The scent of Fleur Sebastian lingered. It had painted my skin long after she’d stormed away that morning, had been given new life when I’d found myself standing inside her ridiculously cute gift shop that defined a smalltown atmosphere, and had become permanently imbedded in my senses after breaking every rule by kissing her.
One moment of self-indulgence and I’d lost my mind.
Doing nothing more than spanking her had crossed more than one line. I was close to derailing the anonymity I required.
Even worse, I’d crafted the round of punishment in a public place where anyone could have walked in. Maybe that’s the real reason I had, hoping someone would see what I was doing to her. And more important, that she belonged to me. Not one of the local yokels who’d been pining away for her deserved to touch a hair on her lovely head. Every time I was around her I had a primal reaction.
More so at this moment than even before.
A single look of a man as we left had almost cost him his front teeth. Worse if he’d dared try to stop me from taking her with me.
Why did I have a feeling the little French flower was purposely tempting a lion?
Now I had my fingers around hers, pulling her away from the noise and prying eyes into the chilly darkness. I’d barely given her time to grab her coat and purse before parading her through a crowd of men who’d both feared and resented me.
I’d known by the fight in her actions and the venomous look in her eyes that she’d fallen prey to the connection. I’d known by the heat resonating on her skin that she wouldn’t be able to resist. As always, I felt it was my right to take advantage of her body’s betrayal.
As the taste of her sweet lips had lingered in my mouth, I’d known enough about myself and my obsessive characteristics that one kiss wouldn’t be enough.
There was no true comprehension of the attraction other than that she was a complete opposite of me. Yet in many ways we were the same. I’d easily been able to tell she was hiding behind an immaculate façade, pretending as if every aspect of her life was in order. When in fact it was controlled chaos, a direct contradiction to her easy breezy mannerisms.
Except when crossed.
Then she was raw and unpredictable, somewhat desperate for no identifiable reason.
But one I was determined to discover.
I didn’t ask her if her vehicle was in the parking lot because I didn’t care. As soon as I opened the passenger door of the rental SUV, she threw me a heated look but instantly crawled inside. But in that split second, I’d caught another moment of insecurity. She’d asked all the right things for completely the wrong time. Her questions weren’t typical for anyone considering a one-night stand. That also told me she was fearful of the type of malevolence only offered by monsters disguised as men.
Given I’d parked in the empty lot adjacent to the crowded bar, I automatically scanned the surrounding area to ensure we were alone. At some point, whatever Russian mob was after me would discover I wasn’t playing house in New Orleans.
Their befuddlement would buy me a few days, but I wouldn’t put anything past most organizations. We were a sophisticated group of businessmen, our disguises allowing for international connections to be made as well as purchasing security systems rivaling those in the military. And with the influx of power, influence, and extreme wealth, anyone could be bought for the right price. Anyone.
All of that meant what I was doing with this woman, no matter how insanely beautiful or how attracted to her I’d become, was reckless.
As if the rational thought would be able to stop me. When I set my mind on something, I never backed down.
The moment I jumped inside, she shifted towards me. What caught me off guard even more than her agreeing to leaving the bar with a stranger was when she placed her hand on my thigh. Her smile was soft, unguarded. She’d made the decision to allow her veiled mask to fall.
I started the engine, immediately turning on the heat.
Seeing a slight tic in the corner of her mouth, I caught myself staring at her, uncertain what to say. Maybe because I’d never put myself in this position before. The women I’d dated had been for an evening, almost always ending up at her place for a few hours of passion.
Not this woman.
She was real in a way that was breakable. Real being the captivating word. Proven when she crowded closer, pressing two fingers against the very tic on her luscious lips I’d been fascinated with. This was her last few moments of deliberating the insanity of what we were about to do.
Whatever I’d been prepared for was thrown way off course when she crawled her fingers along the inside of my leg until the tips were precariously close to my balls.
While a larger part of me should resist her advances for the obvious reason that we were situated in a parking lot while an assassin was hunting me, resisting her was impossible. Besides, the SUV was equipped with a dark film covering every window, and glass made of three-inch bulletproof material. The body of the black beast was also as close to bulletproof as possible and the chassis was built with materials and technology preventing a breach from an explosion underneath.
In other words, if anyone was the wiser as to what I was about to indulge in inside the SUV, they certainly couldn’t put a dent in my enjoyment.
“Remove your thong,” I commanded.
If the demanding tone of my voice troubled her, she wasn’t eager or ready to admit it.
