Vengeance Aside (Wanted Men 0.5)(49)
“I didn’t think it would be important to anyone,” she admitted.
He released her. “I would have treasured that sweet cherry for the rest of my fucking life.”
Oh, shiiit. “I’m…I’m sorry I didn’t save it for you,” she offered, feeling like she had to. Was that regret settling around her heart?
“What is Liam’s surname?”
Yeah, because she’d grown stupid in the last few minutes. “Why?”
“Curiosity, Dale. Remember?”
“Curiosity killed a man named Nero. Liam is just a normal guy who doesn’t deserve a whiskey snifter in his brain.”
His fingers squeezed her hips, prompting a moan to fly up her throat that she caught at the last second. “I’m going to fuck you so hard for refusing me that name.”
She laughed in delight, so looking forward to that. “Okay.”
“But you don’t deserve an orgasm right now, so that’ll have to wait.”
“What? Yes, I do! You popped a different cherry last night, so I deserve a hell of a lot more than one.”
He gripped her chin and brought her head around so she could see his blazing eyes. “A different cherry?”
“My murder cherry.”
They stared at each other. “And yet you’ve agreed to marry me. Do you know what they call that?”
“Lust-induced delusion?”
“Unconditional acceptance.”
She felt her expression fall. “Whatever. We’re doing what we’re doing, but it has nothing to do with my heart.”
His smile stretched slow and wide. “Who mentioned anything about your heart, yagodka?” he asked silkily.
Grr. “How about we shelf this for the time being and get naked before I don’t want to anymore.”
He snapped his teeth at her. “Can I trust a dirty pervert to pick this conversation up later and be as honest as you’ve been these past few minutes?”
A dirty pervert? She was almost insulted. “I’m the most trustworthy person you’ll ever meet. And, yes, I promise we’ll come back to this, but first, I want to sample the goods.” Yeah, okay, so she was a dirty pervert. He’d get over it fast enough because he was the only one who’d ever benefit from it.
With that thought in mind, and without turning to clue him in on her intent, she reached to the side and cupped his package. Once she had a good grip on the hard length, and he’d sucked in a harsh breath before letting loose a filthy curse, she followed her hand and came around to press her body to his, slowly and with a grin she knew couldn’t be very attractive because it felt cunning.
“Well, Mr. Murdery? Are you going to let me play with my new toy now that you’ve gotten your way?” She held his beautiful eyes and ran her palm up to the tip of his shaft before going all the way to the base. Good Lord, this was going to be amazing. Her reward for the chance she was taking. The daunting, irrational chance she knew better than to take.
He didn’t say a word. She didn’t think he was even breathing.
“What’s the matter?” she whispered, taking in the ruddy color coming into his cheeks. “Is your soon-to-be wife offending your sensibilities?” Going up on her toes, she licked across his lips and then blew a light stream of air—
Dale found herself bumping down to her heels and gasping, then moaning and grabbing Lukas’s shoulder to hold herself up because her unpredictable gangster had just tunneled his hand into her shorts. He slipped his long fingers under the edge of her panties to slide them over her very wet pussy, then slowly inserted one, pulled it out, and swiftly sent in two.
“Mmm. You’re soaked and apparently ready for my cock, soon-to-be wife.”
She nodded as her vision winked in and out. “Gotta get off my feet.” She was panting. On the verge of an orgasm. No foreplay. Not even a kiss. “I’m going to fall, Lukas.”
“Let go of my cock, Magdalena,” he instructed as he pushed deeper into her body and strummed her swelling clit with his thumb. “Let go or I’ll make you stand here and come into my hand.”
“Yes. I will. So hard. For you. Just…a little…” She grasped his wrist and tried to push him deeper. He obliged, and she shuddered. “Yes…so fucking…good.” Her hand tightened on his cock, and she stroked.
“Let. Go.” He pumped higher and rolled her clit harder with each word. Naturally, since he was pleasing her, she jerked him tighter and more evenly.
“I’ll make you see stars if you tell me one more thing about yourself.”
“Oma died when I was thirteen, and I was devastated,” she blurted.
“Another.”
“Bastard!”
He started pulling out.
“I had a dog once, and my mom took him to the shelter when I was at school because I forgot to pick up his shit in the backyard.”
He swore and slipped in deep again. “Tell me something good, damn you.”
“I think you’re amazing, and that scares the fuck out of me.”
He fisted the hair at her nape and pulled until she had no choice but to look at him. When she saw triumph blazing from his molten eyes, she closed hers and shook out of his hold before blindly going up in search of his mouth. She found it—because he gave it to her—though he made her strain to keep it.