Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Poe…” Her voice breaks on my name, half warning, half plea.
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right while my tongue keeps working her clit. She’s tight and dripping, clenching around my fingers every time I suck harder. “That’s it. Ride my face, baby. Let me feel how bad you need it.”
Her thighs start to tremble. I can feel her getting close, her breathing turning ragged, little moans slipping out that make my cock throb painfully against my slacks. I want to stand up, bend her over the nearest surface, and fuck her deep until she screams my name.
I keep going, licking and sucking and fucking her with my fingers until her hips start grinding against my mouth.
“Poe, wait—”
She tugs at my hair, pulling me back just as she’s right on the edge. Her eyes are wild, lips parted, chest heaving. “We can’t do this. We can’t.”
I stay on my knees, looking up at her, my fingers still buried inside her, feeling her pulse around them. “I know it’s crazy. You’re the enemy. You’re the reason my sister is still locked up. But I can’t stop wanting you. I’ve been hard for you since that first night.”
She’s breathing hard, wet and open and so close. I can see the war in her eyes.
I lean in and press one soft kiss to her clit, then another. “Let me finish you. Let me make you come. You don’t have to give me anything else. Just let me taste you when you fall apart.”
She hesitates for one long second, then her grip in my hair tightens and she nods, just barely.
I don’t waste time. I dive back in, sucking her clit hard while my fingers curl deep inside her, stroking that spot that makes her thighs shake. “Come for me, baby. Let me hear how good it feels. Let me feel this tight little pussy come all over my tongue.”
She breaks with a choked cry, hips bucking against my mouth as she comes hard. I keep licking her through it, gentling my touch as she trembles and gasps, drawing every last pulse out of her until she’s boneless against the wall.
When I finally pull back, lips slick with her, I look up at her flushed face and swollen mouth and feel something dangerous settle in my chest.
I want more.
I want all of her.
Even though she’s the bad guy.
I still want her. And from the way she’s looking down at me, lips parted and eyes dark, I’m pretty sure she wants me too.
I rise slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and press one soft kiss to her lips so she can taste herself on me.
“Tell me to stop,” I whisper against her mouth. “Tell me we can’t do this and I’ll walk away right now.”
She doesn’t say a word.
She just pulls me back in for another kiss.
And for the first time since this nightmare started, I let myself believe that maybe we’re both too far gone to care about how dangerous this is.
SIXTEEN
ORCHID
The heat is still pulsing between my legs, slow and insistent, when I finally find the strength to push Poe away.
My hands shake as I press them flat against his chest, feeling the hard, rapid beat of his heart under my palms. His skin’s warm, slightly damp from the way we had been pressed together, and I can feel every breath he takes. His mouth is slick and swollen from what he just did to me, lips shiny with my wetness, and his eyes are dark with raw lust mixed with something that looks dangerously close to real want. For one weak, stupid second I almost pull him back in. Almost thread my fingers through his hair and drag his mouth back to mine. Almost let him stand up, strip this ridiculous black cocktail dress off my body, and finish what we started right here against the wall.
But reality crashes in like ice water dumped over my head.
I step back on unsteady legs, smoothing the dress down with trembling fingers. The fabric clings to my sweat-damp skin. My panties are still somewhere on the floor near the door. My thighs are slick with my own arousal and his saliva. My clit is still throbbing from the way his tongue had worked me over, slow and filthy and perfect. My nipples are tight against the thin material of the dress, and every breath feels too loud in the sudden quiet.
“We’ve got to stop,” I say, my voice coming out hoarse and cracked. “This can’t happen. We can not do this.”
Poe stays on his knees for a long moment, looking up at me with those intense dark eyes. His hair is messy from my hands, lips parted, chest still heaving. Then he slowly rises to his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in a casual gesture that somehow makes everything feel even dirtier. The corner of his lips curves into a small, knowing smile that twists something deep in my gut.