Page 70 of Pretty Little Assassin

I understand that part. Unfortunately for the little omega, I can still overpower her.

I flip her over in one quick move so that she’s sitting on top of me and stare up at her.

Now she’s planted firmly on my cock.

The flush of her cheeks tells me that it’s hitting the right spot for her, even with the fabric barrier still in place.

“Still want my pants on? What are you going to do about it now? You wanted to be in control. Guess you’ll have to take what you want.”

She doesn’t hesitate. Valentina reaches for one of the knives that I still have in my pocket. The flick of her wrist is almost too quick to clock. I can still clock it, though.

A man of weaker constitution might have flinched. I don’t.

The knife slits an opening right at the front of my pants. An inch in either direction and tonight might not be as fun as it is right now. But Valentina is precise. It’s exactly one of the things that is so intoxicatingly impressive about her.

“There,” she says with satisfaction as she reaches her hand into the slit to widen it. Her fingers touch against me, and it sends at least a thousand nerve endings reaching out for more.

“Now you can feel less inhibited.”

I have never once felt inhibited.

She reaches her hand toward my pants, and I flip her over again. With one hand pinning her to the bed and the other sliding my pants over my hip, I have had enough of the foreplay.

“Now,” I say as I climb over her, pulling my shirt from her body and tossing it aside. “What are you going to do, Valentina?”

Her breasts are beneath my hand, her body wriggling with excitement beneath me, and my massive cock sets against her thighs waiting to see whether she’s ready for what this will mean. I’ve given her an out. She has one last chance to tell me no.

Valentina reaches up and hooks her arms around my shoulders. The force that she uses to pull me down onto her makes her lose her breath for a moment. As does the push of my cock into her body.

Her back arches, drawing me in deeper. Valentina’s mouth drops open, and I kiss her with a hunger I can’t contain.

“Look at me,” I say as I fill the space inside her. “Not at the ceiling. At me.”

She does. It takes her a second, and the eye contact is hard for her, and she does it. Because I ask.

Her muscles clench around me, driving me wild. The scent, the sensation, the sight of her beneath me as I am inside her.

I bite the side of her collarbone, enough that she’ll see it and remember that she is mine.

Valentina bites me back, right at the corner of my jaw.

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to fuck you?”

“I’m guessing it’s as many times as I’ve thought the same.”

Her body weight might be slight, but her skill is still impeccable, even in the bedroom. With one swift move, she’s managed to get on top again. And since I don’t mind the view of her body riding me, I let her stay there. At least for now.

The more she grinds her pelvis against mine, the more my cock swells and the more the tiny delicate place between her thighs begins to flutter against me.

“You’re less good at control than I thought,” I tease her as I feel her start to unravel into a quickly approaching orgasm.

“Is that a challenge?”

Her rhythm speeds up. She curls herself against me.

Fuck.