Chapter 29
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I almost huff into a laugh after tasting her. Everything about her is perfect, feeding my obsession. Thinking about her fantasies, the kidnapping and murder comments she’s made, I want to do something wild. I want to make this night unforgettable.
“Chad,” Anna moans out. Sliding two fingers in, I make circles inside of her. “Shit,” she pants.
I pull back to look at her. “I think you want to be louder.”
She giggles and closes her eyes, and I go back to flicking and sucking. My mind wanders, thinking about what I can do next. I think she wants to be chased and pinned down. I think she would like that. She wants to be scared a little. We’re going to have to watch scary movies, and when it gets to the part where her heart’s racing, I’ll have to start touching her. I want to give her everything and more. Anna Clark is everything.
Her moan pulls me back to the present. “Be loud for me.” I keep my fingers busy inside of her. “Really fucking loud.” She smirks, and I add, “No one will hear you.” I wink, playing into her little kidnap fantasy that she so clearly craves—one I’ll have to give her soon.
She closes her eyes, moaning loudly. “You sure I’m not going to murder you?” I tease, testing the waters, seeing if this dirty talk has the effect I think it will.
“Yeah,” she pants.
“I don’t know …” Her eyes flick open, a hint of fear sparking in them before she giggles again. I lean back down, flicking my tongue around her a few times before asking, “Did you tell your sister where you are right now?”
“Chad,” she gasps.
“Rookie mistake, not sharing your location.” Our eyes lock, and I know her heart’s racing in all the right ways. “There’s nothing but acres of farmland around here.”
“You’re going to murder me?” she asks, her voice dripping with sex.
“First, I’m going to torture you.”
The lip bite. Anna fucking Clark. Kissing her thigh, I’ve decided. Let’s be fucking crazy.