements were growing sluggish, and her eyes struggled to focus.
“I’ve fantasized about this for so long,” I said, licking her lips.
A broken whimper escaped her.
Seconds later, her eyes fluttered shut, and she flopped forward.
Finally. I’d been patient long enough.
I slid an arm beneath her thighs, scooped her up, and then carried her to the couch.
Funny how something so light could cause this much chaos.
I laid her gently on her back. She was out like a light, but her pulse fluttered wildly in her neck.
The rain raged outside, smattering against the windows.
