Page 82 of Deadly Blooms (Psychic Unraveled #1)

When I looked down, his eyes were already on mine.

Wanting. Hungry. Mine.

“Fuck! Graham?—”

His fingers curled inside of me, making that perfect come-hither motion, stroking something deep and electric. My whole body lit up like wildfire caught in a gust of wind.

And then I felt it, that sensation—the one I had at Portia’s.

Don’t think about it, just let go. It’s fine. He said it was fine.

God, everything about him felt so good. I let it consume me, and before I knew it, a tingling gush left me.

“Fucking delicious, princess,” he growled, voice rough and shaking with restraint. “I’m so goddamn hard right now. Come for me.”

That voice—smoother than whiskey soaked in lust—it melted me. My thoughts scattered. My vision went starry.

The only thing left was the image of him above me—his weight, his heat, his body locked with mine—his cum spilling inside me.

He kept his rhythm, unrelenting, precise, shoving me so far over the edge.

And when he finally thrust inside me?—

I came instantly.

“Mmhmmm, you’re such a fucking good girl, Max.”

Graham thrust slow and deep, dragging it out like he wanted to memorize the feel of me stretching around him. Just when he looked like he might lose control, he pulled out—grinning—and dipped his head back between my thighs.

His tongue replaced his cock with maddening ease, licking up every ounce of wetness he’d coaxed from me.

I hadn’t even come down from the first high. My body was still fluttering, twitching, and now? He had me breathless, straining against the cuffs, pounding at the ceiling all over again.

Then—

I gasped.

There was pressure. Something sliding in.

But not him.

It felt different. Cool. Textured. Ridges.

My eyes flew down to find his face—painted in wicked glee.

“Oh—what is?—”

Click.

My entire core ignited.

A vibrating rumble tore through me, sharp and sudden enough to make me jolt, my breath hitching, my voice caught in my throat, and a sound came out of me that I hadn’t heard before. It was almost a cry… almost a moan. Little bit of both with an embarrassing amount of whimper thrown in.

“Thought you might like this,” he said casually, pulling out the culprit, just enough for me to see?—

The knife. The handle. It?—

“Oh—” I breathed, dazed and already halfway gone. “Didn’t know it—oh my God ?—!”

The fucking knife was more than just a prop, it was a goddamn sex toy. Why didn’t I know this?

It pulsed again as he pushed it in deeper, the ridges grinding in just the right way. Heat bloomed outward from my center like a solar flare.

My legs shook.

My breath caught.

“Graham—I need—you,” I cried out, my voice cracking with obsession.

“Is that so, pretty girl?”

He pulled the knife out and clicked it off.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“I was waiting for you to say that.”

He rose to his feet and leaned over me, brushing a damp strand of hair from my face. I wanted to kiss him—God, I needed to—but before I could, he smirked, and wrapped his hand around my wrists, pinning them above my head again, as he slid the tip of his cock over my slick entrance.

Up. Down. Teasing.

He painted my pussy with my arousal, then dipped in—just an inch—groaning low at the feel of me.

Then he pulled back, hovered. Kept me on the edge.

His fingers dropped to my clit, rubbing in those maddening circles. Faster. Harder. I shattered again, hips stuttering, breath ragged as my arousal gushed around him and the sensitivity took over.

“Graham, okay. O kay! ”

“Can you take any more?” He growled.

I shook my head, panting. “No.”

“Good.”

He pulled out, his cock thick, hard, and twitching. Sweat beaded on his brow as he looked down with a wicked gleam.

“Look at what you’ve done to me.”

I glanced down, he was soaked, his belly fur glistening with my wetness. Then I met his gaze with a smirk.

I slid shakily off the table and sank to my knees, where I brought my cuffed hands to him, barely touching his cock with the pads of my fingers. Then I licked—slowly at first—from the base to tip, savoring, drawing it out. I blew gently, letting the temperature change tease him.

Taking him into my mouth, I hollowed out my cheeks, moving slowly, steadily edging him with every stroke.

He had been so generous with me, I wanted nothing more than to give everything to him. If my clit hadn’t been so overstimulated, I would have. So this would have to do.

I maneuvered my tongue around his dick, paying attention to the way certain motions made him tremble—I focused on them, developing a rhythm to bring him to the point of no return.

I loved looking up at him and watching him drown in ecstasy. Feeling that need he had for me, for the release. It was enough to get me off again.

His hand tangled in my hair, tightening as he pressed further into my throat, his hips began to twitch.

“Fuuuck! Max?—”

I pulled back with a pop and met his eyes.