“What makes you think I’m wearing any?”
My laugh was boisterous, genuinely surprised at her reaction. “Because I know enough about you that you wouldn’t dare do something so incredibly… naughty. And because I’ve already seen your luscious ass. Do I need to offer you a reminder of why?”
“You might be surprised about who I am, but you’ll find out if you dare try and spank me again.”
“Perhaps. But I will warn you. You wouldn’t like me as an adversary.”
“Is that a threat?”
She was definitely poking the lion, pretending to be a little mouse when I already knew better.
“Only another promise made by a very bad man. However, take it off or I’ll do so forcefully.” The truth was that I craved provoking her into another argument to give myself the excuse to pull her over my knee and bare her rounded bottom. Then I’d provide her with the spanking of her life, something she desperately needed.
Perhaps the situation she’d found herself in had suddenly turned real. She blinked several times, glancing out the windshield toward the bar.
“Don’t worry, Fleur. There’s no way for anyone to see inside.” She was studying me with the same scrutiny, the same intensity that had intrigued me.
The glint of the streetlight caught a glimmer of the necklace she was wearing, a small ruby nestled inside a heart. There was a story with the necklace. I sensed it. The flash in her eyes and the jerk of her head confirmed my thoughts. Instead, I wrapped my hand around her throat. “I might be many things, Fleur, but a thief isn’t one of them.”
Nodding, as she looked down, I gathered there was a clear indication she was piecing together the reality of who and what I was. Certainly not a thief but something much, much worse.
“No wonder you don’t have snow tires. You spent all your money on a prized porn mobile.” Her ignoring my comment meant the subject was off limits, which only created an even more intense need to learn more about her.
I’d also never had a woman go from making me craving to turn her over my knee just to shut her mouth to forcing a laugh from her genuine nature. And caustic mouth. “You’re right.”
“Sadly,” she said in a much quieter voice, “I’m always right.”
Her tone presented a story safely hiding in the darkest confines of her mind. She tugged on her heels, placing them just so on the floorboard before darting another quick look toward the bar. She wrangled with her coat, showing signs of frustration, tossing it into the back with dramatic flair.
My leather jacket would remain on.
I realized I was holding my breath as she slipped her hands under her dress, fighting to keep from enticing me with a preview of her luscious body. As she shimmied her thong past her hips, I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel.
Completely enamored with her actions.
My gaze trailed down her calves and I leaned over just enough to capture the sight of her pointing her toes as she tugged the lace free. She didn’t lift her head, not until she’d tugged her hair behind her ear. When she looked at me, I didn’t expect her to offer the lingerie. The woman had several intriguing sides to her.
As I accepted it, our fingers collided and her only reaction was the narrowing of her eyes, leaving her long eyelashes to skim across her porcelain cheeks.
Her expression lingered when I brought the material to my nose, taking a deep breath. She seemed more amused than anything, or perhaps aroused. I was rewarded with a slight snort when I shoved the lace into my jacket pocket.
“You’re not keeping those.”
Leaning over again, I lifted a single eyebrow. “You’re not telling me what I can and cannot do. That’s something you’ll need to accept without hesitation.”
In a sudden move that caused her eyes to open wide, I fisted the back of her neck, immediately dragging her to straddle my lap. There were no words needed. We’d said enough already.
All that was left was exploring our carnal hungers. She took the lead, crushing her mouth over mine. I allowed her actions, maybe due to surprise or extreme hunger. What she’d soon learn was that I never allowed a woman to control any aspect of my life.
She swept her tongue inside, moaning within seconds. Whether she was doing so intentionally, the way she was shifting back and forth on my lap was driving the friction to a level I wouldn’t be able to handle. At least not while allowing her time to play.
I raked my hand up and down her back, grabbing a fistful of hair, soft to the touch. My balls were tightening just thinking about the filthy things that had already crossed my mind.
Especially when she’d had the pair of scissors aimed at my neck.
Maybe she’d been right in that I was due a little scare since I’d opened the door with a gun in my hand.
As the kiss became a powerful reminder of why God had created a woman for a man, I dominated her tongue in a more ruthless manner than in the bathroom. Nothing about what we were doing shocked me as before. When I broke the kiss, I flexed my fingers, pressing the tips under her chin.
When I lifted her head, she automatically closed her eyes. I dragged my tongue across her jaw, enjoying the way she shivered in my arms. The scent of her desire was highly addictive, intoxicating in a way that would ultimately drive me crazy.
