Avet, Danica - Ain't No Bull [The Veil 4] (Siren Publishing Classic) (21 page)

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Izzy sat as still as she could in the bouncing vehicle. Instinct, the same instinct that made prey run from predators, told her not to move for her own protection and for once she listened. Gods, the look in his eyes when he’d stood on the other side of the door had left her with soaked panties. Scorching heat sizzled through her body at the memory of his eyes slowly bleeding to black. He wanted her, of that there was no doubt. And gods knew she wanted him something awful.

As she braced herself against the dashboard to keep from bouncing into his lap, she puzzled over how badly she’d screwed herself with this minotaur. He’d taken her vibrator, so the only relief she’d be finding would be from her hand unless she relaxed her stance against him. The only problem with that was the bet they’d made. If she begged him, even in the throes of passion, he’d hold her to her end of the deal. Her own honor would demand that she fulfill the bond and then she’d be stuck.

Shuddering at the thought, she bit her lip, shooting him a quick glance. He looked to be in complete control in spite of the massive bulge straining his zipper, a sight that left her panties even wetter. Looking away again, she tried to focus on the scenery, but all she saw was having that cock at her beck and call.

Before she knew it, they were screeching to a stop in front of Grant’s house and he was halfway across the cab, hungry intent in his blue-black eyes. Squeaking in surprise, Izzy fell, her back against the door as Grant hovered over her. His nostrils flared and she felt another rush of dampness between her legs. He growled softly, the sound zinging through her body to her clit. Izzy shivered, watching him warily.

“I’m not gonna fuck you, Isola,” he rumbled, leaning closer until his breath rasped against her neck. “I’m gonna make you come until you scream for mercy. We clear?”

She shook her head, desperate to ignore the hormones raging at her to accept his mastery.

His answering smile was both beautiful and cruel. He didn’t give her a chance to attempt an escape, simply captured her lips in a kiss that sent her senses reeling. She softened under his assault. His tongue flicked at her mouth, demanding entrance, which she willingly gave.

It was their first kiss, and damn, he was good at it. He didn’t try to stuff his tongue down her throat. Oh, no. Grant was cleverer than that. He teased her with short forays into her mouth until she panted with need, her tongue following his back into his mouth.

The taste of Grant overwhelmed her. He was sleek and deadly, powerful and delicious. She whimpered in the back of her throat, not even noticing when he swiveled her body around on the seat until she was pinned beneath him.

He leaned back, his breathing harsh and fast. Hunched and kneeling on the seat, he positioned her legs so one was draped over the back of the driver’s seat of the king-size cab and the other was braced against the dashboard. If she weren’t still wearing her pants, she would be completely open and vulnerable to his eyes. The heat in his gaze told her he was aware of the same thing, and another dangerous smile touched his mouth.

“You don’t think you’re safe, do you, sweetheart?” he asked in a soft voice.

Before she could blink, he had a knife in his hand and sliced through the legs of her jeans. Her pussy clenched.

She was a sick, sick woman.

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Grant was nearly out of his mind with need. The look in her eyes was something he wanted to see for the rest of his fucking life. She sprawled on the seat of his truck, one hand plastered against the windshield, the other gripping the headrest of her seat. Her legs were wide open, the scent of her desire swirling around his head like a drug.

Gripping the edges of her jeans, Grant ripped them all the way up the seam to her crotch until the denim fluttered around her waist. Those miles and miles of long legs bare and spread made Grant lightheaded and that was before he got a glimpse of the saturated cotton of her panties.

He wanted to howl in triumph, beat on his chest like some primate, all because Isola was soaking wet for him. Instead, he slid his hands up her legs, relishing the silk of her skin, finding the slight scars that marred her legs. She’d fought hard all of her life and it showed on her body, but it brought him nothing but pleasure. She was a strong woman who could easily stand on her own. She didn’t need someone to take care of her, protect her, which meant when she stayed with a man it was because she wanted to. And Grant had every intention of being the man she wanted to stay with.

“Grant,” she croaked, shaking her head. “We can’t do this.”

Her brain was still denying what was happening, but her body softened beneath his touch, her nipples hardening for him. He ignored her words and slid both hands to frame her mound where the heat of her nearly seared him. She gasped, her eyes wide, and latched onto him. He brushed his thumbs over the dampened material of her panties, stroking the rigid nub of flesh beneath the cotton.

Hooking his fingers in the crotch of her undies, Grant ripped them off of her, letting the material fall to the floor of his truck. Humming with satisfaction as she was bared to him, he bent himself nearly in half to taste her. There was a thunking sound as Isola’s head met the glass behind her, but he didn’t bother checking on her. His entire focus was on the tight, wet pussy between his hands.

He speared his tongue into her entrance, moaning at the salty, sweet taste of her. Her hips arched towards him, seeking more, which he was more than happy to give. Small, fluttering licks along her swollen lips led him to her clit. As he worked that nubbin of flesh, his hand reached blindly for the glove compartment. Her gasping moans drove him crazy, but she hadn’t lost herself to pleasure, not yet, and he was determined to brand himself on her psyche. When she thought of desire, Grant wanted her to think of him.

He found what he was looking for without breaking away from her sweet flesh. His tongue dipped down for one last taste of Heaven as his hand busily prepared his surprise. Isola was gasping louder, one of her hands finding its way to the back of his head to hold him in place. Her strong legs tensed as though she were about to lock him against her, so he quickly pulled away from her.

