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A n arousal I’ve never experienced before corrupts my every action from the second I utter the word yes , and watch in awe as Elena settles between my thighs. My breathing grows labored, my blood roaring through me so quickly it makes me dizzy. My skin, while completely exposed, feels too hot—too tight—and physically aches to have her closer. To pull her from her kneeling position and instead devour her to relieve myself of the mounting pressure.

As if reading my mind, her eyes darken to a deeper, hungrier hue of green. “I want your hands to stay where they are, hooked to the edge of the counter. Understand?”

Her command, breathed out in a low tone, is both a threat and a promise, intertwined like ivy. “Yes.”

Her chin lifts, a small curve capturing the edge of her lips. “Already such a good girl.”

My pussy clenches around her words, my lashes fluttering closed to soak in the craving settling deep in my bones. But Elena’s tsk forces them to quickly reopen.

“And those pretty blue eyes of yours stay on me. I need you to see how badly I’ve waited for this moment. How I’ve had to…” She leans forward, her nose only an inch away from my bare center, and inhales deeply. The act is so fucking primal, so sexy, every square inch of me throbs in anticipation. Her hooded gaze returns to mine and the lust threaded through it pushes me to the edge. At least, that is until she speaks. “ Contain myself . Do you understand?”

A whimper escapes my throat at the same moment her hands glide from my knees to my thighs, her grip both comforting and punishing as they knead into the soft flesh. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” Her last words before she makes me crumble into dust.

Somewhere, deep inside of me, I knew that Elena wasn’t sweet kisses and soft touches. I knew there was something more dangerous behind the veil. Something a lot darker. Honestly, it’s what attracted me to her in the beginning. Her mystery. My inability to read her. But as the days have passed, and she consumes more and more of my time and thoughts, I believed I had an inkling. Thought perhaps I was starting to see the bigger picture of her million-piece puzzle put together.

I was wrong.

The flat of Elena’s tongue slides against my slit with the force of a predator that’s finally been set free. It’s not timid or shy, but commanding and deliberate. Like she’s already mapped out my body and is simply driving the course. The wood beneath my grip creaks as I latch onto it, the moan leaving my lips weak as I force my eyes to stay open.

She rewards me by swirling her tongue around my pulsing clit, quickly sucking it into her mouth before gliding back down.

The muscles in my thighs draw tight as I use every ounce of dwindling strength not to close them around her head. She must feel them tremble, though, because her hold on my legs becomes unyielding.

“Keep them open, pretty girl. How else will I be able to see you drip all over my table?”

Craving, desire, and yearning burn through my veins, and my voice becomes nothing but a needy whimper. “ Elena .”

She licks up my center again, this time stopping to blow lightly on my clit. “Yes?”

“It’s not nice to play with your food.”

This makes her laugh, the vibration of it intoxicating against my core. “That’s half the fun, Agent.”

Without warning, she releases one of my thighs and walks her hand over to my entrance. She quickly swipes a finger through my pussy before holding it up to me, the glistening sheen unmistakable even in the low light. “Taste how good you are. See for yourself why I’d rather take my time and enjoy my meal.”

I knew this woman would be the death of me.

Following my order like I knew she would, she releases the counter and wraps both hands around my wrist. She draws me to her mouth, that desperate little gaze of hers still firmly on me, and then closes her lips around my finger.

The moment her own arousal coats her taste buds, I know she won’t last long. Though, I’m not quite sure how long I will now that the leash on my control has snapped. The one that deemed she was better off dead instead of in my bed.

A long groan rumbles from her chest as she swirls her greedy little tongue along my finger, her gaze darkening with starvation. For the first time since she’s entered the store, the real Jessica peeks through the curtain of her trepidation.

The agent has excelled at giving off an exuberant nature; her cute, flirty remarks covering her true essence.

But I know what she really craves. Who she really is.

Jessica Frances is nothing more than a smart mouth that needs to be tamed. A submissive waiting to be dominated. She is the woman who has stolen a piece of me and enjoys waving it around to prove she can take more.

But above all else, she is mine , and it’s time she realizes that.

Letting her keep my finger in her mouth, I return to the sweet spot between her thighs. The soft skin of them acts like a sound barrier as I run my tongue along her cunt, stopping to nip at her clit. She jerks at the sensation, the muffled moan spilling from around my finger before she sucks on it harder.

My blood sears through me, my own desires making my core heavy. But I tamp down the temptation to make her come too quickly, the need to appreciate watching her slowly and agonizingly unravel too great to pass up.

Instead of focusing my attention on the tight bundle of nerves where I know she needs me, my tongue explores her, discovering what she prefers—hard and focused, or soft and playful—and it doesn’t take long before I know exactly what she wants.

Her muscles tense, toes flex, and her sweet little whimpers sing me a melody I want to play over and over again.

