Page 23 of Captive Audience
His brows lifted. “Please what?”
Goddammit. He had me at my most vulnerable. I’d trade my soul, firstborn, and anything else he wanted for him to give me what I needed. “Please, let me come. If you don’t, I might have to hurt you.”
“There she is.” His voice dropped, humming with approval. “Go ahead, love. Give it to me.”
He sucked my clit hard and gripped my thighs as I shattered on his mouth and cried out his name. My legs locked around his shoulders, and my whole body tightened, then broke apart as the orgasm rolled through me.
Rook didn’t stop. Not until I collapsed, ruined and wrecked and completely his, even if it was only for tonight.
He stood slowly, licking his lips like he was savoring every last drop of me. His chest rose and fell in heavy, measured breaths as he looked down at me, wrung out and splayed open like an offering.
“What’s the time, Asha?” He gestured to the digital clock on the nightstand, the one he could clearly see.
“Eleven fifty-seven p.m.” I arched a brow. “Cocky.”
His smug smile made my heart skip a beat.
“Just a man who doesn’t like to disappoint his woman.”
His woman.
I really shouldn’t like the sound of that as much as I did. Damn, those postorgasm endorphins were doing strange things to me.
Fine. I’d lean into it. It might be fun to pretend this was something more than a one-night stand.
“Careful.” My grin was full of mischief. “I might make you promise me all kinds of indecent things.”
“You name it, love, and I’ll make it happen. I am but your humble servant who’ll do anything if you’ll let me fuck you in the next thirty seconds.”
“Hmm.” I tapped one finger against my lips. “The heads of my enemies? Overthrow a kingdom or two?”
“Done. Anything else?”
“No. Just you.”
Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckled his belt with one hand. The soft clink of metal made my insides squirm.His shirt came off next, revealing a tapestry of ink and muscle.
Sweet Jesus. The man was ripped.
My eyes met Rook’s. “Do exterminators lift a lot of heavy equipment?”
“Yes. Often.” Then he dropped his pants and boxer briefs in one smooth motion, and I forgot how to breathe entirely.
Mother have mercy.
My brain short-circuited at the sight of him—thick, hard, proud, and already glistening at the tip.
“You’re staring,” he said, a smirk tugging at the edge of his mouth.
I bit my bottom lip. “Just giving my soon-to-be-battered cervix a pep talk.”
His smirk widened. “You can take it. Can I fuck you now?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
I’d died and gone to heaven.
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