Page 15 of Ruthless Touch

She comes across as exactly the kind of woman who likes to ride and keep a little control.

My palms naturally land on her ass, cupping handfuls. But she quickly catches both and then brings them up to her breasts, communicating without words that she wants more attention on them.

I grin up at her, feeling how soft and warm they are in my hands. I give both nipples a light tug. “Does the feline like having her tits played with?”

She’s still panting as she straddles me, eyelids hanging low. She doesn’t answer as she gyrates on my groin.

More motions that tease what’s to come. Her riding my cock into oblivion.

I’m so hard that the crotch area of my boxers is large and tented. My cock pulses inside my pants, strained and welled up with pressure.

But as I play with Jamie’s tits and she grinds against me, I catch our reflection in the dresser mirror.

I realize then and there just why she moved my hands—and what else she’s doing as she distracts me with the gyrations of her hips.

In the mirror’s reflection, I watch as she slips a hand under the hemline of her skirt and deftly slides a small blade from a garter around her thigh.

The steel glints in the cool lighting much like her piercings had.

The lust, the carnal hunger, the arousal that’s consumed me, all of it vanishes. I go into fight mode as I swiftly grab her wrist and pry the blade from her grip, tossing her all the way off me.

So it was true all along.

The dangerous kitty cat has claws she’s not afraid to use.

…and I happen to be her target.

FIVE

ELISE

I hitthe ground in a rolling tumble.

The impact knocks the wind out of me, but my body knows how to take it—years of training make sure I don’t lose momentum. I twist mid-roll and come up low, balanced on the balls of my feet.

He’s already spun around to face me, breathing hard, eyes narrowed with equal parts betrayal and bloodlust.

Good.

Now he finally understands.

This was never anything more than a black widow luring a fly into her web. It was always about seducing him and then going for the kill.

The taste of our kiss still lingers on my tongue, sweet and addictive, but the air between us is pure static. It crackles with tension and hostility as we glare at each other.

No more flirting. No more teasing.

Just two predators thrown into the same cage.

Gun gives no sign of what his next move will be… until after seconds of tense silence, he cracks his signature cocky grin.

“I didn’t know it was possible, feline. You’ve made my cock even harder by trying to kill me. We can fight first then fuck later, if that’s what you prefer.”

I inch along the edges of the room, still crouched low in a defensive stance in case he tries anything. As soon as I’m within reach of my top, I snatch it off the floor and quickly slip it on.

“You should leave it off,” he taunts as we start circling the room. “This is our foreplay, is it not?”

“Do you have a pain kink, Rhee?” I ask in return, adding a smirk of my own. “Because I’ll gladly make that wish come true.”