Page 11 of Ruthless Sinner
I must have tensed up because Marco slowed the kiss, turning it into something lighter and more relaxed. He was the one keeping me vertical right now, my entire weight on him as he held me against the door, my legs being carefully nudged further and further open by his thighs until they were spread wide and almost wrapped around his waist completely.
This was… different from the last time, definitely. It felt like he was putting more effort into the slow seduction. Taking time with me the way he would a proper lover, like he wasn’t paying me at all.
I grabbed his arms, feeling the muscles there. His biceps were so big my fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around them. I shivered. It was… I knew I shouldn’t feel this way but it was sohot. He was sostrong, how was I supposed to do anything except feel shivery and helpless all over? I was a tall girl, not every man could make me feel this way, and I fucking loved it.
Finally Marco pulled away from my mouth and moved down to my neck. He’d been fond of that last time, while he’d fingered me. That and my breasts. My ass was fantastic and I loved my legs but my breasts were a little on the small side, something I’d often felt insecure about.
Marco, though… he’d loved them yesterday and he was gradually pushing me higher and higher up, his mouth moving lower and lower down my body at the same time. He was lifting me soeasily. I felt like my entire body was on fire with his touch, with anticipation, with the very fact that he could do this to me.
I moved my hands up, running my fingers through his thick, curling hair. He always kept it a little wild, and I’d long suspected there was no gel in it. I was glad to be proven right, to have nothing but soft, silky strands to tug on as Marco slowly, inexorably, reached my breasts.
It was nice of him not to rip my costume, I thought dimly. I couldn’t afford to replace my stuff all the time.
“What do you want?” he murmured, his lips brushing over the curve of my breast.
I could barely think, never mind talk. “Wh-what?”
“I ran out on you last time,” Marco chuckled. “Very rude of me. So how do I make it up to you? What do you want?”
Tell me what you were doing last night.
I couldn’t ask him that. It would be far too obvious and make him suspicious, and Marco was clearly talking about something sexual. I had no idea what to ask for, though. I just… wanted him, more than any man I’d desired in a long time, if ever.
“I want you to fuck me,” I admitted at last.
Marco’s eyes darkened hungrily. I felt like a little lamb that had been spotted by a starving wolf.
I shivered, liking the feeling.
“Is that just because I’ll pay extra?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure if he was teasing or serious.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure in general if Marco was teasing or serious. Most people seemed to assume he was a carefree kind of dude, at least when he was sitting with his buddies on one of the couches in the strip club. I had a feeling he wanted people to think that he was this affable guy, to not take him seriously, a camouflage for that darker, more savage man beneath.
“No,” I replied honestly. “I wantyou.”
I knew that I could get away just with handjobs or blowjobs, and avoid the full experience, as it were. Maybe not forever, but at least for a little while. This was risky, even with a condom—was it really wise for me to sleep with a mark? To blur lines like that, even for an undercover operation?
But that part of me that liked being in the line of fire, that was the first one in and the last one out during a raid, the part of me that liked dangerous men… it was shivering, heating, whispering to meyes, yes, yes.
And, well, no one was around to tell me otherwise.
“I liked blowing you last night,” I told him, again being honest. “I want…”
I stumbled a little. It had been so long since I’d done anything with anyone, and Jared hadn’t exactly been what you’d call ‘adventurous’ in the bedroom. I’d felt… crass, just saying what I wanted so blatantly like that.
But Marco wasn’t Jared, and if I had to guess, he’d probably appreciate candor over decorum. Me voicing my dirty, deepest desires over timid modesty.
“I want that cock of yours inside me,” I finished.
If he noticed my stumble, my horrible moment of insecurity, he was kind enough not to say anything about it. Instead he just grinned. “I think we can definitely manage that.”
“Way to say it like you’re doing me a favor,” I shot back, unable to stop myself.
Marco just laughed. “You are quite the little puzzle, Jewel,” he said, then set me back on my feet, keeping me steady for a moment when I wobbled on my five inch heels.
His fingers hooked in my panties, slowly dragging them down my thighs, and I couldn’t repress a shiver. My body was aching for another good orgasm—no, more than that—a good, mindlessfucking.
