Page 49 of How To Catch A Killer … And Date His Best Friend

I drop straight to my knees and look up at him, the knife still clutched firmly in my hand. “You want me on my knees like this?”

He nods again. “Just like that, Savage.”

My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, and I reach for the front of his pants, slowly popping the button before working the fly, and just as that beautiful cock stares back at me, firm, veiny, and ready, I gaze up at Hunter. “You try anything, and I swear, I’ll cut it off.”

His lips twist into a wicked smirk. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

I grin right back at him, suddenly feeling like the most dangerous woman on the planet. Pushing higher on my knees, I lean right into him, grasping that thick cock with my free hand, and as I slowly begin to pump my fist up and down, I keep my stare focused on Hunter.

His cocky grin slowly fades, replaced by pure pleasure, and as I lean in and finally close my mouth over his massive cock, I see the very moment he realizes that I hold every ounce of control.

His hands twitch on the armrests, and I grin as I take him deeper, my tongue rolling over his tip. His hips jolt beneath me, and as his eyes roll, I give him everything I’ve got. I pull out all the tricks, tormenting him with my tongue. Working him painfully slow before picking up my pace and watching him submit to my control with every passing second.

“Savage,” he grits through a clenched jaw. “Release me so I can fuck that pretty mouth.”

I shake my head and keep working him as he groans, hissing in sharp breaths through his teeth.

“Fuuuuck. You’re killing me.”

“Oh yeah?” I tease around his cock, hollowing out my cheeks as he watches the show, completely mesmerized.

My tongue flicks over his tip, and I feel his body tremble beneath my touch, and I don’t stop until he’s putty in my hands. He pulls at his bound wrists, desperate to grab me, to take my head and control my pace, needing me to ease up, but I’m relentless, and I take his cock in my mouth the same way he relentlessly fucked me only a few short hours before.

He hisses as he loses his grip on his control, the pleasure rocking through him the same way the hunger rocks through me. My hand moves with my mouth, squeezing tight as my grip pulses, my tongue working over those angry veins as I suck hard.

He’s at my complete and utter mercy, and I’ve never thrived on anything more.

“Savage.”

Pride swells through my chest, and I rock his world, pushing him closer and closer to the edge, until he can’t possibly take it anymore. And then as I take him right to the back of my throat, pushing past my gag reflexes, he comes apart, coming hard with a loud roar.

Hunter empties himself into the back of my throat, and I greedily swallow him down, taking every drop of cum he has to offer. Only when his body relaxes do I finally pull back and release him from my mouth.

His chest heaves with sharp breaths, and as I rest back on my heels, he simply stares at me as though he can’t believe that just happened. “Fuck,” he breathes, “and here I thought I was the killer.”

I grin as I slowly trail my tongue over my lips before pushing up to my feet. I climb over him, straddling him on the chair as I press the blade to the base of his throat. “Oh, you’ve got no idea,” I whisper, knowing my eyes are dancing the same way his are.

He doesn’t even seem to notice the blade at his throat, and I hate how attracted I am to that kind of confidence. Hate it even more that it’s getting him hard beneath me, and while I know I shouldn’t, I can’t keep from reaching down between us and pulling my thong aside, adjusting my hips and letting him slide back inside me.

We both shudder, and as I hold him at knife point, my hips get to work, taking that thick cock deep and stretching me wide. My other arm rests over his shoulder, using it to balance myself against him, and he watches me ride him.

“Just like that, my sweet devil.”

I suck in a gasp as I take exactly what I need, my walls trembling around his sheer size.

“Feel that?” he grits. “Feel the way your tight little cunt squeezes me? That’s how much you need me.”

I shake my head and press the blade against his skin a little harder, but it only seems to work him up. “I don’t need you,” I tell him. “This right here, this is a one time . . . two time deal, so enjoy it while you can, because the second I’m done riding you, I’m done.”

“Baby, you stalked me through the streets, and even after watching me murder someone, you still let me fuck you. I hate to break it to you, Lyra, but you’re not even close to being done with me. You’ve barely even started.”

I clench my jaw and slam my hand over his mouth, silencing him as I fuck him raw. “You think you’re in control,” I tell him, breathing heavily. “Even now, strapped to a chair with your cock buried inside me, you’re arrogant enough to think you’re the one pulling the strings.”

His brow arches as if to silently question me, and I keep rocking my hips, watching him crumble beneath me, and I just grin, each wild thrust of my hips driving me crazy. I don’t stop pushing, don’t stop claiming every inch of him until there’s nothing more I can give, and just when I think it can’t get any better, I explode into a million pieces, my orgasm detonating within me like a storm.

My walls shatter like glass, wildly convulsing around him, and as I reach that high, Hunter loses himself, coming right along with me, both of us gasping for air.

My hips still, and as I come down from my high, I drop my forehead against his as my hand finally falls away from his mouth. We’re both silent for a moment, each of us thoroughly spent, when his soft tone fills the air between us.