While her skin was hot to the touch, tiny prickles were dancing across her arms. In the eerie light from the overhead pole, her skin was shimmering.
I wanted nothing more than to drive my cock deep inside, but the thought of tasting her right now, right here was far too irresistible for me to shove aside.
She didn’t fight me when I pushed down onto the seat, but her eyes did open wider when I rolled the material of her dress up to her waist. I didn’t need to see if her skin was covered in rosy blotches. I could tell she was experiencing a moment of embarrassment.
Which was why I didn’t offer her time to reflect on any mistakes made in allowing me to interfere with her evening. The SUV was large enough that when I bent over, I had just enough room. I pulled her legs wide open, the silent action causing her to place her hands over her face.
I allowed her battle with indecision while I slipped my hand under her dress, brushing the tips of my fingers down her stomach. She laughed when I concentrated on her belly button, swirling my thumb around the small indentation.
Her breath came in quick gasps as I rubbed my palm down her belly, teasing the skin just above her pussy.
Enjoyment was the key even though my cock was already pressing tightly against my zipper. She shuddered in my hold, shifting her hips back and forth as soon as I blew across her swollen folds. Her pussy was glistening, juice already staining both inner thighs.
Her scent was far too sweet, images of peach blossoms in the spring bringing a tenderness to my actions. When I lowered my head, she moaned into her hands, squirming to the point I wrapped my arms around her legs.
I began my feast, starting with rolling the tip of my tongue around her clit. If the lighting was better, I had no doubt I’d notice how red and swollen the tender tissue was. My mouth watered more than before and it was impossible to resist her.
I tormented her with my mouth and tongue, taking time to suck on her clit before savoring the taste of her with my tongue. The sweetness was exemplified by her earlier actions, the little fighter purring in my hands.
Every sound she made was a delicious victory. She’d sparred to win only she hadn’t managed to succeed. Eventually, she would forfeit the match altogether. With the help of my mouth, tongue, and fingers.
I pushed two past her swollen folds, marveling in the tightness of her beautiful cunt. She was far too enticing, enough that I could very easily become used to requiring her surrender.
Fleur undulated under me, jerking up while tossing her head. If she believed she would manage to escape, she was very wrong. As I took my time licking her, I added a third finger, the combination with my tongue thrusting in and out driving her wild.
The heat in the cab was becoming oppressive, steam already covering a section of the windows. What the hell. I’d never made out in a vehicle in my life. As Alexander would say, there was a first time for everything.
With her legs still gathered in my arms, I dug my fingers into her skin, keeping her wide open for me. The taste was incredible, more like cherries than peaches. I was consumed with the desire to devour every inch, so much so I lost track of time.
Every soft moan was followed by a lengthy shiver. She was close to climaxing. I curled my fingers while sucking on her clit. That was the moment she pushed up from the bench seat, gasping for air.
“Oh. God. This is…”
Her cream filled my mouth, sparking another wave of rapture that I’d infrequently experienced. I could enjoy myself doing nothing more for hours.
When she came down from the high, lolling her head to the side, I realized I wasn’t finished with her. I’d thought about taking just a taste, but it would never be enough.
On my knees, I unfastened my belt, never taking my eyes off her. She opened one eye then the other and when she noticed what I was doing, she reached for my jeans.
This time, there was no hesitation. She rose to a sitting position, constantly darting her eyes toward me while taunting me with both her smile and another drag of her tongue. She could do that and nothing else all night and I still couldn’t get enough.
When the belt was free, she yanked down the zipper.
“A hungry little thing. Aren’t you?” My voice was not typically this husky. She had a way of bringing out the beast in me.
“Just taking what I want for a change.”
As soon as she freed my cock, she wrapped her long fingers around it. I knew instantly she was doing nothing more than taunting me as I’d done with her. The single kiss of her hot, wet lips was enough to force a growl.
When she placed her lips around my cockhead, I was already close to the point of requiring full control. It had been a long time since a woman had indulged in sucking me off. By my third sighting of her, I’d thought of nothing else but using her brash mouth for something more useful.
And she certainly didn’t disappoint.
She licked around the edge, rolling the tip of her tongue to my balls. With her butt in the air, I couldn’t resist cracking my hand on her bottom as I’d done before.
Her yelp was followed by a very harsh glare. She also bared her teeth.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” My gruff words weren’t received as a warning. She smiled as if she had even worse plans for me.
