Not this time,he thought, snatching her around the waist before she could run away.
Francesca howled, her legs kicking and fists bouncing harmlessly off his forearms as he dragged her back to the couch. “You just saw me kill a man,” he marveled, cock stiffening in his trousers, “and you think it’s a good idea to fight me?”
“You’re not going to kill me,” she answered with absolute conviction.
Luis hid his smile. “That’s the second time you’ve run from your man. I can’t allow that, kitten.”
Deliciously flushed and nearly vibrating with need in his arms, she twisted her head around to challenge, “What are you gonna do about it? Punish me?”
Gods,he’d found a treasure. A true, divinely crafted treasure.
There was nothing he liked more than a sub who knew how to ask for what she wanted, and that was exactly what Francesca was doing. She wanted his hands on her, and she likely needed an escape from the situation she’d stumbled into.
It was his job to provide for her needs. Happily.
Pressing his lips to her ear, he warned, “The first thing I’m doing when we get out of here is buy you a lovely little leash. I’m going to tie you to my bed — and myself, if you’re bad enough. You won’t be able to escape me again, and everyone will know exactly who you belong to.”
Spinning her around, he gripped her throat gently, his thumb finding the speeding pulse just beneath her jaw. Eyelids lowering, he ordered, “Now get on your knees.”
Her breaths were short. The escaped her parted lips in quick little puffs as Francesca held his stare, unblinking.
Slowly, she dropped to her knees.
Luis braced his feet. It took a lot of effort to keep the look of awe off his face as he watched her nimble fingers pluck at his belt. He moved his hand from her throat to her cheek, cupping that gorgeous curve. She had a unique face. It was angular and yet round, with prominent cheekbones and a tiny, pointed chin. Her lips were almost a circle, and her eyes were large. Everything about her was a little odd and utterly unique.
That was what drew him to her in the first place. The elegance of her, the strangeness, and that keen look in her eye — like something scrappy lived inside that self-contained, delicate-looking shell.
That spark was bright in her eyes when she dipped her fingers past the waistband of his briefs. They were cool and silky-soft when they curled around his rigid shaft.
Luis bit back a hiss. His fingers slid into the loose curls that framed her face. He wanted nothing more than to let her hair down and mess it all up, but he wasn’t a monster. He knew whatkind of work it took to get a woman’s hair to look nice, and they still had a long night ahead.
Smearing her lipstick would just have to do.
“Take my cock out, bad girl. And keep your eyes on me. You’re going to look at me when I’m fucking your mouth,” he commanded her.
Francesca bit her lip as she pushed his trousers and briefs down until his hip bones jutted. His cock, flushed and pulsing with damn-near every drop of blood in his body, sprang free from its confines.
She stroked him slowly, from root to tip, her big brown eyes fixed on him. It was a lewd picture she made, with his ruddy cock inches from her done up face. He couldn’t say it did healthy things for his ego to see just how large he looked in her fine-boned hand.
Stroking her cheek, he ordered, “In your mouth now, bad girl.”
Francesca brought the tip of his cock to her lips. Lipstick smeared across the head when she gave it a spine-tingling kiss — a tiny act of rebellion before she enveloped it in the warmth of her mouth.
The press of her tongue along the underside of his cock made the muscles of his abdomen tense. And the sight of her tasting him for the first time… Luis could hardly stand it. His control hung on by a thread. His venom gland was a searing, swollen monster in the roof of his mouth, and the desire to throw her down on the couch and fuck her until she couldn’t walk was a roar in his mind.
He needed to mark her. He needed to own her. He needed to sip from those lovely veins until no one outside this room could imagine a scenario in which she didn’t belong wholly and completely to him.
But he couldn’t do that yet. Not without inciting a riot, at any rate. He wouldn’t have minded that so much if it didn’t put her in danger, which was intolerable.
So he’d just have to make do with knowing that she smelled of him — and that the taste of his come would linger on her tongue for the rest of the night.
Luis slipped his thumb down over the hollow of her cheek, feeling it move as she began to slowly work him over her tongue. He didn’t push her right away. It was a punishment, yes, but it was also a pleasure. He had no desire to make her truly uncomfortable or choke her. Yet, anyway.
When he felt that she’d loosened up a bit, he held her jaw in his hand, urging her to open up more. “There it is,” he praised, a little breathless, as he began to shuttle his cock in and out with short, shallow strokes. “Breathe through your nose for me. That’s my girl. Now tilt your head back a bit.”
Francesca did as he asked. Her hands rested on his thighs to brace herself. She held her head still, allowing him to set the pace and angle. Whether she realized it or not, it was a display of intoxicating trust.
“Gods, you can be so good for me,” he grated, gripping her jaw a little more firmly. “You just like to test me, don’t you? If I’d known, we’d be doing this in my penthouse right now. You’d be well-fucked already, with all your worries gone.”