Chapter 30
Koen
“Get on the bed.” The command is the second time I’ve told her to do so, but I’ll excuse it since everything I’m about to do to her is going to be worth the fight she’ll put up.
The excitement that’s flooding me is almost too much to handle. I can’t stay still, my feet shift uneasily as I watch her eyes snap up to mine.
I still have her caged against the bedpost, and her fucking scent is making me feel demented.
There are far better, smarter things I should be attending to, especially after last night’s meeting with the connection Chase found to Lasko, his old partner on the force.
But the way Greer is looking up at me, the way her thighs are pressing together at the thought of me using her, has me needing this more than any of that.
“First, can you…” she trails off, biting her lip as if nervous to finish her question.
She’s never really asked me for anything, other than to come.
That makes me fight a smile.
“What is it you need, deadly girl?”
She licks her lips, her eyes zeroing in on mine.
Oh.
She wants a kiss, does she?
She’s a smart girl. She knows once she’s in my stocks, the bottom half of her is fair game, while the other half might not see much action.
“Could you kiss me?” she breathes, her need braided into the pleading tone she asks with.
How does one maintain their edge but tell the girl they’re obsessed with that you’d do anything for them?
Shutting the idle thought down, I tease my lips against hers.
Her answering mewl makes me grin.
In the end, I’m not the one who closes the distance; she is. Her lips crash to mine, and my answering growl surprises even me.
My tongue parts her lips, pleading for entrance, which she gives with languorous strokes of her tongue against mine.
When I lift her, she wraps around me, never breaking her lips from mine.
This feels… different between us.
Something’s changed for her. She sees me differently, maybe?
I don’t know, but I’ll take advantage of it until the bloody parts of my life spill over onto her and chase her away.
Using the steps beside the bed carefully, I lie down, pulling her down with me.
She moans when my hardness presses into her center, and I break away from the kiss to look down between us.
She’s still in her robe, and beneath it, she’s bare.
I tug the cord on the front, opening the robe fully. “Pretty fucking poison, where are your clothes?”
She bites her lip. “Well, rules are rules.”
“You mean to tell me while I was working, you were in my bed, bare beneath my sheets?”
She nods, fire flickering in her eyes as if my attraction for her turns her on further.
Getting onto my knees, I give her space to crawl from beneath me. “You know where I want you.”
She swallows, reminding me how it feels to have it under my grasp. With a heated glance back as she crawls toward the open stock, she smirks.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” she jokes.
Once she’s inside the stock on her knees, I close it over her wrists and head.
“How do you feel?” I run an appreciative hand over her ass before slapping it.
The clap resounds through the room.
“Helpless.”
“And?” I slap the other side of her ass, not wanting it to feel left out.
She moans. “Wet.”
A dark chuckle leaves me as I get off the bed and remove my clothes. The sight of her is something I take a moment to appreciate. “You’re a work of fucking art.”
She wiggles, and her generous ass follows suit.