Page 24 of How to Kill Your Rival

‘You look good there,’ I groan, twisting my fingers into his hair.

‘I’d look better in your bed,’ he counters between torrid licks.

‘You wish…’

Sensation overwhelms me as he presses his fingers into me, arching them in time with the strokes of his tongue.

Fuck, why have I resisted this for so long?

And for a blissful few moments, my mind empties, the swirling pleasure in my core erasing anything but the need to come.

‘Harder,’ I demand, arching myself against his fingers. ‘Or I’ll find someone else to kneel for me.’

I love the way a little rivalry tips him to a heated devil.

‘I’d fucking skin him alive,’ he says against my cunt, and I love the possessiveness in his voice. His threat being a reality has me panting in his grip.

‘You don’t own me.’ I tug his hair, grinding myself against his mouth as my pleasure mounts. ‘This is just me using you.’

‘It’s so much more. You just… don’t know… it yet.’

His furious tone only makes me hotter.

I’m so close.

‘More,’ I demand, and when he presses another finger into me, the rush of pleasure is delicious. I come moaning and arching against him, my thighs clamping on either side of his handsome face. Tipping my head back, I let go, riding him with no care for whether he can breathe until I’m finished with him.

Eventually, my body sags against him.

‘You’re a hot little fuck,’ he says, wiping his mouth with his hand. There’s no missing the massive tent going on in his trousers.

‘Show me.’ The sexy twat had wriggled his way beneath my skin, and though I’m tempted to kick him out with his hard-on intact to win the round, I’m curious to see that piercing up close. It’s always good to know what your rival has in the way of weaponry.

‘What?’

‘Perform for me, James.’

His teeth graze his lower lip as his eyes narrow, likely trying to figure out what game I’m playing. ‘Why?’

‘If you don’t want to, you can always go home with blue balls.’

‘You drive a hard bargain, Miss Hamilton.’

‘Show me, or go home.’

He tugs his trousers down and unleashes his cock. So wonderfully girthy and curved at the tip. The tip that glitters silver with the metal ring. I watch, enamoured, as he strokes down his length, the end glistening already.

‘Would you really kill anyone I fucked?’ I ask, watching every move his hand makes.

‘I’d leave a trail behind you. Cut off anything they used to touch you.’

‘We’re not dating,’ I say. ‘Tonight doesn’t change that. It’s just a blip.’

‘It changes everything,’ James breathes. ‘A hole in the defences leads to a full breach.’

‘In your dreams,’ I say with a laugh, licking my lips as he moans, his hand focusing on his tip.

‘In my dreams, you’re my fucking wife. And if any man touches my wife, he’ll die for it.’