6. Temptation #2
Arousal replaced anger so swiftly it left me light-headed.
Or maybe that was her sweet scent or her challenging gaze.
Her tits rose and fell rapidly, and I glanced down at them, enjoying the view from this vantage point.
She had nice tits. More than a handful. And her skin…
it looked so soft and tanned. Her pulse was hammering wildly in her throat as my gaze slid higher until it met hers.
A sudden primal impulse to breathe her in forced me to lean closer, pressing my nose to her skin and inhaling her deeper. Would she taste just as sweet? A low growl rumbled in my chest as I flattened my tongue against her smooth cheek and took a lick.
Hmm, fuck. Blood rushed to my dick. Shouldn’t have done that.
We were inches apart, close enough that I could feel her rapid breath on my skin and see the golden specks in her eyes. Eyes that burned with something that called to unwanted urges within me.
She was scared, but there was something else thickening the air. Was she turned on?
Needing to find out, I slid my fingers up her inner thigh beneath her dress.
I paused to take note of her reaction. Her breathing hitched, but she held my gaze and didn’t stop me.
When I brushed against her bare pussy, my eyes narrowed.
Where the hell was her underwear? But that wasn’t the only surprise.
She was soaking. So wet it was dripping down her thighs.
I knew it. I choked her, and she loved it so much that her pussy was crying for me.
I growled my approval like a rabid wolf. She bit her bottom lip at the sound, breathing hard.
Watching her face, I rubbed her clit in small circles, teasing and playing, until her thighs shook around my hand and she bit her lower lip.
Fuck, she was so aroused, and… so was I.
Another surprise. Usually, I needed a warm, eager mouth to get this hard, but without looking down, I knew there was an enormous tent in my trousers, straining towards her.
When I pressed a finger into her pussy, she let out a small sound, somewhere between a moan and a gasp.
It didn’t fill me with the need for violence.
Instead, I felt an unwanted emotion that would only cause me more problems if I let it.
Red-hot, searing desire. That was dangerous for a man like me.
The only emotions that belonged were rage, pain or hunger.
But my body was thrumming with this new, intense impulse to touch her and fuck her until she was as broken as I was.
I tried to add another finger but met more resistance. She gasped, her nails digging into the stone behind her. She was tight. Her pussy was clamping down on my fingers so hard it was difficult to move them. Wait… was she a virgin?
I pulled my hand free and stepped back, leaving her shaking against the wall. Her mouth fell open as she stared at me, the words almost escaping her.
Go on. Speak. Beg me. Tell me to ruin your virgin cunt before I kill you, Darlin’.
She closed her mouth. I snarled. Then, unable to stop myself, I stuck out my tongue and licked my fingers clean, holding her gaze. Her pupils dilated, but I bet they had nothing on mine. She tasted like an addiction. One I should never have tried.
She steadied her expression, then slid back down the wall, reaching for the book and pretending to resume her reading.
My dick throbbed. My heart raced. I forced myself to walk away.
I threw myself down on my bed, twisting as I fell so I’d land on my back, and lit another cigarette out of sheer frustration. I refused to look at her for the rest of the night.
Dinner arrived, and I ate it in silence while her hazel eyes drilled into the side of my head.
If she wanted some, she could use that pretty mouth of hers to ask for it.
Maybe she couldn’t talk. Maybe there was a physical reason.
Or maybe she was deaf. I tested that theory by deliberately tossing my ashtray across the bunker.
The metal crashed to the floor, ringing through the underground cave, and she glanced up briefly, spotted what I’d thrown, then went back to her page.
So she could hear.
She was clearly intelligent because that book was a hard read. The psychological twists and turns were hard to follow. Plus, not many people could stomach the dark shite that the author spat out. But she was eating it up as if it were candy.
After my evening workout, which I found I needed more than usual, I switched off the light, plunging us into darkness.
I heard a small sigh, as if it annoyed her, then she rustled on the floor, making herself as comfortable as she could with a lumpy pillow and a blanket that was probably infested with mites.
I stared up at the ceiling on the bare mattress, knowing I was too wired to sleep.
My dick was still hard, as it had been all night, and I couldn’t stop the memories of her tight cunt, hazel eyes and perfect tits running through my mind.
That floral scent of hers was invading every inhale.
I waited an hour or two until I was sure she was asleep, then glanced over. She was lying on her side, curled up under the blanket with her head on the pillow. Her eyes were closed, and her mass of brown ringlets fell around her. She was so beautiful it pissed me off.
I opened my bedside drawer slowly, reached in, and grabbed the lube.
I only ever wanked when I was extremely bored, but tonight I needed to.
It was necessary. I couldn’t sleep with this raging boner.
I may be a cold-blooded killer, but I wasn’t a rapist. I’d never crossed that line before, and I never would. Did that mean I had a soul? Fuck knows.
I tugged my joggers down my tattooed thighs and wrapped my hand around myself.
This wouldn’t take much. I started pumping, squeezing and rolling up and down my length.
Normally, when I did this, it was a quick, rushed chase for release.
But tonight it felt different. I had images in my head.
I still had the taste of her on my tongue.
The sound of the soft little gasp she made when I pushed two fingers into her replayed again and again.
Those pretty goddamn eyes burning with need.
I came. Hard. I gritted my teeth to keep from making too much noise as ropes of cum decorated my abs, painting a canvas over the ink already there. I panted and lifted my head, peering in her direction.
With my hand still wrapped around my dick, I froze. Her eyes were open, staring straight at me in the dark. Then she fucking smiled.
I dropped my head back onto the mattress, closing my eyes.
Who the hell was she?
I didn’t need to know. It didn’t matter. I had to kill her before she fucked me up entirely. I had to kill her. Tomorrow.