Page 57 of Restless Hawke

I need him to unleash all that pent-up aggression toward me and direct it into utterly destroying me for any other man.

But I grit my teeth, refusing to beg this man, even as my entire body pulses and coils and wants to buck against what he’s doing.

The man is committing slow, sensual torture.

I knew I was in trouble the moment I made the decision to come here to seek out Coen Hawke, but I just had no fucking idea it would be this much.

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COEN

There are somany things I could do to Allegra…

So many ways I could make her pay for her little game and the way she played me so perfectly.

I could master my revenge the same way she did her manipulation.

But with my face buried between her legs and the sweet taste of her cunt coating my tongue, all I can think about is how incredible it would sound to hear her come. How staggering it would feel to have this pussy tightening around my cock as I pound into her. How those nails of hers biting into my neck and my back as I ride her would only make me drive into her harder.

And that’s exactly what she wants.

She wants me to unravel.

If I give her that, she wins again.

That isn’t happening…

Getting the upper hand with a woman like Allegra doesn’t happen often, if at all. Most men will never experience it. Yet, I somehow managed it that night in Macau. I had enough strength to walk away from her.

I don’t have that now, but it doesn’t mean I’ll make thiseasyon the woman who has haunted my dreams for weeks now.

When her face appears in them, it’s to taunt me with those soft brushes of her hand against my cock, to work me up into a frenzy when she has no intention of doing anything about it.

It’s better than the alternative nightmare that still follows me, but it’s a harsh reminder that she can’t be trusted.

No matter how sincere she might have sounded when she claimed this wasn’t part of her game.

I can’t give her what she wants now.

To do it would concede far too much to someone who has already taken more than she should have.

I force myself to slow, to dip my tongue into her and lick every square inch of her tight, peachy skin.

Her cunt.

Her glistening thighs.

Kissing my way down to her knee and then back up the other side, only to repeat the move on the other leg.

Until she’s shaking so badly that the entire bar rattles, reminding me of what’s right next to us.

Grinning, I reach out and grab the bottle of bourbon.

Her eyes flutter open to watch as I pop the top off the decanter and take a swig.

“I can see why you like bourbon, Allegra. So sweet…”

I pour it across her slick core.