Designed for Murder (Killer Style 4)

“Then you should know…” She pr

essed hard against his shoulder, pushing him until his ass hit the back of the couch. “Turnabout is fair play. Strip.”

The response on the tip of Carlos’s tongue died before he could utter the words, because Mika yanked the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She stood, legs shoulder-width apart and hands on her hips, and turned half in profile before him. The last rays of sunlight coming in through the windows outlined her delectable body. The golden light highlighted the curve of her hip, the rounding of her tits, the lift of her chin, and the arch of her back.

“This isn’t going to work well if I’m the only one naked.” She marched toward him, her tits jiggling with each step, hypnotizing him. “So get your clothes off before I repay you for what you did to my panties.”

“I’ll buy new ones.”

“I don’t want new underwear.” She ran her hands down his chest, her touch so hot he was surprised his shirt didn’t burst into flame under her fingers. “I want you.”

It was the one thing they always agreed on. This connection. This need. This thing drawing them together that he couldn’t ignore no matter how much he knew he should. Mika might think he wasn’t guilty, but he was. The blood would never wash off his hands. Tonight was a reprieve, but it wouldn’t last. Sinners could get a taste of heaven, yes, but they weren’t allowed to stay.

“Mi cielo.” And he meant it. She was his heaven.

He pulled his shirt off, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and shucked off his jeans.

“Let me.” She snatched the foil square from his grasp and stepped between his splayed legs as he half sat, half leaned against the back of the couch. The gleam in her eyes told him that she wasn’t going to be quick about it so he could sink into her warmth.

“Mika,” he groaned.

She tsk-tsked. “Oh no. You don’t get to tease me without expecting to at least get a little some of that back.”

“What do you think you can do?”

“A lot.” She sank down to her knees, keeping her fingers spread wide on his thighs.

The contrast of her small, pale hands against his dark, hairy thighs made him catch his breath, but then her pink tongue lapped up the pre-come on the tip of his dick, and he couldn’t do anything but surrender to the temptation she offered.

She swallowed his cock, taking it deep, her hot mouth holding him tight. With her lips locked around the base, she licked the underside of his cock as she moved her head back. The cool air fought with the sensation of her tongue swirling around his still-warm head. She cupped his balls, her short nails grazing him as she extended her middle finger. Engulfing him again, she pressed against the spot right behind his balls and increased the suction of her mouth. His balls tightened. Teasing her had been blissful torment for him as well, priming him so that he wouldn’t be able to hold back if she kept this up.

“Enough.” The word tore from his throat.

She released his cock but kept her grip on his balls. “You don’t like?”

“You know better than that,” he growled. “Either put that condom on my dick or give it to me.”

For a second she sat immobile, no doubt weighing whether she had already pushed him as far as he could go for one night.

He gathered her long hair in one hand and wound it around his fist. He tethered her to him and pulled so she had to look up at him. “Make up your mind or I’ll make it up for you.”

“Oh really?” She stood up, her hair slipping through his fingers like silk.

From his leaning position, the move put her perfect tits on level with his mouth. He wasn’t about to ignore the unspoken invitation. He sucked one nipple into his mouth and pinched the other one between his thumb and pointer finger, pulling it taut. She moaned her pleasure. Yes. This was what he wanted. To make her forget everything but them, to make her want more than she knew she wanted, and to show her how she laid him low by taking him high.

He slipped two fingers between her soft and wet center and scraped his teeth across her stiff peak in his mouth. When she let her head fall back and sank her fingers into his hair, pushing more of her warm flesh into his mouth, he pressed the pads of his fingers against the bundle of nerves just inside her entrance. She shivered in his arms.

He pulled away from her succulent tits, leaning back so he could watch the desire play across her beautiful face. “Yeah, that’s right, mi cielo.” He found her clit with his thumb, but rather than circle it, he pressed down with a firm touch right underneath the nub. “You’re going to come all over my hand, and then I’m going to make you come again and again until you are spent—and you’re still going to be hungry for more, aren’t you?”

She inhaled sharply and ground down against his hand, exhaling with a plaintive moan. “I want to come now.”

“Do you, mi cielo?” He twisted his wrist, turning his fingers inside her and sliding his thumb up the side of her clit without even lessening the pressure against the point of her pleasure. “Then you should come.”

The world shrank down to the two of them as he watched her give in to the moment. She rocked against him once, twice, and came apart in his arms. Her entire body tightened, and he swallowed her scream in his kiss, his lips covering hers. He licked, nibbled, and tasted her as she came down from the peak.

“That was amazing.” She stepped back out of his grasp and held up the compact foil square. “But tell me we’re not done.”

He stood and reached out for her, unable to not be touching her for even a moment. “Not by a long shot.” He grasped her hips and spun her around so she faced the back of the couch, then bent her over and pressed her against it. “What do you want?”