Page 55 of Unlocked Desire: Vol One
“That pink blush on your face is fuckin’ sexy. I’d like to see more of it.”
My hands fly to my face as if I can somehow conceal my reaction to the smoldering expression on his face. Ice-blue eyes roam my body, and I feel naked despite the heavy clothing on my skin.
Vance pushes off the dresser, the smirk on his face set in place as he strides toward me. I close my eyes, bracing myself for his touch and the turmoil of craving it will release, but nothing happens. I squint at him.
“Are you expecting something, Little Bird?” He laughs, bringing his thumb to my bottom lip and rubbing it, not so gently.
He’s still a few feet away, not so close that the heat of his body affects me, but close enough that desire pools in my pussy with a need I’ve never known. I despise how my body turns into jelly in his hands. In all my twenty-five years, I’ve never been so affected by a man, and here I am, a simp for my captor.
“You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?”
Vance takes a step toward me, then another, each movement planned for my utter torture. His grin widens. He’s enjoying the reaction he’s getting from me. A game of cat and mouse, with the mouse desperate to have the cat’s hands on her. “Remember what I told you?”
I nod, recalling what he said to me in his office.
Little Bird, I don’t rape women. When we have sex, you’re gonna beg for my cock in every single one of your holes and thank me for it.
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
He reaches up, his bloodstained fingers encircling my throat as he pins me against the wall with his massive body, his mouth crushing mine. His lips are hot, and they taste like danger mixed with need. My lips part, allowing his tongue to slip inside. The room spins with his potent scent: brutality, yearning, and intensity.
He pulls away, resting his forehead on mine. “There’s no turning back, Little Bird. If we do this now, I can’t be gentle. My control is thin most days, but right now, it’s obsolete. You got the monster, baby. The man has gone away. If you want to stop, tell me.”
“Please, don’t stop.”
Vance’s fingers slowly trail down my stomach and intomy jogging pants, brushing against my pussy lips. I press myself into his hand. He chuckles. “You’re soaked for me, Little Bird, my greedy whore.”
I want to tell him I am, to degrade me, to make me his in every way, but the words are stuck in my throat, too frightened to come out. Vance doesn’t need my words, or he doesn’t care about them. He can read my body like a book. I’ve never been with a lover who knew me so well. It’s like my body is a custom toy made for him.
He raises an eyebrow as his fingers move between my folds, “You’re such a good slut. Little Bird. Look how wet your dirty pussy is for me.”
He thrusts a finger inside me, driving in and out gently before adding another, and this time the thrusts are more intense, more urgent. He demands I feel him inside me. His thumb circles my clit, and my legs give out, but Vance holds me up with one arm. “Does that feel good, baby girl?”
My breathing is labored. I’m lost in the sensation of his fingers inside me. “Yes. Please don’t stop.”
At my pleas, he yanks his fingers out of me, leaving me a crumpled mess in his arms. I’m pissed, frustrated, and utterly out of control. “Why the hell did you stop?”
Vance takes his wet fingers and spreads my juice on my lips like a lip balm before he takes my mouth with his, his tongue slipping out to taste me. “You taste mighty fine, Little Bird.”
He offers the two fingers that were inside me a moment ago, and I open my mouth, accepting them greedily. I suck them like they’re the last things I’ll ever have in my mouth, licking and cleaning them properly.
Vance’s blue eyes are hooded, and a slow smile spreads across his lips. “Looks like you’re good at sucking, Little Bird. You think you can handle more?”
“I want you, all of you. The good and the bad. I can take it.”
His fingers sweep through my hair before he fists it and jerks. I’m transfixed by the expression in his eyes, heated, forceful, and full of danger. I’m a deer caught in the headlights, frozen by his stare, but I’m also powerful because the woman he desperately wants is me, and only me.
Vance’s nostrils flare, and a growl unleashes from his lips as if he knows the power I hold. It’s a challenge, and he’s accepting it. “Don’t be so assured, sweetheart. I’m gonna wreck you.”
His words are vile, and there’s no warmth in them, but his eyes soften as he gazes at me. I know I’m safe with him and always will be. He’s giving me exactly what I asked for, him without the mask, the real Vance.
“On your knees.”
Chapter 12
VANCE