Page 117 of Brian and Mina's Holiday Hits
He turns me to face the wall and places my hands flat against it.
“Brian! Bloody fingerprints!”
His mouth is suddenly at my ear. “Shhhh, we’ll strip the wallpaper and take it with us.”
Does he mean as a trophy? I can’t think right now.
He pulls my hair to the side and licks the back of my neck and then starts to kiss and gently bite me there. A moan escapes my mouth as I arch back, hungry for more of him in spite of everything. He wraps my soul around his finger and just drags me along for the ride.
Then he starts to unhook my corset. After the last hook, it hits the ground, submitting to Brian’s insistent desire far more quickly than I do. The Kevlar follows the corset.
From behind me he unbuttons and unzips my leather pants, dragging them partly down my thighs. I can feel his erection against my lower back as he presses into me.
My breath catches in my throat when he pulls out a knife and holds it where I can see it.
“Brian…” I whisper. “What are you doing?”
“Shhhh,” he says again. He drags the tip of the blade lightly down my back, causing an involuntary shiver, and I’m not sure if it’s from fear or desire. He stops and cuts my thong off, then he tosses the shredded red silk on the floor.
I bite my lip to stop the million questions tumbling through my mind. There is nothing to chain him up with, and it isn’t like the pumpkin patch on Halloween. This is… different.
“Be veryverystill,” he says. Then he proceeds to cut the leather pants off my body. He slits down the seams with surgical precision and rips them off.
“I liked those pants,” I pout.
“I like them on the floor where they are,” he snarls. “Now step out.”
I don’t protest that we could have just taken the pants off—probably much more easily—but I think he wants the boots on, and nothing kills a sexy vibe quicker than having to take off boots before pants.
He helps me step out of the destroyed leather and turns me to face him. The only thing left on me is my collar and black high-heeled boots. My chest rises and falls, and his gaze goes to my bare breasts. His pupils are dilated like a hungry animal, and I have never felt more strongly like another being was weighing whether he should fuck me or eat me than in this moment.
And I’ve never questioned my sanity more over why the fuck that turns me on.
“Stay,” he says.
I don’t move an inch as he goes to my suitcase and starts rifling through the contents. Finally, he comes back with a large hair elastic.
“Put your hair up.”
I take the hair band from him, and obey his order. His hands aren’t shaking anymore. Whatever he was experiencing during the drive over here has shifted to something else. A wild, yet controlled intent. And it’s only now that I realize just how truly steady his hands were only moments ago when he was cutting the leather off my body.
He takes a few steps back and sits on the bed, his gaze moving slowly over me. I want to speak so badly right now, but I know if I say anything, he won’t answer me, and I’ll break this moment. I want to ask if he wants me to do anything. I can’t strip, there’s nothing left to take off. All I can do is stand here, bare under his ruthless gaze, and wait.
How long is he going to keep me in this limbo? How long is he going to stare at me like this? The space between my legs burns and pulsates with desperation. I need him to touch me.
Finally, he rises from the bed and pulls his black T-shirt over his head, then the Kevlar. And then I get that stunning view of sleek compact muscles and washboard abs.
Here we are: two killers, stripped down, covered in so much fucking evidence.
He steps closer, still wearing his pants. His hand hooks around my waist and he pulls me flush against him until I could almost ride his erection like this. I could almost get off if he’d just let me rub against him.
“Mina, I’m going to fuck you now. And you’re going to lie sweetly beneath me and take every inch like the good girl you are.”
“Okay,” is all I can say. It’s barely more than a breathy sigh.
And then his mouth is on mine again, his hand at the back of my neck as he seeks to devour me. He maneuvers us to the bed and gently lays me down in the middle. He unbuttons his pants and then a moment later, he pushes his thick rigid cock into me.
I let out a gasp as he seats himself fully inside me, and then his mouth is at my throat again, kissing and licking as he slowly moves. I can barely believe he’s… making love to me?