Plucking my finger from her mouth, I dip it inside her drenched center, reveling in the way she shivers. “I must admit, your reactions are rather addicting, sweet girl.”

“Your mouth is– ah –” She shifts under the sudden tempo change of my finger driving inside of her. “Fucking addicting.”

The compliment fuels my movements, and I curl my index, loving how she squirms under the building pressure. “Oh, agent. I have no qualms with making this a habit.”

“Please do.” She sighs. “I don’t mind being devoured every night.”

“Careful,” I warn, returning my tongue to her center. “Don’t agree with something you won’t be able to handle.”

She harrumphs, but it morphs into a string of groans when I bite the inside of her thigh before licking the small indentations.

“As I said, be careful, Agent.”

Her blue eyes flash with a defiance I yearn to break. “I’m much stronger than you think, Red.”

I have no doubt about it, but I won’t let her know that. Not now, at least.

A genuine smirk steals my lips. “Let’s see then, shall we?”

I’ve been known to bite off more than I can chew, but in this case, for the first time in my life, I should have kept my mouth shut.

Elena’s tongue changes rhythm yet again, hitting a pace that is leisure yet commanding. It demands my complete submission and soon, when she’s curling her fingers against a spot that brings stars to the corner of my vision, keeping my eyes open becomes a challenge I don’t think I can win.

A surge of heat and electricity crackles over my skin, while a low band of pressure begins to wring taut. I twist, my grip on the counter becoming unbearably tight, and it’s when everything centers in the middle that she, yet again, changes the fucking tempo.

I release a disgruntled groan, my brows drawing down in the middle to form a disapproving V. Elena ignores it, slowing the curl of her fingers to a pace that makes my insides threaten to break.

“That’s not fair, Red.”

She rolls her eyes, backing away from me just enough so I can make out her words. “Who said anything about playing fair?”

“But—” my protest is immediately cut off by her teeth lightly clamping down on my aching clit. My cry fills the space between us, and not even the flash of lighting and deep roll of thunder outside can mute the sound. But I don’t care, and by the way Elena does it again and again, I doubt she does either.

My head falls back, the feeble hold I had has now disintegrated, while my legs spread open wider of their own accord, the sudden push into euphoria driving my actions. And thankfully— fucking thankfully —she doesn’t stop. Her fingers twist and curl, the speed of them increasing the louder I get, while her tongue and teeth go to work, centering on my clit like it’s the lock to Pandora’s Box.

Without thinking, one of my hands leaves the counter and threads into Elena’s soft hair, and the second I tug the strands is when I lose.

It’s her responding moan of approval that is my complete undoing.

Light flashes across my vision and my nerves fray to tattered edges. One after another, what feels like tiny explosions go off, ricocheting down my spine until it rips me in two. My core convulses, each wave of my orgasm somehow stronger than the last, while Elena continues to suck the soul from my pussy, her tongue and fingers still fucking me into oblivion.

Seconds, minutes, maybe hours pass before my body starts to quiver. But I’m too weak to try to speak. Too overstimulated to try to push her away.

Luckily, Elena feels it, withdrawing carefully and slowly until I’m damn near slumped over. Her face is a beaming light of arrogant triumph and it’s sexy as hell.

Her other hand finally leaves my thigh before hooking under my chin to tilt my face toward her. “Too bad. I hoped you’d put up more of a fight.”

My chest feels as if it’s jumping up and down at a mile a minute, but I manage to argue. “Who said anything about being done?”

Elena’s face takes on a new emotion I’ve never seen from her: pity, and I fucking hate that it’s so damn cute. “If I let you down, you’d fall.”

“I have weak knees.”

This gets a chuckle from her. “I’m sure.”

My eyes narrow, but the threat behind the act is non-existent. “If you give me three minutes, I’ll be good as new with you over my shoulder and up those damn stairs.”

“Is that so?”

I nod, pushing my chin up in defiance. “It is. In fact, I think I’ll make you crumble harder and faster than I did.”

Her smile widens, a bit of that earlier arrogance returning. “Or I’ll have you flooding my sheets.”

“Is that a bet?”

She lifts her brows. “Are we really going to make a wager about the first time I fuck you, Agent?”

My nipples draw tight at her crassness, but besides my lashes fluttering a hairbreadth, I do a decent job of covering up just how much they sink into me. “You’ve already fucked me.”

“Oh sweet girl, that was simply for fun.” Elena huffs her amusement. “When I fuck you, you’ll need a safe word.”

I swallow hard, my body already warming at the promise littered in her sentence. The last time I needed a safe word…well, I’ve never needed one. Not really. I’ve never been pushed to my limits. The idea that it’d be Elena to take me there is exhilarating and oh-so tempting. So I don’t hesitate when I nod.

“How ‘bout peanut ?”