Page 45

Kyra blinks and the electricity radiating from her doesn’t dissipate. She’s literally throbbing with need.
“Perhaps you’d like them to watch as you drop to your knees and suck my thick, hard cock?” Her cheeks turn pink, and my cock pushes eagerly at my zipper. “Do you want to that, little prisoner?”
I can’t stop.
I know I should, but watching her almost combust as she blushes with pre-orgasmic heat is driving me insane.
“Are you wet now, between those soft thighs of yours?”
“No,” she whispers pathetically.
Such a little liar.
“I’ll make you a deal.” I smile darkly. “If you’re dry as a bone, I will let you walk out of here.”
She blinks.
“And if I’m not?” Kyra asks, her voice a husky rasp.
“If you’re wet, you get on your knees and take me right down your pretty throat,” I reply, leaning in so our mouths are almost touching.
She swallows.
Walk away right now.
I can’t.
I am going to fuck this woman one way or another. There is no way I can leave this room and relieve my throbbing cock with any level of satisfaction. Except inside her.
Unless she screams at me and says no with a truth I can’t ignore, I’m taking what I want.
“Legs apart,” I growl and,fuck me, she does exactly as I tell her. Immediately. “Good girl.”
My hand snakes between us, and I press my finger against her clit.
Kyra gasps, closing her eyes as I glide them through her flesh to her core. Where I find her sopping wet.
I groan deep in the back of my throat and tilt her head, eyeing her swollen lips.
“Soaked,” I rumble.
Her eyes open and meet mine.
“Doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere, little prisoner,” I say and press two fingers inside her just an inch.
“Oh god.” She moans and tries to arch to take more.
My lip twitches.
“Uh, uh. Not yet.”
Her body is almost jelly, held up only by my hand between her legs and my grip on her neck.
“Will you honor our deal and get on your knees, little prisoner, or do I walk away?”
That’s not happening, but she doesn’t need to know that. I want her mouth around my dick and to feel her pussy convulse on my tongue. Pulling my fingers out, I lift my hand and get my first taste of her.
“As sweet as I imagined,” I rasp while she licks her lower lip. “That better be a yes, Kyra.”