“Bastard!” she roared, the hand on the back of head suddenly grasping his hair. “Make me come!”

Smiling with pleasure, he said, “Gladly.”

Her eyes widened as she finally heard the buzzing sound of her vibrator.

“No!” she gasped, trying to squirm away, but Grant wasn’t about to let her go without making her come once or a dozen times.

Grasping her hip in one hand, he guided the toy to her entrance. Trust Isola to buy the biggest toy she could find. The damn thing was only a couple of inches smaller than he was, and nearly as thick. He supposed that was a good thing because at least using it on her would prepare her body for him when they finally consummated this raging chemistry between them.

Grant knew his smile wasn’t nice, but he couldn’t hold it back. Isola was in his power and panting for what he would give her. Even so, she squirmed in his hold, but Grant didn’t falter, sliding that thick, vibrating cock into her. Gods, watching the bright purple toy press open her folds, watching the way her back arched as she took it into her body was enough to make him lose his mind.

“You wanted your toy back,” he told her, though his head and his cock both felt as though they were going explode. “I’m just giving you want you want, baby. But best remember: this is the only way you’ll ever get to use it.”

With the warning out of the way, he set his strength of will to making her come harder than she ever had before. Swiveling his hand, he rotated the vibrator just inside her entrance, earning a mewl of want from her throat.

She tugged his hair, this time mindlessly as her hips arched up to take the entire length and Grant lost it.

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Izzy swam in sensation, her body seeking it out even as her brain told her to stay away, but there was no contest. Grant had worked her up so much she thought she might go insane. And he continued to work her, this time with BOB, and the man knew what he was doing.

He fucked her with the toy, hunched over her as he brought her to the peak again and again. The fierce concentration on his face told Izzy her orgasm was his latest short-term goal. She didn’t mind, not right now at least. Her hips moved with each thrust of his hand, the toy vibrating against her in just the right places.

She was deaf and blind, all of her senses centered on where Grant was playing her like a fiddle. Tension swept through her body coming to roost in her womb where it exploded outward.

“Gods!” she screamed, head flung back as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

Grant never stopped fucking her, ramping up the vibration on BOB as he continued thrusting it inside her. Harsh, heavy breathing accompanied by whimpering cries finally intruded on Izzy’s brain. She was making those sounds, she was the one nearly pleading for release, but that realization was lost as she came yet again. This time black dots danced before her teary eyes and Grant met her frantic gaze.

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She was so beautiful when she came. Her entire body shook with the pulsing aftermath of her climaxes, her face streaked with tears from her release. His cock throbbed painfully against the fly of his jeans, but he wouldn’t have given up this chance to see her like this.

Gently sliding the sopping wet toy from her sensitive flesh, Grant’s cock jerked at her soft exhalation. Her legs slid down until he was surrounded by her. Head lolling back against the window, Isola was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen in his entire life.

Wrapping the vibrator in a tissue to be cleaned later, Grant couldn’t help but grin at it. Who would’ve thought he’d have so much fun playing with a woman’s vibrator? Of course, if the woman was Isola, he was positive anything could be fun.

“You,” she moaned. Her voice was hoarse from her screams. “Mm, you are so dead, LaMotta.”

As a threat it lacked conviction. Grant turned so he faced her and leaned against his own door. He wasn’t comfortable, not by a long shot. His cock felt like it was going to erupt. There was no comfort with it pulsing beneath his zipper.

“You didn’t enjoy that?”

He wanted to rip his jeans off and fuck her, make her forget about anything but his cock. He glared at the vibrator, feeling more than a little jealous of the thing. Gods, he was pathetic.

She hummed softly, her breathing slowly evening out as her face relaxed. He wanted her just like that in his bed except without all the clothes. Shit, he hadn’t even taken her shirt or bra off to play with her nipples. Cursing under his breath at the thought of how hard they’d be, he shifted in his seat.

Her eyes drifted open, nailing him to the driver door. There was wicked intent brimming in the chocolate brown depths. She let her gaze wander over his face, down his chest, until it settled on the bulge in his jeans. His cock throbbed. It knew she was staring at him.

“You probably think you’re hot shit now, don’t you?” Her tone was conversational as she straightened into a seated position, her legs closing and blocking his view of the most perfect pussy he’d ever seen. “You think you’ve won me over.”

Grant shook his head. “I never said that.”

“You’re thinking it,” she stated, tucking her legs beneath her as she moved closer. “I may not have had a lover in a while, but I know when a man is making plans, Grant Strickland, and your eyes are filled with them. You’re trying to come up with some strategy that’ll leave me barefoot, pregnant, and cooking for you.”

Again he shook his head. “I don’t want any woman barefoot and pregnant, and if you don’t like to cook, that’s fine.”

She snorted, crawling over the seat towards him. “You think I’ll give in, let you fuck me, and bond with you. You’re trying to trick me into giving up my freedom.”

Grant opened his mouth to respond and closed it just as quickly. Was he thinking she’d give in? Um, no. He was praying she’d give in and let him bond with her. But there was one thing he absolutely refused to take from her. “I don’t want you to give up your freedom either, Isola,” he explained softly. “I admire you for who you are, the way you are now. I just want to be a part of that.”