Chapter 32 #2
We stood in the short line for the entry to the club, and she put her hand on my arm. “Because it’s too much work. It itches. It’s also harmful to the skin. I’d rather put on the mask and be on my way.”
She stood with a confidence that had my cock hardening in the confines of my pants. She looked stunning, and she knew it. “How are we kidnapping the man again?”
She looked at me with an arched brow, her smile tantalizing. “By seducing him, of course.”
A sudden, inexplicable rage shot through my blood. The thought of my Tara seducing anybody was entirely unacceptable. “Absolutely fucking not.”
She pressed her lips together as if fighting a smile. “You do know that our target sexually assaults, blackmails, and harasses women? The easiest way to grab him is by seducing him.”
She was right. Fuck, she was. “Fine. But if he lays a finger on you, he loses it.”
A giddy laugh escaped her mouth. “I will be touching him a little, and he sure will touch me. Keep a tally of how many times he touches me, and you can slice off that many fingers. How does that sound?”
A violent ecstasy rushed through my veins. This girl was giving me everything I’d craved in my life. I grabbed her throat and brushed a kiss on her lips. “Then let’s hunt, my little monster.”
This time, she embraced the nickname. I could see it embolden her, her eyes filling with anticipation and ruthlessness.
We walked into the club and found our target.
Like she’d said, it didn’t take long for the fucker to be completely captivated by my beauty.
She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever laid eyes on, after all.
It took him three grazes of her waist, two across her arm, and one squeeze of her butt before they walked out of the back door of the club.
My vision was a violent red as I followed them a few feet behind. She was an expert at navigating him to the van before I jumped him from the back and slammed his head against the vehicle. Tara had already opened the back door of the van by the time the fucker dropped unconscious in my arms.
“Quick, throw him in,” she said, looking at his prone figure.
I did just that, but not before breaking two of his fingers to tame the violence threatening to burst through my body. Tara quickly soaked a handkerchief in chloroform and put it on his nose. “Just for some extra security. We don’t need him waking up in the middle of kidnapping the next guy.”
With the way the sleazy fuck was curled into a ball, he wasn’t waking up for at least the next few hours.
Once she’d closed the door, I pulled her by the back of her hair and slammed my lips against hers.
Her moan hit my tongue, and her sinfully sweet taste exploded in my mouth.
Ever since I kissed her last night, all I wanted to do was kiss her.
That was all I thought about. I ran my hand along her waist, grabbing and squeezing, erasing that fucker’s touch entirely from her memory.
She arched her neck, and I sucked her throat, leaving my fucking mark on her skin. She wrapped her arms around me, arching back, giving me more of her. I clutched her upper arm, crushing it in my grip, reminding her who owned her body and soul. “Knox,” she whimpered in my mouth.
“Who do you belong to, Tara?” I growled, crushing her against the van, wrapping her leg around my waist, and rubbing my hard cock between her legs.
She moaned. “You, you. Only fucking you.”
“Good girl,” I growled.
She whimpered, grinding down on my cock. I quickly pulled away from her, grabbing her throat. “Hold it, darling. Don’t you dare come.”
Her eyes were glazed, her hair was a beautiful mess, and the tiny strap of her dress hung from her shoulder. She looked thoroughly debauched, her chest heaving in my arms, her eyes pleading. “Please.”
“The next target. We grab him, and I’ll let you come.”
That lit her eyes on fire. She pushed me toward the passenger seat and ran around to the driver’s seat.
By the time we got back on the road, it had already turned dark.
She took a deep breath and, looking straight ahead, said, “The next target is Derek Hart. The director of HR. Also unmarried. No children. Lives in a fucking mansion outside the city. This one is more breaking and entering.”
“Perfect.” If I had to handle another man touching my girl again, I’d have killed him right away.
“You will break in and grab him while I dismantle his security system. This should be easy enough. He’s not exactly built for a fight.”
“And you think I’m built for one?”
“Don’t ask ridiculous questions.”
“Now you’re just making me blush.”
She punched me on my arm, making me laugh. “Tell me if you have any questions.”
“None. Let’s get this done.”
And that was exactly what we did. Apparently, breaking into someone’s house—Tara remotely unlocking the main door and me quietly walking in—was much easier than getting a search warrant signed for a criminal.
Punching and knocking out the short, pudgy man was downright hilarious.
