how I see you at all. You’re sensuous and raw. You’re very, very sexy.”
I took a deep breath. “I hope I don’t get hurt, that’s all.”
Blake remained quiet for a moment. “Let’s enjoy each other, and see where it goes.” He turned to face me. “You know more about me than any other woman I’ve ever been with.”
I sensed that I’d affected him. Either that, or he was a great actor.
“Do you think I’m a slut?”
A subtle smile touched his lips, and I suddenly cringed at how childish I’d sounded.
“I think you’re a voluptuous woman who’s very fuckable and who I just want to get down and dirty with. It’s a natural desire. I’d be bored otherwise.”
“Really? You seem to like to talk about art. And we talk about all kinds of things.”
“You’re smart. That just makes me want to fuck you even more. I don’t tolerate stupidity and ignorance in anyone, man or woman. And dumb women don’t give me a hard-on.”
I gnashed my teeth. “That’s a compliment?”
“More than a compliment.” He stroked my hair. “The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.”
“Have me? You mean at that virgin-selling venue?”
“I definitely noticed you there. But it was at the exhibition. I saw you across the room.”
“What did you look at first? My tits or my eyes?”
“Your hair.”
“Huh?” I hadn’t expected that.
“And your ass.” He grinned. “You had your back turned to me.”
I chuckled dryly. “It’s hard to miss, I suppose.”
“It’s fucking sexy. And I love rubbing against it.”
“I’m not into anal sex.”
“I don’t want to fuck you up the ass. I’m not into that. I like your cunt. It’s hot and tight. A perfect fit.” He kissed my neck. “You’re perfect.”
“You’re coarser now that I know you.”
He sniffed. “Intelligent multi-syllabic words are called for when discussing politics, art, or philosophy. Decorum and proper English is a must when talking to the elderly and in formal encounters. However, we are talking about sex.” He cocked his head, which made me smile.
“Why did you pull out of my mouth? Wasn’t I doing it properly? I’ve never had a dick in my mouth before.”
He raised an eyebrow, and for some reason, my eyes landed on his cock which had started to thicken again. Blake loved talking about sex, which made two of us, judging by how inflamed I’d become.
“Because I didn’t want to drown you in cum. Let’s take that a little slower.”
“But I come in your mouth,” I said.
Blake’s lips twitched into a smile. His fingers walked between my legs and parted them almost roughly.
“You’re a banquet. Your flavor’s exquisite.” His eyebrow lifted. “I look forward to feeling your beautiful lips on my cock again. You’re a natural, Penelope. It felt too nice. I wanted to come inside of you.”
I looked down at his rising dick again. Oh my… The burn between my legs pulsed through me. Didn’t we just fuck?
27
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BLAKE
OPTING FOR SOMEWHERE discreet, I met Peter Barnes at my club.
“This is posh,” he said, surveying the room.
I asked, “What would you like?”
He gazed at my glass. “Maybe a single malt. Since you’re paying.”
I turned toward the waiter, who came immediately. Since it was a Monday, the place was nearly empty, with just a couple of older gents in the corner—regulars—who were lost in conversation.
We sat at my usual table by the window. Ever since Dylan Fox had locked me in cupboards as a boy, I’d developed this manic need to see outside.
“Have you got a trace on the Serbian girl?”
He nodded. “She’s back with Fox.”
“They’re prostituting her again?”
“I’m not sure. But probably.” He gestured to the waiter, who set down his drink, which he took to with the thirst of an alcoholic.
“Bring us the bottle,” I told the waiter.
I’d met men like Barnes before—freaks of nature, who would put in a hard day’s work on a bottle of whisky.
“Do you know where she’s staying?”
He nodded. “I’ve traced her to a flat in Brixton.”
“Is she there alone?”
“Not sure. I’ve seen a few young women come and go. As I have older men.” He raised an eyebrow.
“They’re working from there, then.” I changed the subject. “What have you got on that estate in Southwark?”
“It’s filled with lowlifes. Supplies half of London with drugs.”
I nodded. My veins froze when I thought of Penelope living there, and it bugged me that she’d kept it a secret from me.
“I need to know more about who a friend of mine lives with.”
“I’ll need a photo of your girlfriend.”
I frowned. “I