on her hair then kissed her red lips. I wasn’t gentle either. I went in for the kill. I bit her bottom lip, sucked on it, swept my tongue against hers then pulled it back, making her chase the kiss hungrily. I crushed her petite frame against mine, digging my dick into her flat stomach.
I consumed her with that kiss. I’d been holding back for too fucking long. I was ready to peel her back petal by pretty petal and drink her nectar until I was drunk.
I didn’t give her a chance to pull back from the kiss. I pulled her back, gripping the nape of her neck while her lips were still seeking mine. Her lipstick was smeared across her lips, faded and messy. She looked nothing like the pretty picture of innocence I was used to.
No…
Like this, she looked dirty and needy. Not in a bad way but in a way that let me know I could turn her out in the bedroom. I wanted to bend her and fuck her and fill her mouth with every inch of my dick. I wanted to eat her pussy until she became a river and I was parched earth. I wanted every hole she had. I wanted her to beg me to stretch her until she would only fit me.
A knot thickened in my throat thinking of all the things I could do to her. All the things I would do to her. There was no more wiggle room. No more professionalism. All of that flew out of the window.
“Dammit,” she whined. I let her neck go and she blinked up at me, still bewildered.
“Dammit, what? Hmm?” I gripped my thick dick through my slacks and her stare dropped to my crotch. “That kiss wasn’t what you were expecting?”
“No.” She swallowed hard and moved closer to me. Her hands slid against my chest, smoothing my shirt. “I need more of that.”
“Then ask,” I gritted out. “Be a good girl and stop being such a fucking brat all the time.”
“I am not a brat!” She squeaked.
“You are.”
“Whatever.”
The back and forth with her was simultaneously turning me on and making me want to put her over my knee.
“Ask for what you want or you won’t get anything,” I told her.
“You seriously wouldn’t fuck me even after all that just because I won’t ask for it?” Her arms were folded defiantly. I didn’t care. I was down for the chase. I lived for the fucking chase. I hadn’t had a woman worthy of chasing in so long, Xari made me feel alive again.
“I’ll beat my dick while you watch and you won’t get a damn thing. So ask.”
Her cheeks flushed in response while she eyed my dick print. Hesitation lingered in her eyes then she said, “How do I know your dick is even worth it? What if it’s trash?” She skimmed her manicured nails along my jawline and left lightning lingering in her wake.
“Trash?” I laughed at her assumption.
“I’ve pretty much wanted to fuck you since I first met you, Evander but I haven’t for good reason. You look like you have darling dick and I need someone to fuck my brain loose. Not to romance me and call me darling.”
Anger surged through my veins and mixed with the whiskey. It was either a bad combination or the perfect storm. I was over Xari’s bullshit assumptions of me. She needed to get to know me on a different level…and she was about to.
I pressed her against the wall near the candles and wrapped my hand around her throat while I looked into her eyes. “Is that what the fuck you think about me?” Her head thudded against the wall as she stared at me with wide eyes. “You don’t know what kind of fucking savage I am in bed. You literally have no clue, so why the fuck would you assume?” My grip stiffened around her dainty throat and she raised her hands to my fingers, letting them rest lightly on mine.
She didn’t want to pull my hand away but I saw the red washing over her face. It was such a pretty color. Her lips popped open, swollen, and plump from both our kiss and the way I was cutting off her air supply. Her tight body squirmed beneath me, brushing against my dick every time.
“Speak, Xari.” I loosened my grip enough for her to gasp for air. Her brown eyes were wet and her chest heaved, sucking down oxygen. I