“You want to be mine, Jodie?”
“Yes,” she cries.
“You want to be one of us? Dark, depraved, and fucking deadly?”
“Yes,” she shouts louder as I continue working her.
“Fuck,” I breathe, dropping my lips to her neck. “I can’t wait to see you with a gun in your hand,” I groan. I remember all too well watching Stella and Calli out on the range. I can only imagine how fucking hot Jodie will look.
“Toby,” she whimpers as her muscles begin clamping down on me tighter. “I need—”
Ripping my fingers from inside her, I wrap my arm around her and paint her lips with our combined juices.
“Lick,” I demand, twisting her around so I can watch her.“Good?”
She nods, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth to savour the taste, and my willpower snaps. I plunge my fingers into my own mouth, letting our joint taste explode on my tongue.
“So fucking sweet, Demon.”
Grabbing her by the throat, I push her back into the waiting lift, and I don’t stop until a gasp of shock rips past her lips when her back slams against the back wall.
Reaching out, I press the button for our floor before slamming my lips down on hers and losing myself in her as we climb through the building.
* * *
“What the hell are you doing?” Jodie barks when I abandon her in the living room of my flat and march toward the kitchen.
“Getting a spoon,” I say as if it should be obvious.
“You cannot be serious?” she sulks, her eyes following my every move.
“What’s wrong, baby? Did you think you were the only thing I wanted to eat tonight?” I say, pulling a spoon from the drawer and holding it and the container up as I spin back toward her with a massive smile on my face.
“Fine,” she hisses, taking off toward my bedroom. “I guess I’ll just have to finish myself off. Dickhead,” she throws over her shoulder as I take off behind her.
With my eyes locked on what I know is her bare arse beneath her dress, I scoop out a spoonful of cheesecake and groan as the sweetness hits my tongue. That tease she gave me of it in the car was not enough.
I allow her to keep thinking that she’s walking away from me until she’s in the middle of my bedroom.
Leaning my shoulder against the door frame, I pull the spoon from my mouth and bark, “Stop.”
She does immediately.
“Good girl,” I say with a satisfied smile.
Her head dips, and I can only imagine her lips curling up as well.
“Turn around, Demon.”
It takes her a few seconds, and just when I think she’s going to defy me, she spins, but she does keep her eyes on the floor.Standing before me in just her pink dress and her black bra hiding beneath it.
“Eyes. On. Me,” I demand, and slowly, so fucking slowly, she lifts them until her dark chocolate orbs meet mine.
My breath catches at the depth of them. I love it when she opens herself up like she is now. I can read all her vulnerabilities, her fears, her emotions. It makes me feel closer to her than I have anyone in my life. It’s a fucking heady experience.
Pushing from the door frame, I close the space between us. Scooping another spoonful, I lift it to her mouth, but right before her lips part to accept it, I steal it back and push it into my mouth.
“Hey,” she complains.