Drive Me Wild (Bellamy Creek #1)(45)

“A white stallion. Not a pickup truck?”

“He would climb the tower, fall to his knees, and ask for her hand. Then he would carry her down, and they would ride off into the sunset toward his castle on the hill.”

“I see.”

“Where they would, of course, live happily ever after.”

“Of course.” I peeled off one of her long gloves, tossed it aside. My cock was fully erect. “But you know that’s not who I am.”

“What?” Feigning shock, she put a hand over her heart. “Whatever do you mean, sir?”

“I didn’t ride up on a stallion. I don’t have any castle on a hill.” I peeled off the second glove and pulled it through my fist. “And I’m no gentleman prince.”

“Oh dear,” she pretended to fret, backing up until she hit the brick wall. “I’m quite afraid I’ve been found by the villain in my story. Sir, have you come to rescue me or . . . or sully me?”

“Both. Now turn around.”

She presented me with her back, and I thought of the evening two nights ago I’d unzipped her dress and run out of the room with a hard-on.

Tonight would go down differently.

Using one of her long satin gloves, I began to bind her wrists, which she obligingly held together for me.

“Struggle,” I whispered in her ear.

Trapped between me and the wall, she tried to wrench her arms free, but I was taller, stronger, and much more determined.

“Good girl.” I pressed up against her back, caging her in with my palms on the brick. The scent of her perfume filled my head. “Now I’m taking over this story, and the princess is going to do everything I say, or I’m leaving her in the tower forever.”

“No,” she said forcefully. “You’re cruel and vicious. I won’t let you have me.”

Even though I knew she was faking it, it was still hot as fuck. “You don’t have a choice, princess. Now turn around and get on your knees.”

She gasped. Then a whisper. “You’re good at this.”

“Do it,” I demanded, then backed up a little, giving her room.

She spun around and dropped to her knees, the dress forming a cloud around her. Her eyes peeked up at me. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Several things,” I told her, taking my cock in my hand and beginning to stroke it. “I’m going to fuck your mouth with my cock. I’m going to fuck your pussy with my tongue. And then I’m going to fuck you in that pretty dress you’re wearing.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head.

I decided right then and there I wasn’t holding back tonight. I’d say what I wanted, do what I wanted, take what I wanted—and I wouldn’t worry about how dirty it was. After all, she’d invited me to play this game.

But maybe I should give her a way out, just in case.

“If you want me to stop, what will you say?” I asked her, my hand continuing to move up and down my shaft.

“Mercy,” she whispered.

I noticed the way she couldn’t take her eyes off what I was doing. “Do you like watching me?”

“Yes. But it makes me want things I shouldn’t.”

“Like what?”

She licked her lips. “I want to taste you.”

I smirked. “You’re making this too easy on the bad guy, princess.”

“I can’t help it.” She met my eyes. “I want you. I can’t pretend I don’t.”

“You want this?” I pressed the tip of my cock against her cheek, brushed it beneath her chin, traced her open lips.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Then open your mouth and take it.”

She obeyed the command, and I eased between her lips, just past the crown. Her tongue swept over me in lush circles, sending jolts of electric lust throughout my body. I groaned when she began to suck and pushed in a little deeper. Her mouth was hot and wet and tight—I put my hands on her head and fought the urge to ram my cock to the back of her throat, trying to keep my rhythm slow and controlled.

But that only lasted so long. Her mouth felt too good, and her scent was so sweet, and her noises were so fucking hot—soft little moans and breathless little squeaks and heavy panting when she struggled for air. And she was so damn beautiful on her knees for me.

“Fuck yes,” I said, my jaw clenched tight. I watched my cock moving in and out of her mouth and felt heat and power surge through my limbs, and suddenly I was driving in faster, harder, deeper, hitting the back of her throat with every savage thrust. The sounds she made grew louder and more desperate, but I didn’t stop.

With my hands in her hair, I fucked her mouth like the cruel and vicious villain I was pretending to be—selfishly, ferociously, mercilessly—until my legs seized up and a snarl ripped from my throat and pleasure was unfurling in me and pouring into her in a hot, pulsing stream.

When I was depleted, I yanked my dick from her mouth and she sat back on her heels, gasping for air. Her face was wet and her mouth was red and raw. Her eyes were closed. For a moment, I thought maybe she was angry. I knew I should have given a warning, but I’d lost control.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

At first she said nothing. Then her lips curved into a slow, sensual smile. Her eyes opened. “Now what?”