“Come on my tongue.” I requested, opening just enough to tease him.

His eyes lit up with a feral hunger.

I ran my tongue around his crown, fluttering it now and then to his frenulum before gently kissing his tip, using his precum to wet my lips.

Another flick… and he broke.

“God!—Max!—Fuck!” His body seized. He fisted my hair, pressed his cock all the way into my mouth, and held me there.

With a stuttered groan, he spilled inside, and I drank every last drop.

Making a man have the inability to hold it together was my favorite part of sex. I got off on being the reason someone so big and strong lost control.

It was better than drugs.

Graham

I could barely see straight, but I stepped out of my pants and held out a hand for her to get up. Now, we were racing the clock. We both needed to get cleaned up before Derek and Katie arrived.

I figured I’d deal with the puddle Maggie left on the table, the floor and one of the open notebooks when we finished our shower.

But then she turned and bent over to grab her pants, and when I glanced at her ass out of habit?—

Oh shit!

“Max!” I tried my best to hide my elation, but I couldn’t help it. A cocky smirk locked onto my face at the sight of the perfect reverse ink print of the journal on her ass.

“What? What is it?” She asked, concern pinching her brows together.

I crossed my arms in front of me and covered my mouth with one hand, trying to keep a straight face.

“You’ve um… tampered with the evidence.” I said, barely holding it together.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Here, let me show you.” I held up the soaked notebook, the pages limp with her wetness—ink bleeding into the pages, rendering them illegible.

“Oh, fuck!” She grabbed the notebook from my hand. “It’s completely ruined.”

“Well, not completely.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket, spun her around and snapped a picture.

“If we mirror the image, we should be able to see the contents of those two pages.”

In absolute mortification, she ripped the phone from my hand and zoomed in.

“Oh god. How are we going to explain this to everyone?”

“I’m pretty sure they’re gonna figure it out.” I shrugged.

“Perfect, leave it to me to hold what might just be the key to the entire case, on my ass.”

“Circumstantial evidence, can’t be used to convict, anyway. Just because the man wrote about how to do these things in a journal, doesn’t mean he actually did them.”

“If the guy wasn’t already fucking dead, I’d kill him just for the embarrassment.” She said, scooping up her pants and marching past me, through the kitchen.

“And I’d be right there with you… stain remover in one hand?—”

“Don’t finish.” The glare she cut me with stung. But in a good way. God, I was glad I knew how to push her buttons.

I caught her at the base of the stairs and scooped her up, throwing her over my shoulder, like the perfect plaything she was.

And with one single slap across her ass, I carried her into the shower where I helped her scrub off the ink, kneeling on the hard tile, sudded-up loofa in one hand, bar of soap in the other.

“I don’t know if this is going to wash off, cupcake,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the smeared ink on her ass. “Might want to keep it. Our first case—signed and sealed. One of our best assets.”

She looked over her shoulder down to me, “Did you just call my ass a confidential informant?”

“Not in so many words, but I guess.” A small chuckle escaped me, and I followed it with a bite. Sharp and possessive, right on her right cheek, then a smack that lured a tiny squeal out of her.

“What’s the matter? That too much for you?” I teased, already knowing the answer.

She turned to face me, pressing her tits against my chest, voice low and filthy like she was ready to go again. And I swear my brain short-circuited.

“I like a little pain with my pleasure,” she whispered, her eyes becoming dangerously seductive. She bit her lip. “Maybe next time you don’t hold back.”

I raised an eyebrow, “Whips, chains, gag-balls? What are we talking here, Max?”

She smirked. “Surprise me. I need to be punished, isn’t tampering with evidence a felony?”

That was all I needed.

I spun her around and landed another solid smack to her right ass cheek. She gasped, half-laugh, half-moan and looked over her shoulder, eyes molten.

“Again.”

Smack.

“Harder.”

God, she didn’t even flinch—just pushed her hips back like she was offering herself up.

Smack. Smack.

“Oh—.”

Smack!

“Again.” Her voice was rough now, her ass glowing red.

My cock throbbed. Was I into this?

One more smack and I got my answer.

Yep, erection fully engaged.

She reached behind herself and found me hard as stone.

“You like spanking me, don’t you?”

She turned to me, hand still wrapped tight on my cock and smiled, the tone of her voice said it all. She was a freak . And I meant it exactly how it sounded.

“Fuck yes, I do.” I leaned in close, speaking just loud enough for her to hear my voice over the shower. “I like watching you take it. I like making you beg for more. Especially when you deserve it.”

She stroked me, slow and filthy, and I lost the last thread of control.