Moments of Malevolence (The Hunters Book 1)

SHE’S A FIRECRACKER.

One I want to put out with my mouth.

Her eyes soak in every piece of me as I sit on the bed.

Who is this woman?

And why the fuck is my cock so hard from simply staring at her?

She still has that red dress on, the one that was paid for by me. She seems to have regained her composure as she steps out of her heels and reaches for the zipper of the dress. But as she does, she turns, giving me her back. And what a fucking marvelous back it is. She undoes the side zipper, and I watch as the material floats to the floor.

I would pay a hell of a lot more than the thousands I did for that dress any day if I get to have this view.

Fuck, when did I get so needy over a damn woman?

I sound like a bitch.

“Turn around.”

She ignores me.

Of course, she does.

That’s the type of woman she is, after all.

Headstrong.

Willful.

A spitfire.

It’s also why she still has my credit card.

“Do I owe you?” she purrs, peering over her shoulder at me, her ass and back in full view. But she’s hiding her front from me.

“Owe. What a peculiar word that is. I would call it an agreed-upon arrangement.”

“Who will be benefiting from it?” she asks, standing there in nothing but a G-string. She turns to face me, her hands covering her tits and her little red lacy number just barely covering her pussy.

Fuck! My cock is straining against the zipper of my pants so hard.

“I would think we both will,” I inform her.

“You think you can make me come?” she asks, throwing her head back and laughing.

I sit there confused and unable to take my eyes off her body.

I’m not a religious man, but I feel like getting on my knees and worshipping her right here and right now.

Every single part of her.

“What’s amusing you?” I ask.

Her long neck lifts, and she brushes her lilac hair back off her shoulders. I lick my lips at the motion. Her other arm remains across her tits, covering them but pushing them up at the same time.

Those perfect fucking tits.

“That you think you can make me come?” She smirks.

“Has a man never made you come?” I sit up a little straighter, leaning in and waiting for her to answer. Is this some sort of dare? Her arm drops, and her hand goes to her hip.

Well, fuck.

They are perfect tits.

I lick my lips again as she answers me, “No, but they’ve tried. I usually fake the orgasm to get them to hurry up.” She taps her finger to her lips. “I wonder if I’ll have to fake it with you too.”

“I’ll know if you’re faking it,” I tell her.

Standing, I undo the buttons of my shirt, removing and placing it on the bed. Then I reach for my belt and pull it off slowly, keeping my eyes trained on her.

“I’m not fucking you without protection, just so you know.”

With those words, I grin and reach into my pocket, grabbing the condom and placing it between my lips as I raise a brow at her. Undoing my pants, I kick them off. And then I’m standing in front of her, naked as the day I was fucking born.

But with a bigger cock.

And a lot more stamina.

Her gaze falls to my cock, and her tongue darts out and licks her bottom lip.

“I will make you scream,” I warn her.

“It’s good to have high hopes.”

I step forward, the condom now in hand, and reach for her hip, pulling her forward so our bodies touch.

“No hopes needed, just skill.” I turn her around, and her hands grab my shoulders as I throw her back onto the bed. She bounces, her tits jiggling, and she giggles.

“That’s some real skill, throwing women around.”

“You should see what I do to the ones I don’t like.”

She arches a brow at me. “You like me?” she ponders. “What do you do to the ones you don’t like?”

“I don’t let them come.” My eyes meet hers as I grab her thighs, my fingers digging into her creamy skin. I have to be careful not to bruise it.

But I wonder…

I shake that thought from my head straight away.

“Do you plan to drown me?” She licks her lips and opens her legs a little wider so I can get an even better look. “Or do you have something else in mind?”

I groan at the sight of her. “Depends how much you piss me off.” She rolls her eyes, and I reach down for my pants and pull out my knife.

Her eyes go wide when she sees it, and she says, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Who comes to a hotel room with a stranger?” I ask her, my eyes soaking her in. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to go home with strangers, even if they flash you their money?” She tries to get up, but I move the knife, so it touches her thigh. She freezes, staring at where the blade kisses her skin. “I like it when they’re terrified, can’t you tell?” I look down at my cock, and before I can say anything, she screams.