Page 3 of Ruthless Sinner
Surprise rippled through me, along with a bit of pleasure. “You know my name.”
“Of course I do.” The corner of her luscious mouth tipped up in a small grin. “You have quite the reputation around here.”
I leaned my head back against the couch, so that I had a better view of her face, and her gorgeous breasts. I was in no rush to end my time with her—I’d pay for the rest of the night if that meant she was all mine for the next few hours.
“Good or bad?” I asked curiously.
“Both, depending on who you ask,” she said with a shrug as her hands slid down to the buttons on my shirt and slowly, leisurely, began unfastening them, gradually revealing the tattoos inked on my skin and tracing them with the pads of her fingers. “That you can be really good, or really, really bad. There have been no complaints about either.” Her tone was rife with innuendo.
Chuckling, I rested my hands on her knees then skimmed my thumbs up and down her inner thighs, coming close to, but not touching, that scrap of purple fabric between her legs. “So which are you in the mood for, Jewel? You want the good wolf, or the bad one?”
She tipped her head to the left, her pretty eyes studying my face as if seeing deeper than just the surface. “Yes, you do strike me as being a bit of a wolf.”
I was aware that she’d avoided answering my good or bad question, which would easily lead into something sexual, but now I was curious to know her thoughts. “How so?”
A small frown furrowed her brows. “You seem . . . complex.”
Complex.An interesting choice of word.
I’d always exuded a carefree, easy going attitude because that’s what my family expected of me, but yeah, there were more layers to who I was than just that laid-back, indifferent persona that I’d been labeled with. I was shocked that she saw that in me when no one else ever had.
She moved to another button, the tips of her fingers feathering across my taut abdomen as she continued cataloguing all my traits. “You’re a little predatory, judging by the way you’ve stalked me like prey this past month.”
I almost laughed at that, but it was the truth. “And yet it took youweeksto approach me.”
A warm blush swept across her cheeks as she tugged the hem of my shirt from the waistband of my pants, then flattened her hands on my stomach. “That’s because most wolves are dangerous. They’re fierce and possessive and dominant.”
Jewel spoke as if she knew me intimately, and I found it all a bit unnerving.
She slid her palms up to my tattoo covered chest, along the sides of my neck, then framed my face in her hands. She tipped my head back a bit further against the top of couch, and boldly pushed one of her thumbs past my bottom lip to touch the tip of my canine tooth. “And, they also have very sharp teeth,” she whispered.
I caught her wrist and sucked her thumb deeper into my mouth, watching her eyes darken with desire before I nipped on her finger. “Ahh, the better to eat you with, my dear,” I teased.
She laughed huskily. “So it’s been said.”
“You know, wolves are also very loyal and devoted,” I added, just to offset all those other darker traits.
“To their own pack, yes.” Her gaze bore into mine purposefully. “Outsiders, not so much.”
Truth.I didn’t know her, really, and she didn’t know me. But Jesus, this entire conversation was layered with insight and knowledge about my life she couldn’t have been privy to, yet I felt strangely exposed.
“You never answered my question, Jewel,” I drawled, ready to leave that scrutiny of my personality behind. “Do you want the good wolf right now, or the bad one? The choice is yours.”
She stared at me for a long moment, and I watched her debate the two options, as if she were at war with herself over admitting what she truly desired. Then she finally exhaled a deep breath and said, “I want the bad wolf.”
It was exactly the answer I’d been hoping to hear, and I gave her a sinful smile. “That means you’re getting the fierce, possessive, dominant wolf.”
I wasn’t especially adept at beinggoodwhen it came to sex, no matter what any of the strippers here said.Bad. Dirty. Filthy. Depraved.Yeah, those were all the ways I liked to fuck. I liked being in charge and telling my partner how to give me pleasure, and finding all the ways to turn her into a mess of begging and ecstasy.
And that’s what I intended to do to Jewel.
I reached up and peeled off one of her pasties,finallyable to nose at the breast I’d been drooling over for a month. I sucked the hard bud and part of her supple breast into my mouth, catching a taste of cherry flavor from whatever adhesive she’d used as I swirled my tongue around the tip and added an arousing scrape of my teeth.
Jewel moaned, her fingers spearing into my hair, like she hadn’t been expecting me to latch onto her tit so eagerly—but definitely wanted more.
With my other hand I grabbed her breast and squeezed the mound, eliciting another strangled noise from her throat, and a thrust of hips against the length of my confined, aching cock.
I smiled at her enthusiastic response and released her nipple with a soft, suctioning pop of sound. I moved my mouth to her neck and licked my way up to her ear. “When was the last time someone touched you like this, huh sweetheart?”
