8

Joshua

I’d had zero intentions of fucking a woman while I was handling business in Kentucky. However, the moment I’d seen the stunning beauty with the shimmering natural blonde hair from across the bar, I’d been entranced, which wasn’t like me in the least. I was used to being alone, determined to remain so for a long time to come. There was too much risk involved in being seen with a woman, let alone fucking her.

I was here for a single job. Engaging in a conversation with the Irish mob who seemed to have control of the entire southern area of the United States.

The meeting with Ronald Voltair had been pleasant enough, the man even introducing me to his lovely wife. We’d had a couple of drinks, the man insisting that he’d had no idea Shawn Clinton had betrayed an agreement, stealing clients and representing himself as being the front man for two powerful Canadian families.

Then things had gotten weird, enough so we’d had terse words. When the asshole had thrown a punch, the meeting had turned south, the interaction as well as my rage leaving a bad taste in my mouth. Fuck the man. Fuck Kentucky. There were other avenues the family could take, other cities we could storm into if that’s what we desired.

And at this point, I was ready to claim our portion of the South. Fuck Clinton and their regime. To hell with legitimizing more of our business. There was business to be made in prescription drugs, the popularity outweighing the usual shipments of illegal drugs from South American countries. While drugs of any kind weren’t my family’s main source of income, controlling the flow into Canada had become vital in keeping control over the vast array of power we currently enjoyed. Sadly, I wanted to laugh. The ramifications of claiming a portion of the United States as our territory could be deadly, but were perhaps necessary in order for the family regime to increase as the business plan had detailed at the end of the year before.

Granted, we were savvy and highly intelligent businessmen, which could allow for us to handle the situation amicably. If not, then I’d issue more… encouragement.

Christ.

I closed my eyes, angry that Shawn had placed my family in such a predicament. His punishment hadn’t been enough in my mind, the fucker deserving more than just having a couple of fingers removed as a reminder of the alliance.

I had blood on my hands in more than one way. Or perhaps the truth was that I wanted more. I was a violent man after all, taking after my father in every way.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I would pretend to be someone else, enjoying the fruits of my labor.

As I drank in the woman’s perfume, I shoved all thoughts of business aside for now. She was the perfect distraction, allowing me to take my mind off the needed tasks. I had wanted some R & R. I couldn’t think of anything better than a down and dirty tryst under the sheets.

Why this beautiful creature had made me lose all sense of control was beyond me, but my hunger knew no bounds at this point, my cock aching. I pushed her down on the bed, immediately sliding my arms under her legs. When I bent them at the knee, pushing them against the bed, she laughed nervously, tossing one arm over her eyes.

She was a feisty thing, her slap as unexpected as finding a woman I craved after all this time.

I wrapped one arm around the mystery girl’s waist, easing her down onto the bed. She instantly pressed her hands against my chest, creating space between us, but the way she slid her tongue across her bottom lip was telling.

She was as hungry as I was, her needs increasing at the same rate.

While a part of me wanted to learn her name, I did enjoy the anonymity, which allowed me to be someone else for a little while.

After pulling my arm free, I cocked my head, allowing myself a few seconds of visual enjoyment basking in the beauty of her voluptuous body. When I rolled the tip of my finger down fromher hairline, moving to the bridge of her nose, she pursed her lips. But I still heard her ragged breathing, her determination to try to remain in control as appealing as the rest of her.

“Watch me,cherie. Do not take your eyes off me.” My command was dark, the huskiness of my tone a clear indication my hunger was off the charts.

While she complied, I sensed her nervousness. There was a confidence about her that she’d exuded even though I’d surprised her with my actions. However, it was clear to me that she rarely allowed herself to indulge in moments of unexpected passion. That made me desire her that much more.

She was tense at first, her muscles as tight as her clenched jaw. There was something provocative about the way she skimmed her eyelashes across her shimmering cheeks, making my balls tight as drums. I continued my tender exploration, brushing my fingertip down the length of her long neck to her chest, still drinking in her perfume as if her scent was all I needed to remain alive.

“Si beau.” Whispering she was so beautiful in my native language was simple yet truthful. Few words were needed, but the passionate and very sadistic man inside of me wanted nothing more than to issue dark commands, requiring her full surrender. I’d meant what I’d told her about the way women should be handled, but my hunger was something few luscious creatures could tolerate.

“Around you I feel beautiful,” she breathed, the way her chest rose and fell drawing my eyes to her full breasts and rosy areoles. They were the perfect size for my hands and after trailing my finger between them, I cupped both, my cock throbbing from hearing her surprised moan.

Using my knee, I kicked her legs further apart, leaning over until I was able to flick my tongue around first one then the other fully hardened nipple. While a part of me longed to spend hours exploring every inch of her body, the longer I remained the more danger we were both in.

A brief but explosive interlude would have to do.

“You’re so…” She didn’t finish her statement, pressing the back of her hand over her mouth instead.

“What,cherie? Tell me what you think of me.”

“I don’t think you really want to know.”

I chuckled darkly, enjoying the banter. “Trust me,cherie. I can handle the heat.”

“Be careful what you ask for. I’m merciless with my words,” she purred. “You’re ruthless, refusing to take no for an answer. You’re arrogant, so much so you act as if no one can touch you. And when you walk into a room, you claim it for no other reason than your amusement.”