Egging her on filtered into my mind. Instead, I fisted her hair, holding her in place.
She didn’t waste time, taking my cockhead into her mouth. My God, her jaw muscles were strong, sucking me as she would a huge lollypop. Since when had I experienced such sin.
As she slowed her actions, taking her time to swirl her tongue back and forth, I closed my eyes. There was nothing wrong with enjoying the moment. I was due something delicious. What I found fascinating was that even with pressure put on my thigh, there was limited pain. Who knew fucking a beautiful woman could bring relief?
When she was halfway down, her mouth muscles spasmed, the choking sound a reminder of what I was doing. I allowed her to play for a few seconds, moving up and down on my dick before pushing her away.
Obviously, I was far more interested in fucking her tight pussy, even though the vision of her mouth filled with my cream was sensational.
I sat down on the driver’s seat, immediately pulling her forward, forcing her to straddle my thighs.
She wasn’t daunted in the least, peering down at me with lust in her eyes as she wrapped her fingers around the base of my shaft.
“I was right. You are hungry.”
“Very,” she cooed. “I’m wondering if you can satisfy me.”
“I guess you’re going to need to find out for yourself.” I gripped her hip with one hand, guiding her while she placed the tip against her pussy lips. The steam was intensifying, the heat close to blistering. I struggled to turn off the engine, even cracking open the window.
“What’s wrong? Am I a little too much for you to handle?” Her laugh brought another wave of possessiveness in me I honestly hadn’t known existed.
“Don’t tempt me into showing you just how wrong you are.”
When I reached around, crawling my fingers under her dress, she casually glanced over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“Offering a little incentive.” I used the pad of my finger to tease her puckered asshole. She stiffened immediately before she eased down on my cock.
“You are so… Terrible.”
“Admit you like it rough.”
“What if I don’t?” She wiggled in my hold, glaring at me through the long strands of hair that had fallen on her face.
“Then I’d say you were lying.” I pressed my thumb just inside, grinning like the devil I was from hearing her gasp.
“I should hate you.”
“Keep that hate, my French flower. Remember and use it when I toss you on my bed later.”
Her lower lip trembled, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Mmm… We’ll see about that.”
“I can’t wait for the little vixen inside of you to make a return. I want to feel your sharp fingernails tearing into my back as I thrust into you over and over again. When you scream out my name, which you will, I want you to beg me for mercy.”
“Never.” She lowered down on my throbbing cock, filling her pussy with it. The way her face scrunched was beautiful, heightening the desire that much more.
“Which part?” I pressed my thumb in as far as it would go, laughing at the sound of her labored breathing.
“All of it.” She threw her head back, gripping my shoulders with her fingers digging in almost like I’d asked for. Although there was no scratching, no release of strings of blood. There would be in the future. This was merely my act of foreplay.
Her muscles pulsed, wrapping around my dick and pulling me in even deeper. I lifted her up by a few inches until just the tip was inside, yanking her down.
She lolled her head, taking gasping breaths. Once again, I was rewarded with the sight of her long eyelashes skimming her cheeks. While I pumped my finger in her dark hole, she rocked against me, murmuring softly with words I couldn’t understand, but at this point, they honestly didn’t matter.
I was rock hard and eager to fill her with my seed. Which is exactly what I intended on doing. I sensed she craved the same kind of dark passion as I did, so much so that being in the open shifted into being a hindrance. I applied more pressure to her asshole, pumping my hand slowly as she rode me like an expert.
Everything about her was spectacular, including the way she tossed her head back and forth. The moment was overly dramatic and all very real.
I sensed another orgasm rushing to the surface. Who was I to deny a gorgeous woman her pleasure? I was rougher in my actions, pushing her to the point.
When she threw her head back, her entire body began to shake.
“Oh!” The one long word was breathless by the time she came down from the point of ecstasy. She bucked against me with the same roughness I’d given her and within seconds, I not only couldn’t hold back any longer, I also didn’t want to.
As soon as I released inside, her face held a final note of satisfaction.
The rush of adrenaline was powerful as I erupted deep inside.
With our breathing irregular, we said nothing as my dick continued to pulse. When she finally opened her eyes, a smile crossed her face.
“What now?”
I wanted it all and I wasn’t willing to wait.
Every laugh.
Every breath.
Every touch of her skin.
Every gasp.
Every moment of passion.
“Now, you’re coming home with me. And Fleur, I’m just getting started.”