Phantom: Her Ruthless Villain (Ruthless Triad 5)

He looked at me. And for some reason, it felt as if he were making a decision when he said, “Alright.”

“Alright?” I repeated.

“I had a crazy day, but challenge accepted. I’ll make you come four times.”

“But—”

“Alright, five. You got it. If I were you, I’d stopped yapping and kiss me again to give me this consent. I’m not even sure your body could take six orgasms anyway.”

I had been about to protest again, but that declaration snapped my mouth shut.

Silence descended, and he stood there with an expectant air—waiting, I realized after a few confusing moments. He was waiting for me to kiss him.

Awkward. I felt so awkward as I stood on my knees and hobbled over to him as best I could in my evening gown.

This wasn’t like back in the front room. I carefully pressed my lips to his with no tongue, a chaste declaration of consent officially given.

And in return, he promptly inhaled me into a deep kiss without any consideration whatsoever.

7

The Dragon pushed his tongue into mine with way more skill than I had into his. Invading and dominating before my mouth even got a chance to take full charge.

He pillaged my mouth like a warrior in one of those historical romance paperbacks I loved to read before I went off to college—the kind that had words like Brute and Villain scrolled across their glossy covers in flowery cursive.

No one had ever kissed me like this, with such focused intention, as if his goal was to consume me whole.

But then he abruptly pulled back from feasting on my mouth.

“You or me?” he asked.

I shook my head, so helplessly confused.

And he clarified, “Who’s undressing you?”

“Oh, I…”

The situation had gone from awkward to fiery hot, right back to awkward again.

“Actually, it’s going to be the both of us,” I answered, once again knee-hobbling to turn around and give him my back. “Do you mind unzipping me?”

His hands were large but surprisingly quick. He undid the top clasp and unzipped me with deft and ease. Holy moly, this man knew his way around a zipper….which made me feel even more self-conscious because I didn’t know the first thing about undressing a man.

Garrett and I were more the get undressed, place your clothes carefully in a mesh dry-cleaning bag, and then meet each other in bed type of people.

The gown was one of those heavy numbers with loads of hidden scaffolding underneath. So once unzipped, it dropped around my waist as if it were giving up the fight.

Or maybe it was just this guy. I wondered how many men had dropped their weapons when they saw him coming. How many women had surrendered without putting up any fight at all?

The Dragon abruptly brought all those self-conscious thoughts to an end when he twisted me onto my back and pulled the dress all the way off.

He tossed it, and I heard the couture gown land somewhere with a heavy clunk.

Then he looked at me for a few moments, just looked at me, his black eyes filled with hunger and heat.

I still had on my underwear—a burgundy La Perla balconette bra with a pretty floral print and conservative briefs to match. But for some reason, my heart was beating so fast. It felt like it was pulsing in my ears. Am I really going to do this? With him?

He didn’t give me time to reconsider and back out.

One moment my panties were there, and the next moment, they just weren’t. He whipped them off my body the same way he’d rid me of my dress.

Then his large hands shoved at the underside of my thighs, pushing my knees into my shoulders, and he attacked my pussy with even more hunger than he did my mouth. Opening me with a lewd, slow lick up my slit and circling his tongue around my clit.

The sight of a man as large as him doing this to me, still dressed in his suit. The negative lizard inside my head instantly lost the fight to keep me self-conscious.

I couldn’t feel anything but the animal feasting on my snatch. Couldn’t think of anything but the sensations building between my legs. Couldn’t do anything but fall back in surrender to helpless want, which eventually turned into a sweet pain that made me whine and moan with the need for relief.

And suddenly, I was…I could barely believe it even as I announced out loud, “I’m coming!”

Something gave way inside me, flooding me with pleasure and involuntary actions. I bucked my hips into his mouth, my body jerking like the nasty dances the etiquette teacher warned me against doing before my debut. “Lest you want people to think you’re that kind of girl.”

But apparently, I was…I was that kind of girl. I ground myself into his mouth as I fell apart.

“One,” he said, rearing back to wipe off the glistening mess I made on his face with the back of his suit sleeve. “Fuck, that was hot. Now hold on while I put on a condom so you can back that sloppy pussy up on this dick.”