Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 342(@250wpm)___ 285(@300wpm)
“I want to keep playing,” she says. “But I want you to do that again.”
“Do what?” I ask, fighting back a moan.
“Kiss me. Just one more time.”
I give her what she wants, because she’s been so fucking good.
Without warning, her free hand whips out. I’m too surprised to pull back in time, and her fingers bury in my thick, dark hair, nearly knocking the jackal mask clear off my head. She pulls and holds tightly, our faces inches away from each other, the blindfold still firmly in place.
“You better not be fucking with me,” she says as I stare into the blankness of the dark silk. Her head tilts and her lips curl into a smile.
I laugh. I can’t help it. She’s got my hair, the clever girl. I release her hand and reach up to her throat, gently wrapping my hand around her windpipe. I don’t squeeze, but I leave it there.
“Let go, little demon,” I whisper. My mouth is less than an inch from hers, and her lips are pink and pouty. Her tongue licks them slowly, and I feel her carotid artery squeezing with excitement.
We stay like that. Her fingers in my hair, and my hand on her throat. Neither of us moves, and I can tell she doesn’t want to give in, but that’s what this game is all about. She’s not used to relinquishing control, and I’m not used to fighting this hard to take it. But slowly, her fingers unclench, and I drop my hand from her neck before pushing my mask back into place.
“I should’ve pulled harder,” she mutters, smiling again.
“And I should’ve kissed you.” I back away, out of reach. “Start walking again.”
Her cheeks flush as she begins moving forward. I follow in silence, ignoring her when she asks for more directions, and let her stew in the anxiety for a few more feet. She inches forward, testing the space with one foot before putting her weight on it, like she’s waiting for the edge.
“Faster,” I order, darting in close to say it against her ear.
“How far?” she asks.
But I don’t reply, and she starts shuffling quicker with a frustrated growl. Twenty feet, fifteen feet. She’s getting very nervous, and I can’t blame her. Ten feet, and I bet she can almost feel the drop coming. A little voice wonders what would happen if I let Laura Bianco drop to her death. I’d never be caught, and it would be an enormous blow to my enemies. I can almost see the Famiglia deep in mourning while my allies and I begin stealing their corners and attacking their warehouses. It would be fitting, taking Laura’s life, since her father murdered my mentor.
Except when she’s two steps away from the edge, I order her to stop.
She listens instantly again. If she hadn’t, I’m not sure I would’ve gotten to her in time. I move up behind her, slowly so that she doesn’t get startled, and put my hands on her waist. “I want you to lift the blindfold when I tell you to,” I whisper. “Look straight ahead. Don’t turn back. Do you understand?”
I press myself against her back. My cock is half-hard, and I’m sure she can feel it. She nods very slowly. “I understand.”
“Good.” I breathe in her smell, but I don’t pull up the mask. I learned my fucking lesson already.
My hands move down her body. One caresses up her thigh, slowly moving up between her legs. She’s breathing fast and hard as my other hand slides up the front of her crop top. I release a low groan of approval as my hand finds her small, firm breasts, and her hard, perky nipples. She whimpers again, this time with an animalistic gasp of pleasure as my fingers tease her stiff buds and my palms squeeze and massage her breasts, as my other hand begins to stroke up and down her pussy.
“Is this what you wanted?” she asks, her head tilted back, her body shaking.
“No, baby, this is what you wanted. We both know why you came back.”
“Jackal,” she gasps as I slowly slide a hand up her skirt.
Her panties are wet. Fuck, they’re goddamn soaked. This whole time she’s been drenched for me, and all I had to do was command her to walk across the roof and risk her fucking life.
“You like this,” I whisper in her ear. I push her panties aside and stroke my fingers up and down her soaking wet pussy lips. She gasps and arches her back. “Oh, little demon, you’re soaking fucking wet. You’re absolutely messy for me right now. What a bad girl you are. What a dirty fucking girl, letting a strange man touch you like this. You do realize how close you are to the edge?”
“Let me see,” she moans.
“Not yet.” I stroke her faster. One hand on her breasts. The other on her pussy. I roll my fingers around her clit. “You’re mine, little demon. You are all mine right now. Your life is mine and your pussy is dripping down my fingers. Should I get you nice and soaked then make you clean me off?” I release her breasts and grab her hair instead. She gasps in surprise as I pull back, forcing her chin up.