Chapter 7
My hand slid throughSkyla’s thighs, resting against the damp seam of her panties.
“Always so wet for me,” I murmured in her ear, loving that I held all the control and that she desired me as shamelessly as I lusted after her. “You’re a naughty girl, Skyla.”
She teased me all day in that fucking little dress, the edge of the hem riding up her thighs whenever she bent to clean or pick up Zara. I kept hoping I’d catch a glimpse of her panties or that succulent ass, but she denied me.
Not any longer.
The need had built to a frenzy, and I couldn’t wait any longer to have her, taking what I wanted while she cried out my name. I craved those wails and moans, how my name fell from her lips with reverence and near worship.
Pinning her against the wall, I’d spun her around, placing her hands on the surface and ordering her not to move.
Lifting the dress, I folded the material up around her waist, exposing the rounded slope of her ass.
“You wear dresses around me, expect that I’ll be fucking you up against the wall or anyone else that I want you.”
“Yes, Daniel.”
Fuck. I loved that sexy, throaty voice of hers saying my name like that. It prodded the monster inside, and I felt the Reaper surface as my hand gripped her ass cheek.
“I want to taste you.” The voice, my own and yet not, sounded too low and heavy.
“I’m yours. Do what you want.”
That was the wrong fucking thing to offer my Reaper. Any hold I had on him disappeared. He rushed to the surface, knowing she couldn’t see my face. Delighted, he snatched the material of her panties and ripped them away.
“I wish you didn’t wear underwear.”
“You want me dripping arousal wherever I go?” she taunted, wiggling her bottom.
“For easier access? Yes.”
“But then other men might see my pussy and think they can have it.”
Oh, naughty, dangerous little girl.
A dark chuckle left my lips. “Then you offer yourself to me a minimum of three times a day to control my wicked need for your pussy. I get to fuck you at least that often or I can’t stop myself from claiming you in front of them all, precious.”
Was my Reaper really having a fucking conversation with the woman I arranged to fuck? And calling her precious? What the hell was that?
She gasped, her arousal saturating the air. We could smell it.