I tell myself I’m not looking for her. That I’m pacing the house because it’s my job, because Viktor trusted me to keep his wife and her sister safe while he’s gone. But my steps keep drifting toward the back hallway. To the library. Where I know Tina has been hauling up.
She’s curled up in an oversized leather armchair, one bare leg tucked under her, the other one stretched full and soft in the dim glow of the reading lamp.
She’s got a book in her hands and her gaze flicks up when I step into the doorway. The corner of her lips quirking up slightly like she’s been expecting me. Waiting.
“You stalking me, big guy?” she teases, even though her tone is hesitant.
Fucking brat. Even after what happened last night.
I step inside, pushing the door shut behind me.
“You shouldn’t be wandering around alone,” I growl.
Her smile widens. Smug and playful, now. Her assurance, back. So fucking pretty that my balls ache.
“I thought this place was locked up tight?”
“It is.”
“Then what’s the problem, Stalker?”
You are.
I don’t answer. Just stand there, watching her. The way her bare leg flexes when she shifts in the chair, her lush thighs pressing together like she’s already thinking about what I’d do to her if she gave me even half a chance.
I can smell her from here. All woman and intoxicating perfume. Sweet and warm. Her scent crawling under my skin. Driving me fucking crazy.
“Why aren’t you in bed?” I grumble, trying to snap out of it.
She closes her book and leans forward. The collar of her top slipping lower, teasing the tops of her soft, round tits as she shrugs.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
Me neither, baby.
“You should try harder,” I growl. “Or I’ll put you to bed myself.”
Her full, tempting lips quirk up again, one eyebrow raising in that damn teasing curve that makes my blood boil, then rush to my groin.
“Is that a promise?”
I’m across the room before I know I’ve moved. Fuck, I came to talk to her. Try to see how mad she was after I acted like a goddamn caveman again. Patch things up. Maybe call a truce before I fuck this perfect girl raw in public. But here we are again…
I have one hand in her hair, the other one collared around her throat as I lean over her.
“You think this is funny?” I growl against her ear.
She gasps, her fingers gripping my arm. Holding tight.
“You keep this shit up,” I snarl, “and you’re gonna find out exactly how dangerous I am.”
Her pupils dilate. Then she lifts her chin and fucking smirks.
“Maybe I wanna find out,” she whispers.
And that’s it. My last thread of control snaps.
I twist her hair tighter, tilting her head back.
“You’ve been fucking asking for this,” I rasp out.
Before she can speak, I drop to my knees, shoving her thighs apart with rough, shaky hands.
Tina cries out, her back arching when I drag my tongue straight up her slit, slow and filthy, over her soaked panties.
“Aslan,” she chokes, her hands clawing at my hair.
“Shut up,” I growl between hungry licks.
I pull the fabric to the side and bury my face back between her legs. Licking, sucking, grinding my mouth against her hot, wet, delicious pussy until her full, round hips roll and she’s trembling under me.
She’s so fucking soft. Hot and sweet. Fuck, I’ve never tasted anything better.
“Gonna keep teasing me now?” I growl against her spasming cunt, pushing two thick fingers inside her soft, hot, drenched tightness, and curling them deep.
Tina’s head tips back, her loud moans filling the room. And I thank God that because of all the shady shit we do in this house, every room is soundproof.
“That’s it,” I mutter feverishly. “Give it to me, baby.”
I suck on her engorged clit, groaning and squeezing my rock-hard cock through my pants, flicking my tongue fast and rough until her thighs start to jerk.
“Feel that?” I groan again. “That’s what happens when you fucking push me, brat.”
Her hips jerk against my face. She’s right there. Right fucking there. But I stop, dragging my fingers out of her slick heat and gripping her thighs to pin her still.
“No! More, please,” she begs, shaking.
I chuckle, low and dark. Acting like this is her punishment, when I’m the one dying of hunger. My entire body is pulsing, screaming at me to take her right fucking here and now.
“You’ll come when I say so.”
I spread her wider, dragging my tongue over her fat clit again with slow, intentional licks that leave her writhing. Fuck, she tastes good. And her smell… God.
“That’s it, sassy,” I rasp out. “So fucking sweet for me.”
Her fingers tighten even more in my hair in a delicious sting, her head thrashing against the back of the chair. Fucking gorgeous. Possessed. Mine.
“Please,” she moans, breathlessly. “Aslan…”
Fuck. My name on her lips. In that fucking sexy voice. I slam my fingers back inside her. Three this time. Stretching her deep and hard. Until her whole body jolts.
“You’re mine now,” I growl, my tongue flicking at her clit again. “No one else. Just me. You understand?” I’m fucking losing it. An animal between her glorious thighs.
“Yes,” she sobs, her wrecked sounds making my cock swell and jump. “Yes, Aslan.”
“Say it,” I snarl.
“I’m yours,” she admits.
Her back bows, her legs squeezing my head as she comes apart, shaking and moaning, her soaked pussy grinding against my face. Smothering me in her juices, her scent, the depraved sounds of her pleasure.
I keep licking her, growling against her skin as her body writhes and jerks, riding my mouth, taking everything I give her. I never want it to fucking stop.
When she finally slumps back, boneless and breathless, I pull away, licking my fingers clean as I stare at her. Eating her up with my eyes. Feasting on how ravaged she looks. Fucking magnificent. And I did this. Made this perfect woman come for me like I’m sure she never has before. Surrender. Submit.
“You’re lucky Viktor’s out of town,” I finally mutter. As a reminder for myself to get it in check. Slow things down before I still her away to gorge on her perfect body forever.
Her pretty eyes open, hazy and heavy-lidded. And that satiated look hits me straight in the chest.
“Why?” she whispers weakly.
I grab her chin, leaning close. My nostrils flaring, fingers hard on her soft skin.
“Because if he was here,” I rasp, “I wouldn’t have stopped.”
