Property of Drex (Book 1)(16)

I tug her to me, pulling her down until she’s straddling my lap. Her pebbled nipples are the first clue that she’s not exactly immune to me—by any means. Even though she’s wary, she can’t seem to help herself.

My mouth moves over her nipple, and her breath leaves in a harsh rush as she grips onto my shoulders.

“I asked you a question,” I remind her softly, moving my attention to her other nipple as she tries to find the ability to form words.

“I know Ben. His son. We went to school together. He took me to his dad when I needed help. Benny gave me this one and only option.”

Her head falls back as her legs spread wider, and she allows herself to sink down on me fully.

So she’s friends with the boy that doesn’t have the stomach for our work. I can actually picture that.

Her dark hair falls forward when she leans into me, and I tilt my head, barely holding back a small laugh. She wants to kiss me. Interesting.

I smirk as I flip her to be on the bed, and her eyes widen in surprise.

“You should keep something in mind,” I say as I stand up, pulling my shirt over my head.

Her eyes go to my stomach, slowly sliding down to my waist where I’ve started undoing my jeans. Her chest rises and falls more rapidly as her breaths increase, and I take my time. Once I’ve shed my jeans, I walk back over to her, letting her soak in the sight of me as I crawl over her body.

I tilt her head up as I poise the tip of my cock at her soaking wet entrance. Her sharp intake of air is erotic as hell when I press just a little more inside her. Fuck, she’s so damn tight.

“You don’t want to cross me,” I say, teasing her lower lip with my thumb as I push my cock inside her just a little farther.

The fact she’s this turned on with very little effort is fucking killing me.

Biting back a groan, I try to keep my composure, waiting on her to respond.

“I’m not going to,” she whispers, arching her hips almost involuntarily as a war goes on behind her eyes.

I pull back and slam into her, forcing her back to bow off the bed, and a cry of pleasure to fall from her lips. She’s pretty fucking beautiful—especially right now.

“Good,” I growl, picking up a powerful rhythm that has her clamping her legs around my waist. “Because if you think Benny is scary, you’ll be fucking terrified of me.”

Fear flashes through her eyes, and for a brief second, I almost feel guilty. But when her walls clench and damn near strangle my cock, I see her struggling even more with the war within her. Lust, confusion, and fear all teem inside her fuck-me eyes.

Danger excites her.

I really like the fact I just threatened her and she’s turned on enough to cry out again. I drop my head to watch her, enjoying the way her eyes go lazy and her expression gets sexier, more relaxed as she just rides out the pleasure.

Each stroke gets tighter as her orgasm hits her, causing her muscles to contract. Her pussy squeezing my cock in another iron-grip as she comes hard and cries out is the last of my restraint.

Holy. Shit.

My balls tighten as a searing shot of pleasure burns through my toes and up through my spine. I’ve never gotten off so fucking hard.

Best gift ever.

Dropping to her, I let my lips just barely miss hers. I’ve never been so tempted to kiss a girl as I am right now. The fact she’s scared and turned on is really messing with my head and my cock.

I refrain from the temptation and turn my head to the side instead of acting like an idiot who’s caught up in the moment.

“Ben isn’t your friend any longer,” I say against the pillow, feeling her stiffen beneath me. “Death Dealers don’t play with Hell Breathers. Or any other clubs for that matter. You’ll learn the rules as you go, but that’s the number one rule.”

I lean up to see her lower lip trembling. She’d better not have feelings for him. That could put a bigger kink in this whole situation. But that’s something I need to explore. The more we know about her, the better.

She nods her agreement, and I pull out of her, watching as she winces from the loss of the connection and a breath of air hisses between her teeth. As I grab my pants, I toss her the clothes she just picked out. If she doesn’t put something on, I’m going to keep fucking her all day. And I’ve got a plan to put into action.

“Get dressed and meet me downstairs in twenty minutes,” I tell her, watching her green eyes go wide.

I chuckle lightly while pulling on my jeans, bypassing my boxers just to drive her a little crazier.

“You can’t stay up here all the time.”

She swallows hard but nods. She’s almost being too compliant. That only makes me more suspicious of her.