Her twisted beasts an en.., p.12
Her Twisted Beasts: An Enemies to Lovers Reverse Harem Mafia Romance,
p.12
“Are you ready to stop with the lies, pussy cat? Tell me what you are really doing in my fucking room.”
That name makes me want to sink knives into his flesh. I latch onto my control and shove down my irritation. “Filling in for a friend,” I answer just like I practiced on the elevator ride up about twenty-five minutes ago.
“She called in sick, so here I am. Filling in.” Stick as close to the truth as possible. There’s no way this man or his partners know who I am.
“This friend. Didn’t she tell you my room is off-limits? No one enters. Not to clean, not to polish, or organize. No one,” he bites out in a dark, husked tone that has me shivering.
I huff. “No wonder you were screwing your own hand then.” The words are out of my mouth too fast to stop them.
His head falls back and the roar of laughter from him is booming. It vibrates every fiber of my being with its power.
Electric black eyes find mine again and this time the lethal edge to his glare morphs into one a fraction less deadly. He puts space between our bodies. Enough to where I can’t feel the hard length of his cock pressing against me anymore.
My mind shutters like a camera capturing the before and after feel for my bank of memories.
Between one breath and the next, he’s back and so is his all-consuming heat and the evidence of his complete arousal.
I want to pull away when stubble scraps over my cheek when he leans in close, but I can’t help it. The heat of his body sinks in and makes me horny. At first, I think it’s him breathing heavily but when the badass mafia man practically bends his body overtop mine, I discover the truth. It’s me doing the panting and him doing the hard staring at the crazy lady in his room with her panties soaked and nipples breaking the laws of physics trying to tear through the confinements of my uniform.
His free hand takes the one I have wrapped around his wrist and gives me something else to hold on to. “My God!”
Hard silk-covered steel slips over my palm and it is only instinct that has my fingers curling around his hard cock. I swear I don’t mean to do it.
“Since you’re here and know my name, you might as well help with my problem.” The promise of pleasure and pain rolls off his lips. He cocks his head to the side and considers me for a long moment all the while pumping his hips into my hand. Pre-cum wets my fingers and if he were to throw me on the bed right this second with that hungry look in his eyes, I would do whatever he wants. Judge me all you want.
He moves into me slowly at first. “Argh, you’re fucking perfect. I’m going to love punishing you.” The blade is replaced with the grip of his hand wrapping around my throat while the tip of the knife is used to lower the small zipper of my uniform—a white, one-piece zip-up dress that fits perfectly over my leather skirt and thin white sweater.
Oh, shit. My phone. I have it tucked into the side of my bra. He’ll just think it’s a phone. No harm, I remind myself.
Since I am pinned to the wall not only by his size but also by the hand at my throat, I can’t do much more than look on as he eases the clasp of my zipper down. His actions stun me into silence for a minute until my brain clicks on, but not until he has the front of my uniform splitting wide open and my deep cleavage on full display.
His grip on my throat tightens and my eyes swing to his. Intense pleasure stares back at me. I think he likes seeing me helpless.
“Tell me how you got in here, pussy cat, or we take this up a notch. I have all night to get what I want from you.”
Take this up a notch? As in not being able to breathe territory? I can fight, shove him off me, but something tells me I will not be farther than his bedroom door before I am right back to where I started—his captive.
“Not lying!” I fish out the nondescript black keycard from my tiny pocket that allows the elevator access to the penthouse level and hold it up.
It’s jerked out of my hand, and I am flipped around with my hands on the plum-colored wall and my legs spread wide enough that I can’t move. There’s also the thing about the knee pressing into my crotch so tightly I can either ride to completion or use it as a chair.
“Please, Ryth,” I whisper. The feel of every aroused inch of his shaft pressing against me has me nearly on the tips of my toes.
Like most of my decisions, this moment describes my life perfectly. Could have been great, would have been fantastic, but the missed opportunity of getting laid by one of the Lords of Chaos is down the toilet in a snap. All because I couldn’t bide my time and wait patiently like my brother wanted.
In my defense, it’s been a month, two weeks, and five days since I last saw him. We have a pact: we stand by and stand up for each other no matter the cost. Hence my current situation.
“Mm, I love it when my captives beg. Please, Ryth, what?” A powerful arm wraps around me and hard fingers pinch a nipple. I thrust back and I’m guessing it’s what he wanted because the long, hard length of his cock is at my ass. Only the material of my uniform and the skirt beneath keep him from taking anything he wants.
The knife clatters to the floor and the next thing I know the edge of my clothes is lifting higher and higher.
I lean against the wall, ass in the air and wondering not for the first time where I went wrong in the last hour of my life.
Our gazes collide when I throw my head around.
“Now what?” I wonder how far he’s planning on taking this. But more so, how far I want him to push me. His hands slide up my bare thighs, under the raised edge of my uniform to find the leather skirt hugging my hips. “Layers of mystery. Let me see how many orgasms it takes to get those lips moving.”
His thumb finds my clit while the other hand grips my ass. My eyes drift closed. I bite at my lips to keep from moaning.
He strokes and squeezes in perfect tandem. “Let me hear those moans, pussy cat. You heard mine. Now I want to hear yours.”
He presses his thumb hard against my clit, and swirls the nub just as he digs his fingers into my flesh. The long, hard length of his cock rubs against my ass and teases me with the promise of what is to come.
My knees don’t know whether to be firm or collapse. One second I’m on my tip-toes and the next I’m riding his hand. I need to get out of here, but I want to stay too. It’s all so maddening.
He takes my clit between two fingers and pinches. I can’t breathe. Fire shoots through me. In that one move, I’m done. My mouth gapes open and I scream through my release. I cling to the wall for purchase, but the flat surface isn’t anything near the man I want to fall all over and get dirty with.
“Ryth, fuck, you can’t do that,” I scream. What I really mean is I can’t possibly want what he’s doing, but my body says something completely different. Hot liquid drips from my core.
“I just did, pussy cat.” He pinches my still throbbing clit and tugs on the nub until I’m on the tips of my toes gasping for air. “Give me another,” he demands in a raw husk as if he owns my body.
And right now, he does.
“Give me another and then I’ll give you what you really want.” He rocks his hips against me and groans so deep I feel it down to my bone marrow.
My eyes slam shut, and I slap a flat palm against the wall. “Fuck, no, no, no!”
“Hmm, I think otherwise.” He sweeps his thumb over my clit and my knees give out. He takes my weight against his body for a moment and all his heat wrapping over mine sends my senses into overdrive.
I ball my hands into fists. I can’t do this. My brother, my mission. This man and his partners deliver nothing but pain and heartache to everyone’s lives they touch.
My body says differently, but we are not listening to my libido right now.
“I have to go.” I jerk my zipper up and force my feet to move.
Hands drop away and I’m momentarily left shivering from the sudden draft of cold left from his absence.
Ryth’s low hum of laughter chases me as I run.
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SONS OF BRATVA SAVAGES:
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