“You surprise me. Very few people understand. Yes, I am all those things.” After blowing across her voluptuous breast, I sucked on her tight bud, savoring the sweetness of her skin.

“Mmm… I’m always right. You’re used to getting what you want.” She licked her bottom lip again, the move endearing. My cock pressed savagely against my zipper, the pinch a reminder that I felt more alive than I had in a long time.

“You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“No,” she murmured. “That’s exceptional.”

Chuckling, I bit down on her other nipple before pinching both between my thumbs and forefingers.

Her luscious skin was sensitive to my touch, goosebumps appearing on her arms and legs, her body quivering. I was shocked at the sensations coursing through me, the electricity that had lit up the entire bar. I’d wanted to crush the man who’d touched her, crush him like the offensive bug he was. I’d reacted in a violent manner, which was unusual given the circumstances, yet I’d felt possessive about her.

And still did.

I rolled my palms down her stomach, dragging my tongue under one breast then the other, the taste of her skin magnificent.

“J’ai hâte de goûter ta chatte.” My growl was as heated as the moment, her soft mews adding tremendous fuel to the crackling fire between us.

“What?”

“I said, mycherie, I can’t wait to taste your pussy.” I rolled my fingers down her thighs, sliding my arms under her legs, bending them at the knee.

She laughed nervously as I pressed them against the comforter, sliding down onto my stomach until my legs were hanging off the bed.

“Oh, God.” The stunning vixen pressed the flats of her hands against the bed, lifting her head, her eyes narrowing as she tried to watch what I was doing.

I blew across her pussy, marveling at how wet she already was, glistening from the longing. The scent of her was sweet, a drug that I had a feeling I wouldn’t be able to live without. The moment I darted my tongue around her clit, she threw her head back, pressing one hand against her face.

“I gave you a command. If you do not obey me, your punishment will be worse.”

Now she gave me the same look she’d issued in the bar, slightly annoyed while being completely aroused. She offered a sly grin, as if the thoughts running through her big brain were devious. She had no idea what kind of man I was, or the danger she was in. Her squeal was exactly what I needed when I wrapped my lips around her tender clit, sucking with purposeful need in mind.

“So bad. So…” Her words trailed off as she shifted her hips back and forth. If she believed she’d be able to get out of my hold, she was wrong. So very wrong.

I savored the flavor, sweet cherries in the spring, plump and delicious, taking my time before dragging my tongue down the length of her. Her skin was hot to the touch, the way her body reacted to my rough touches exactly what I’d expected.

Even the way she curled her toes was sexy. As soon as I buried my face into her wetness, she jerked up from the bed, clamping her fists around the bedding.

“Oh, yes. Oh… yes. You are so… bad.”

With her muscles finally relaxing, I was free to eat her like the true savage I was, basking in the moment of her submission. I drove my tongue between her glistening folds, licking her furiously while adding a single finger, unable to keep my eyes off her.

She was as embarrassed as she was aroused, her heated skin flushing with the perfect shade of pink and issuing growls of herown. We were more alike than she would ever dare to admit, her needs as primal and toxic as mine.

Together, we were combustible.

I dug my fingers into her skin, pulling her more open for me. Her juice had already stained the inside of both thighs and I was unable to resist, dragging my tongue through the sweetness. I moved from one to the other, the animalistic sounds I made floating between us.

The light in the room cast shimmering rays of copper into her long hair, the way it fanned out framing her aristocratic face. She had perfect features, but there was a coldness in her eyes indicating she’d closed herself off. Perhaps this would awaken the woman inside.

As I continued feasting, thrusting two more fingers into her wetness, she murmured words I couldn’t understand between gasps for air. She smashed her fists against the bed, half laughing as I continued. Moments later, I sensed she was close to coming, and all I could think about was having her sweet juice trickling down the back of my throat.

“Oh, God. I’m going to… I can’t…”

“That’s it,cherie. Come for me. Come for your master.” I used the words casually, yet she laughed again, as if it would never happen. As her pussy muscles began to clench and release, I shifted my head back and forth.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” She tried to stifle her scream, but the sound shot up to the ceiling,

I held her tightly, refusing to let her go as she squirmed and tossed her head from side to side. In the throes of passion, she was positively glowing, adding to her intense beauty.

“Come for me again,” I commanded, my voice dark and husky.

She did so without question, gasping for air as her body convulsed. When she jerked all the way up from the bed, her eyes opening wide, I drove all four fingers into her tight channel, flexing them open as I pumped savagely.

The luscious woman finally fell against the bed, her chest heaving from her ragged breathing.

I pulled away and onto my knees, dragging my tongue around my mouth before stepping off the bed completely.

She rose onto her elbows, staring at me with lazy eyes.

When I wrapped my hand around her ankle, yanking her to the end of the bed, she laughed. “What are you doing?”

I planted my hands on either side of her, leaning over until our lips were almost touching. “I’m following through with my promise to spank you.”

She didn’t hesitate before planting her foot in the middle of my chest, shoving with all her might. I allowed myself to be tossed backwards, amused that she truly believed she could win this fight. She scrambled off the bed, acting as if she was running for the door.

The bad man inside of me wanted to see if she’d go through with racing outside, allowing other guests of the hotel to bask in her beauty. The woman had fire built into her, the combination of sass, intelligence, grace, and extreme beauty keeping me on top of my game.

Or so I hoped.