The Wild Wolf Pup (Zoe's Rescue Zoo #9)(78)

“Take it off,” I growl.

She turns around again, eyes on me as she pushes the lace down her legs.

“This what you want, Blackie?” She asks, her breath hitching as she leans against the desk.

“It’s a start,” I rasp, handing her the boots. “Now, girl, dress for me,” I say, swallowing as my dick rubs painfully against my jeans, begging to be free. I reach down and run my palm over myself as she extends one leg, slides her foot into the boot and works the leather over her calf. She’s got that gleam in her eyes, that look she gets when she’s feeling brazen.

That look that brings me to my fucking knees every goddamn time.

With one boot on, the other in her hand, she widens her legs, exposing her sleek pussy to me, teasing me, taunting me—fucking testing my control.

Careful, girl.

She snaps her legs shut, her thighs clench, and she closes her eyes for a moment before they open wide and she fixes me with a look.

Control still intact, hers teetering, she pulls on her other boot and quickly draws the zipper up her leg. Placing both hands on her knees, she opens and closes her legs as she peers at me through her eyelashes.

“Now what, Leather?”

I rise from the chair, reach behind me and pull my shirt over my head and toss it across the room. I shove the chair to the side as I unbutton my jeans, carefully unzipping them, all the while I keep my eyes on her beautiful face.

“Now, I fuck you, just as hard as the first time I had your legs spread on this desk. The only difference this time is you’ll be coming just as fucking hard as I do.” Kicking off my jeans I close my hand around my shaft. My cock twitches as I watch her lick her lips and her eyes dip below my waist.

I run my thumb over the head, wiping away the wetness from the tip as she reaches out and grabs a hold of my wrist. Tugging me toward her, she presses my wet thumb between her legs and grinds against me.

My control snaps and I stand between her legs. Taking a fistful of her hair I urge her head back and her body arches against me, dark eyes bore into mine.

“Wrap those legs around me, girl,” I rasp. “Dig those heels into my back,” I ground out.

“Pain,” she whispers.

I press my lips to hers, take her lower lip between my teeth and tug gently before swiping my tongue over the sting easing the ache.

“Just pleasure,” my words whisper across her lips, reassuring her, reminding her where there is pain there is pleasure. For she is the one who showed me—wherever there was pain in my life, she came and brought me pleasure.

Her legs wrap around me as I move my hips back and slam forcefully and deeply inside her, touching her in places she didn’t even know existed. Hearing her gasp, I pause, gathering whatever control I have left and give her a moment to adjust to having me completely invade her. Her heels dig into my ass as her body arches. Her ass slides to the edge of the desk, urging me to continue, to stretch and fill her, to fuck her hard and deep, to rewrite the first time I had her on this desk and feel her come all over my cock.

Sweat drips from my forehead onto her shoulder as I work my hips, gliding my cock in and out of her tight pussy. I struggle to control my rhythm but she makes it hard, clawing at my skin, grinding herself against me, desperate for the high I’m going to give her. There are no words spoken between us, the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the slap of skin on skin.

“Give it to me, Blackie,” she cries, grabbing my face. She peers at me through hooded eyes, through the hair that hangs wildly over my eyes, finds my soul and soothes it like only she can.

One look.

That’s all it takes for her to take the reins and make me hers.

I thumb her clit, stroke it to the beat of our song playing inside my head, ringing in my ears.

Knew with you to light my night.

Somehow I’d get by.

“Get it, girl,” I ground out, thrusting myself as deep as I can, watching in awe as she throws her head back. My name sounds like a prayer when it escapes her lips.

“So fucking pretty,” I murmur as I push deeper, her body clenches all around me and I lose myself buried deep inside the sweet nirvana that is Lace.

Pleasure blinds me as I chase the high she brings, dragging me to bliss—a peaceful place where she’s all I need in this world to get by.

A place I never want to leave.

A place where nothing else matters.

Not even mayhem.

Not even the reaper.





Chapter Thirty




“This is Ben Lithmore, and I am live in front of Bennettsville prison where a riot has broken out resulting in the prison being placed on lockdown. We have just received word that two of New York’s most notorious criminals were recently transferred to Bennettsville. Convicted mob boss, Victor Pastore, and gang leader, Thomas ‘the G-Man’ Gregorio, both serving life sentences are inside the prison. We learned earlier that Pastore has been suffering from cancer and was transferred here to Bennettsville for medical purposes. There is no information on why the G-Man was transferred or his condition at this time. There are reports that several inmates and correctional officers have sustained injuries and at least two fatalities. At this time, we have no confirmation of bodies.”

“Shut it off,” Grace demands, her tear stained face frozen as she stares at the television.

I walk over to the television, bend down and power it off before rising and glancing around Vic and Grace’s living room. My mother-in-law continues to stare at the blank screen in shock. Watching the usual poise my mother-in-law portrays diminish from her was torturous and nerve-racking all at the same time.