Pushing Her Limits (Masters of Adrenaline 3)

“You’re too sexy to be a fucking cop,” a man whispered harshly. She couldn’t see him well in the gloom. Her heart stumbled from bored to terrified in the blink of an eye. “I never would have guessed you wore lacy pink panties under your blues.”

The masculine scent of him hit her and her heart rate evened out even though it was still beating too fast.

Fucking Atlas.

Fucking perver

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Without her permission, her pussy started to tingle, and her nipples went taut. The knife drifted downward, bumping over her nipple. She cried out, a small, needy noise, but even if she screamed they lived so far from everything no one would ever hear her.

“We’re going for a little walk.”

“No please, whatever you’re going to do—do it here.” She glanced up at him. He was wearing a hoodie with the hood pulled up, and the line of his stubbled jaw was dangerous and sexy. And those lips . . . She’d know them anywhere. She’d kiss him, but that would be breaking character.

He threw her over his shoulder, ignoring her attempts to fight him off, and carried her back down the stairs. Where was he taking her? Without any indecision, he walked out the back door into the night, past the pool, past the lawn, and off the grounds. She struggled, but he didn’t let her get away. Where the hell was he taking her when she was only wearing panties? Ugh. And her thighs were slick too. If he checked she’d have to kill him.

Ridiculous barbarian.

So hot.

She yanked the back of his shirt out of his jeans and bit him, then licked the spot she’d bitten.

He swatted her ass and worked a finger into her underwear, into her, and a sound of pleasure rumbled through his back.

“You’re awfully wet for a terrified woman,” he said, withdrawing his finger from her pussy.

“Sorry, my boyfriend is a pervert. He’s trained me to get turned on by the most ridiculous things.”

He swung her down onto a blanket that had been waiting for them in the sand, then wrestled her down on top of it. A lantern burned nearby, lighting the stage for her fake abduction.

“If there’s a scorpion on this blanket I’m safewording.”

“Don’t move, woman,” he growled. He planted a firm hand on her throat, staring down at her with the threat of punishment in his gaze.

Did he really think she was about to try to stop him?

He bit his way down her body, dragging the knife over her heated flesh. She squeaked and tried not to struggle, but between the cool metal and his hot, threatening nips, she trembled as though she had a fever. Her body burned for him, but to go along with his game, she begged him to stop—begged for mercy.

The cold calculation in his gaze scared her a little, as she was sure it was supposed to, and she whimpered in fearful excitement. He dragged her panties down her thighs then forced her legs apart, pinning them back and open. Holding her legs open with his shoulders, he grabbed her wrists from under her bent legs, trapping her in place. The knife was gone. She wasn’t sure where he’d put it.

“What are you going to do to me?” she blurted, trying not to seem eager.

His answer was to flick his tongue over the sensitive area around her clit, avoiding giving her exactly what she needed. She struggled, and he growled at her, then bit the inside of her thigh. Heat rushed to her already hot core, and she started to worry too much of the blood in her brain was rushing to her pussy. If she fainted from arousal he’d never let her live it down.

His mouth on her was torturous, teasing, too light to make her come, but too hard to ignore. Soon she was crying out in frustration.

“Please!”

“Please what?”

Fuck me, fuck me . . . Ugh. Just do it!

“Please let me go?” She’d meant for it to come out as a request, but it wasn’t very convincing even to her own ears.

“I don’t think you want me to let you go, Mila,” he snarled, letting go of her wrists, but crawling back up her body to lie on top of her. His rigid cock pressed against her pussy through his jeans, and she shamelessly rubbed against him. “Stop that.”

“But I can’t!” she whined, stopping anyway. The last thing she wanted was for him to call a time-out to spank her. He was still fully clothed, and because she was completely naked, the difference it made in their power dynamic made her shudder.