I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her toward me. “I’m going to make you come,” I growled. “Would you like that?”
“Where,” she gasped. “Why?”
“I want to get your mind off these shitty memories. And we’ll do it right here.” She wouldn’t think of those fuckers from back home. Not when I finished with her.
I watched her mouth part in confusion, her inebriated brain trying to make sense of my words.
Was I taking advantage of her drunken state? Yes. But as I’ve stated before, I was not a good man. I wasnotthe kind of man who bought flowers and took a woman out to dinner, wined and dined them before making love to them all night long. I was the man who fucked them and forgot about them as soon as the door hit their ass on the way out. I didn’t get their names. I didn’t share my past or attempt to trauma bond or whatever else this shit was. I fucked them. Sometimes I killed them. Whatever my brain demanded of me.
But drunk or not, it really wouldn’t have mattered. I had already claimed her. There was no choice between yes or no. There was just yes. The only choice she had now was how hard that yes was going to be. Would she make it easy on herself and come with me willingly to my hotel so I could show her exactly what I had planned for her? All. Night. Long. Or would I have to force her at gunpoint?
Before we got to that, though, before we left this dingy little bar with their terrible alcohol and crap music, I would show her that she was already mine to possess. She already wanted me as much as I wanted her. She just needed to be shown that fact.
“I’m going to take the edge off,” I murmured. “You’ve wanted me from the minute I sat down beside you. Didn’t you?”
Her pupils dilated, and she rubbed herself against me as she rasped, “Yes.”
That was all I needed. I lifted her from her stool and placed her directly on the bar in front of where I sat. My hands drifted up her parted thighs.
She shivered. “But—”
“Shhh,” I said, pressing a finger to her lips. “I don’t care about the other people in here, and neither should you. All you should concern yourself with at this moment is following my instructions. Do you understand?”
When she nodded, I removed my finger.
“Spread your legs wider,” I commanded, helping her along by lifting her slightly so she could rest her ass on the bar’s edge. “I will not let you fall.”
I inhaled deeply at the apex of her thighs. She smelled so fucking sweet. I ripped her panties in half and pulled the slight wisp of fabric from her body. I shoved them against my nose.
“Fuck, you smell so goddamn good,” I praised.
She moaned, leaned back, which caused her dress to ride up and bunch at her hips. She essentially presented herself to me like a pornographic meal.
“Good girl.” That was what I wanted. No shame from her. I wanted her to show me all that she was, all she could be, and that she was all for me.
Stuffing her panties into my pocket, I spread her folds gently and took my first taste. Her sweet nectar made my heart do crazy tricks in my chest. She was already dripping for me, indicating that she too liked risky sex. Was it the exhibition that turned her on? Was it that I was taking charge? Did her body instinctively know to yield to my mastery?
“Oh god!” She moaned before her hand dropped to the top of my head.
She moved herself over my face until she was humping it. I sensed that we were drawing a crowd. I smiled. This was reckless for sure. Not something someone hiding from the Bratva should be doing in this age of technology. But how could I not taste the queen in front of me? So delicious.
I bit down on her clit then lifted my head. “Mmm. All these patrons are watching you fuck my face,malishka.These men wish they were me.” I placed a kiss at the top of her mound. “But you are mine. Did you know that?”
She shook her head in denial, but her eyes flared with hunger. Deny it as she might, her body knew who she now belonged to.
I bit again.
“Oh, shit!” she cried out, then muffled her cry behind her hand.
I nipped and sucked and bit until she was squirming against the bar.
“Please, please, please,” she panted.
“Ask nicely,” I grinned.
“Please let me come, sir.”
So needy, she barely got those words out. My cock was ready to take her now, but I couldn’t—wouldn’t. Though, with a mouth full of this beautiful woman, I was ready to come. She had me feeling like an untried youth.