Page 103 of Captive Audience
One hand drifted to the thick cock jutting from between his thighs. His thumb traced over the glistening tip before he gripped himself hard and pumped.
I lifted my chin and clicked my tongue. “I never said you could do that.”
He paused, expression pained. “You’re killing me here, woman.”
A lazy smile formed on my lips. “I know.” I rested my foot against Rook’s chest. His heart thudded beneath my toes. “Kiss me.”
He leaned forward instantly and pressed his lips to my ankle.
“Higher.”
He obeyed, trailing soft kisses up my calf, past my knee, and along the inside of my thigh, each press of his lips making my breath come faster and my pulse thrum louder in my ears.
“Keep going.”
His mouth stopped just short of where I needed him. His breath skated over my sensitive skin.
Then he looked up, hungry and dangerous. “You want my mouth, Wildfire? Say it.”
I hesitated, and heat rushed to my cheeks. The words on the tip of my tongue felt too intimate to say aloud.
But he was waiting, bare tattooed shoulders rising with restraint he hadn’t yet broken.
“I want your mouth here,” I whispered, sliding my fingers through my wetness.
Rook let out a sound that echoed low in his chest. Then he brushed my hand away, spread me open, and buried his face between my thighs.
The first lick was slow and possessive. The second had me clutching the counter behind me, desperate to stay upright.
“That’s it,” he growled, mouth slick against my heat. “You’re already fucking soaked. Was it seeing me on my knees that did that? Or was it knowing I’d do anything you asked?”
“Anything?”
“Aye. I’d tear down empires for you. Bleed for you. Gut your enemies and lay them at your feet.”
I should’ve been horrified. Repulsed. But Rook’s dark declaration only warmed me. He’d never be one for romantic overtures when all he knew was death and pain. His love languages were acts of vengeance and violent words of affirmation.
“Well,” I murmured. “That’s…disturbingly sweet.” I raked my fingers through his hair. “How about you just go down on me until I see stars?”
“With pleasure.”
My hips jerked when his tongue circled my clit. “You like that?” he asked, and licked me again. “The feel of my tongue on your hot little cunt?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
He chuckled darkly. “If you want more, you’ll have to use that smart mouth and tell me.”
“Give me your fingers,” I gasped.
“You can do better than that.”
“I…I don’t know what you want me to say. I can’t think straight.”
Rook lapped at me leisurely. “Do you want me to fuck this perfect pussy with my fingers?”
Heat crept up my neck and face. Those filthy words were going to be the end of me.
“Yes.”
