Page 85 of Scarred Ruin

Not a chance in hell.

I offered a wide grin before nuzzling my face next to her ear, allowing a single stream of hot air to tickle her senses before offering her a promise. “Yesli ty dumayesh’, chto tebe soydet s ruk nepodchineniye mne,—podumay yeshche raz.”

Her breath hitched, then unspooled into a low, ragged moan that scraped right down my spine. Hearing that sound and knowing the deep intake was because of me stripped away the last of my control. The sound was the only green light I needed.

As if I truly needed one.

“Do you want to know what I said to you? Do you have any idea?” I slipped my tongue into the shell of her ear while breathing in the perfume she’d chosen to wear. With my other hand, I brushed the tips of my fingers down to the satin ribbon on her corset.

Had she been challenging my self-control when choosing to wear a costume so provocative? As I tugged on the ribbon, she offered a nervous laugh.

“If I had to guess, I’d say something about me being a very bad girl.”

“Close. I said if you think you’re going to get away with disobeying me, think again.” Another tug and I exposed the blushing pink of her areolas. After pressing my lips against hers, I was unable to stop from tasting the soft, tender tissue.

She threw her head back and gripped the edge of the counter as soon as I pulled one taut nipple into my mouth. The scent of her desire wafted over me with a fine precision, boosting the longing for more than a simple taste.

The location was perfect, out of the way while being completely protected. Now I could enjoy a few minutes of salacious privacy with the woman I couldn’t get enough of.

I rolled my tongue around her hardened bud before sucking. My, how sweet she tasted. Like cherries in the spring. Another blow of hot air as I moved across her chest led to assaulting her other nipple.

The way she arched her back and with her long, dark eyelashes skimming across her cheeks, I could do nothing more than bask in her beauty had my cock not been close to embracing sheer agony. Her soft whimpers could destroy me. They were so breathless, so much in need I slid my hand under her skirt.

Another nervous laugh drew my attention. Was she playing coy with me? “Are you wet for me?”

“Maybe.”

“I guess I should find out.” I shifted my hand between her thighs and immediately my balls tightened. She was soaking wet. “Yes, you are. Would you like a taste of my cock, my sweet guardian angel?”

She nodded very slowly while opening her eyes just enough to see what I was doing.

I rolled my fingers up and down against the thin lace, enjoying every reaction. She pushed herself up from the counter, arching her back even more. Was she inviting me to take the prize?

Perhaps.

When I slipped my finger under the elastic, she stiffened once again.

Yes, I was enjoying the tease, but we both knew it couldn’t last forever. Her response as I flicked my finger across her clit had my cock so hard it was painful. I drove the long digit into her sweet pussy, pumping several times while her eyes opened even wider.

“So wet. So hot.”

The single nod she offered was following with a dart of her tongue across her lips. Very slowly.

When I removed my hand, her expression turned carnal.

“Open your mouth.”

She acted as if she wasn’t going to comply with my command. When I cocked my head, she did as well. “What if I don’t?”

“Do you really feel the need to discover all the brutal things I can do to your body?”

The slight opening she offered caused me to laugh just before I shoved my finger through the perfectly round hole. At least I didn’t need to order her to suck. She did so with fervor, wrapping one hand around my wrist and holding my arm in position.

I could watch her for hours, paying attention to every nuance. Everything about how she sucked my finger was sinful.

I pumped a few times, but as per usual around the luscious woman, my control was slipping. I used to pride myself on being able to compartmentalize, but being in this colorful, cozy room with her made my brain stall out. Every logical boundary I’d set just vanished the second she darted her eyes to mine.

As with any barbarian, I was prepared to claim what belonged to me without so much as a moment of guilt. Including when I grabbed a handful of lace and shredded her panties.