Carrying him over my shoulder, however, was not so fun, but throwing him on top of his unconscious, skinny friend cracked me up.
Tara had a small smile on her face. “You seem to be having a lot more fun than I thought you would. I thought your instincts would fight you.”
Once we locked the door of the van, trapping the two targets, I pulled Tara closer. “My only instinct is to be where you are. To follow you. Protect you. Working on this mission with you is me finally following my instinct.”
I pushed her against the van and dragged my hardness against her stomach. “Want to know what else my instinct is screaming at me to do?”
She rolled her hips against me with a smile on her face. Slowly, she dragged her finger down my chest. “Nope. We gotta rush.”
“I think we can spare ten minutes.”
“I think if you edge me, I edge you.”
“So it’s like that, huh?”
“Damn right.”
Her confidence and that little smirk sent bolts of electric pleasure down my spine. Her ethereal violet dress wrapped around her body only made matters in my pants worse.
The fact that I knew what she tasted like had my knees buckling, my knees crashing against the hard concrete road. I looked up at my beauty only to find her flushed face and dark eyes. Slowly, I pushed her little dress up her hips. “Are you sure, beautiful? Don’t you want to sit on my face?”
She whimpered as I leaned closer and rubbed my bearded jaw against her inner thigh. “Don’t you want this beard rubbing against your thighs as you ride my face?”
“Fuck,” she gritted out, grabbing my hair and pushing my face right where I wanted to be.
I inhaled the sweet, sweet musk of her cunt before tearing up her panties and pushing my face between her legs. Pure euphoria blasted through my body as her divine scent engulfed me.
Her smooth, muscular thighs wrapped around my face as her sweet pussy rode my tongue. Her hips rolled over me as I pushed two fingers into her cunt, sucking at her clit. Her core tightened around my fingers as she looked down at my face, her mouth parted, her eyes dark with lust.
Soft whimpers escaped her lips as her pleasure mounted, and she started to lose her rhythm. My cock jerked with precum, pleasure wrapping itself around my hardness, stroking it in tandem with the jerk of her hips.
I fucked her with my fingers as she rolled her hips, hitting her at the spot that had her strangling my fingers.
Her fists clutched my hair as she bounced on my face, her moans echoing louder.
My cock ached. My balls felt so fucking full that I wanted to erupt inside my girl and fill her with my cum.
“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, Knox,” Tara chanted above me. She tempted my resolve, my body aching to stand up and slam inside her. But this was for my girl. I needed to see her lose control. Needed to see her drowning in pleasure.
With her dress bunched around her waist, my fingers fucking into her tight pussy, my tongue sucking on her clit, Tara grabbed my hair and pressed my face deep into her, as her cunt started to pulse.
With a muffled shriek, her orgasm hit her low in the belly, and my beauty gushed in my mouth, drowning me in her juices. Wave after wave of her euphoria rolled down my face, soaking my shirt and coating me in her essence.
My heart hammered, and my balls squeezed so tight, I quickly unzipped my pants before taking myself in my hand.
My cock throbbed, and my vision whitened as jets of my cum sprayed out of me like a rocket.
My groans were muffled into Tara’s sopping wet cunt, as a white-hot orgasm barreled out of me like a fucking volcano.
I pressed a kiss on her pussy and looked up, only to find her covering her face with both of her hands. “If I knew you could squirt, beautiful, I’d have made you soak the sheets last night.”
She shook her head and, from behind her hands, said, “I didn’t know I could squirt.”
I pressed a kiss on her sweet pussy, and she downright shivered. Slowly, I unwrapped her legs from on top of my shoulders and helped her regain balance on her feet.
I pulled out a handkerchief from my back pocket and wiped up my squirting beauty, and I realized that I had a ridiculous smile on my lips. Thank God, she was still hiding her face. Otherwise, she’d see the idiotic look on my face.
Once she was clean, I quickly wiped my cock.
After tucking myself in, I slowly pulled down Tara’s dress over her hips, righting her clothes.
I bent closer to her face, hidden behind her hands, and whispered, “That was the hottest fucking thing to have happened to me. Don’t be embarrassed, little criminal.
I plan to drink you down every fucking morning. ”
She finally pulled off her hands and lightly slapped my chest. “You’re horrible.”
I pulled her into my arms and tilted her face by the back of her throat, slipping my tongue in her mouth, giving her a taste of us. “I’m thirsty.”